My Spooky Pony: Fuckhouse of Horror

At a job interview, you could say that even under the most dire circumstances, you stuck with what you felt was right. Because now, on Halloween night, you were about to commit an act of national blasphemy. A treacherous act so vile and unforgivable that even the most hardened criminals of the gulags of Russia would tremble in fear before you.

The path was laden with fall leaves, discarded from the dying trees. You’d been travelling this path for a good few minutes now, hoping to finally stumble across your target deep amidst the trees that Google Maps said was there. And lo and behold, it was. Decrepit and overgrown, but still standing, was the Apple Family barnhouse.

Upon seeing it in the distance you quickly rush over to it. The vines and grasses growing out of it crunch under your boots when you approach it. The paint coating on the barn has faded, leaving a ruddy color instead of a bright red one. The air around it smells faintly of your goal, so you roll up your sleeves, despite the cold, and push open the door.

“Huh,” you mumble. “This place looks… oddly clean.” And clean it was. There was no dust, no spider webs, or any kind of mess about. Everything looked like it was never abandoned. “Well, whatever. Zap Apples aren’t gonna find themselves.”

And therein lies the betrayal. You were off to Sweet Apple Acres to get yourself something different for Halloween. You’d been alive for a good 18 Halloweens, and participated in at least 14. But never have you ever thought of eating apples on this sacred candy holiday.

But it was worth it. You’ve heard rumors that these special rainbow apples were absolute desirables in the past. So much so that the family who sold them made absolute bank every time the season came around. The money wasn’t really the point, though. You just wanted to know what a fucking rainbow apple could taste like.

You were kind of wary, though, seeing as you’d technically be stealing. But you’d also heard that the Apple Family that used to live here allowed random passerby to come and pick apples for themselves. You were sure that if you could somehow talk to them, they’d be fine with a couple of apples going missing.

“Alright, the house is clean,” you say, treading back down the stairs after picking through everything. You couldn’t find any Zap Apples here, but that was kinda to be expected. If there were going to be any still around, they were probably gonna be in their cellar. You didn’t want to go delving into a dark cellar at this time of night, but if you didn’t it would make the whole trip over a waste. So, you steeled yourself and left the house once more.

The cellar was just to the left of the door, and just like the house, looked mostly old and rusted. The doors were made of wood, and were unlocked, thankfully, so it was just a matter of pulling it open and walking down there.

The space was about as narrow as you were for a few seconds as you walked in. The place smelled of wet concrete and, of course, apples, and was really dark. Before long, the narrow walls widened into a bigger area. It was still just as dark, but you manage to fumble around enough on the wall to find a lightswitch. You flick it on and the place bursts into a magnificent golden light.

The lightbulb for the place is bright, and near the middle, but near it are bottles of sparkling apple cider, casting the light gold all over the cellar. These bottles lined the walls on shelves, most of them still full. You couldn’t help but gasp at the amount of it all.

“How could no one have taken these by now?” You say to yourself, running a finger across the bottles and listening to the soft clinking of the glass. You pull one off the shelves and read the date. “50 years ago… today?”

“There ain’t no value in that bottle, sugar.” Before the voice even finishes the sentence, you whip around, your eyes looking all around for the person speaking. Instead, you find the same cellar you stumbled into before. The entrance is still open, and there’s no room for even a midget to hide. “Well, unless ya like drinkin’ pure syrup, which is a whole ‘nother problem.”

“Uh… hello?” you say to apparently no one. The voice doesn’t answer back. You rub your temples, wondering if you’re having an advanced hallucination from the drugs you don’t remember taking, then try to put the bottle back on the shelf.

But the bottle slips out of your hand. Not because you dropped it, though. It felt like someone took it from you. You back up to the other shelf, wildly searching for the culprit. You’re all about ready to bolt out of this place before you spot a lone apple sitting atop a pile spilling out of an open crate. Unlike the apples below it, this one was stripped with all seven colors of the rainbow, and sparkles under the golden light.

But before you can even think about running for it, you see something else. The bottle that was taken from you harmlessly floats in the air, then lifts up and pops itself open.

“One’r two years, maybe, but this stuff’s gone.” The voice returns, recorking the cider and slipping it on the shelf. Your grip on reality is slowly slipping, and you wonder if you’re not still in bed, still thinking about heading out here later tonight. Next time, go in the morning. “Ya been staring at me a long while. Somethin’ wrong?”

“W-Who’s talking to me?” You say, looking around the room, then back to the spot the voice is coming from. “I, uh… I can’t see you.”

“Oh. Ah damn near forgot,” said the voice. Slowly, but surely, an outline faded in. A woman, wearing a tied up flannel shirt and jeans came into view. After her long, dirty blond hair fell to her back, a large brown stetson slipped onto her head, which she grabbed and and tipped. “Name’s Applejack, or AJ fer short. Ah’m a ghost now, ah guess. Never really got used to that.”

“You’re a ghost…” you say, eyeing the woman before you. She seems genuine, considering her intro came with a fade in. “I… huh. I didn’t think those existed.”

“You an’ me both, partner,” she said. “Anyway, ya got a name, or should ah keep callin’ ya intruder?”

“Anon,” you say, standing tall. Now that you have someone to talk to, you can calmly explain yourself and get the apple before being on your way. “Listen, I didn’t want to—” You’d continue if AJ didn’t burst out laughing. “...What?”

“Ah haven’t heard a sillier name since the girls started callin’ mah brother Big Mac,” she said, wiping her tears away. Your not so jovial.

“Well, I mean... it’s better than Applejack.”

“At least ah can cut it short, pumpkin. What, do they call ya Non back home?” You press your lips together, almost letting it go that actually “Anon” was a nickname for Anonymous.

“Anyway…” you say, adjusting yourself again. “I’m not here to steal the cider or anything. I just wanted an apple. That one, to be precise.” You point a finger at the apple, and even the delirious Applejack notices it.

“Oh, ya mean that Zap Apple?” You’re still a bit annoyed when you see her still laughing, but a chill goes up your body when her body turns to mist and she appears next to the apple in a second. She reaches for it, and you expect her to pass right through, but she grabs it like normal. “Sorry, partner. That’s a no.”

“W-Why not?”

“Well, we don’t get many visitors ‘round anymore, and when they found out the farm was gonna be abandoned, they came and took all the zap apples we had left.” She flipped the one in her hand. “Except this one, and the one buried with me.”

“Whatever did happen to you?” Her face flashes bright red before she hides it away with a frown.

“Well… ah er... “ she lowered the apple to her side. “‘Member how ah told ya ah didn’t believe ghost existed?”

“Yeah…” You nod, and she continues.

“Well, ah was talkin’ with mah sister on a rainy day, and we were arguin’ about ghosts.” She pauses for a bit, then crosses her arms and pushes out her chest. “And ah say ‘If ghosts exist, let god strike me down where ah stand’!”

“Oh…” you snicker, but manage to keep it contained for a whole four seconds. Your laughing carries you to the ground, and you almost die yourself. All the while, Applejack’s face is apple red, and she’s grinding her teeth. “Wait, s-so, you still have clothes and such...”

“Sure do,” she said, clearly annoyed with you.

“So, did like, your hat die, too?” She raises an eyebrow. “I-is there a clothes heaven?” While you’re cracking up, she sighs then puts her arms on her hips.

“Yeah, well, when ah died, my granny went right after.” With those words, your laughter immediately turns to silence, and you can’t help but feel like shit. “Mah brother stayed on the farm for a while, but he got too old to take care of it hisself, so he moved on. Only one that still comes ‘round here is lil’ Applebloom, though she’s got her own family to deal wit’ now.”

“S-Sorry for laughing at you,” you offer meekly. Applejack, however, simply puts her hands on her hips and grins.

“I ain’t blamin’ ya, sugarcube. Ya didn't know,” she says with a big grin. “But even though ya know mah past, ah ain’t givin’ up the apple.”

“There’s got to be something you want more, right?” you say, gesturing to that apple. “Something you can’t get now that you’re… like this.” Applejack hums for a bit, pulling the tip of her hat down over her face.

“Ya know, yer right,” she said. “Bein’ stuck all alone on a farm does get mighty lonely.” She flipped her hat up, this time, with a much more sinister smile on her face. “It’s been a while since I got a good fuck.”

“Um…?” You stare at the ghost, questions stacking on top of each other in your mind. “I beg your pardon?”

“Ah’m one of them ghosts that feels what happens tah me,” she explains, though you could’ve guessed based on how she was touching things around her. “So, if ya want the apple, yer gonna have to show me a good time, first.”

“... I beg your par—” She slips into a mist like before, this time coming straight at you. You can’t dodge it, and you don’t even think about how this won’t help, but you pull your arms over your body. You feel her pass through you, a single chill running slowly up your body. For some reason, though, your dick, formerly on standby for sex, is raring to go, drumming up against your pants.

Or it would be if you hadn’t been stripped clean. Your cock was standing at attention, ready for action. It’s pretty uncomfortable sitting on the cold ground, and you would’ve gotten back up if your body didn’t freeze.

“You stay right there, sugarcube,” says the voice of AJ from somewhere behind you. You can’t turn and see where she is, but you don’t need to. Her head sticks out from the floor, coming from your back and poking through your body until her mouth is near the back of your shaft. You wonder what she’s doing before she opens her mouth and runs it up your shaft to the tip. She wraps her lips around the whole thing, then pulls back. You can’t see anything on there, but the wet slick feeling of saliva covered your entire shaft. Combined with the slow buzzing of her body cutting through yours, you can be sure that this is a pretty unique experience

She begins her work, running her mouth up and down your shaft like she’s giving a reversed blowjob. The wetness and tightness of her throat from the base outward was just divine, and your cock agreed. Twitching every few seconds AJ kept herself latched onto you.

“Holy shit…” you huff. “Goddamn… I’m gonna cum soon.” Suddenly, she pulled back, leaving your body completely. You feel that chill again, and AJ’s ghost body blast through your physical one, reappearing quickly to press her pussy up against your shaft. Unluckily, you couldn’t keep yourself contained. Even though she’d moved on, your cock still buzzed and shook, and you couldn’t help but splatter hot and sticky cum onto her butt and lips. You were surprised that it actually seemed to stick on her, slowly dribbling down the curve of her ass like it should.

“What, that’s it?” she said shaking her head in disappointment. “That ain’t right, Anon. Ya can’t leave a gal hangin’ like this!” Your body becomes loose again, but your arms are weak, and you drop onto your back. AJ wastes no time turning around and slamming her hips into yours, pushing the shaft of your dick up against her stomach. She smirks, pushes her hat down over her face, then slides her pussy lips over your shaft. Despite her being a ghost, you can feel the warmth of her thighs against yours, and her cunt juice is dripping from her steadily wetting your dick again.

But she wasn’t keen on foreplay this time. She got off of you for a moment, letting your cock bounce up, then she eased herself down. You could tell this wasn’t her first rodeo by the way she took your cock. Her pussy lips pressed against you when she was done, and it was faint, but you swore you could see yourself inside of her.

AJ wasn’t trying to waste any time. As soon as she got herself comfortable, she pulled up and slammed back down. Her thighs were thick with muscle, so you were almost certain that her thrusts against you were cracking the floor. It took a minute to get used to her aggressiveness, but you could eventually feel pleasure through it. You grab onto her sides, (which you can feel house some pretty kickass abs) and you do your own thrust against her.

“Hey!” she says, a big grin on her face. “Now yer gettin’ it!” She stops thrusting down on you and lets you do some work. She pushes down on you a few times, but you basically start to run the show. You can feel the tip of your dick barely tap against her squishy g-spot deep inside her cunt, and that’s all the motivation you need to keep going. Not to mention AJ’s grunts of pleasure as you have your way with her.

You crane your neck upwards to look at her face, and she looks like she’s piss drunk. Her face is red and she’s sweating pretty hard. Your vigor is restored just with that look alone, and you curl up to get a better angle. Soon, you’re pushing her onto her back. Her hat falls off, and her hands fall to the sides of her head while yours press against the cold floor next to her. Her legs are wide open, with on lying on your shoulder and one off to the side. You use the one closest to you to get a bit of extra leverage as you push even deeper inward.

You’re properly hitting her g-spot now, and it’s only a matter of time before you cum. You do notice that you can see your cock pushing against her continuously collapsing walls over and over, fighting to get to the back with each and every wet thrust into her. It starts to become… oddly clear, how well you can see your dick. So much so that you stop seeing Applejack. You don’t stop feeling or hearing her, though, so you thrust in like normal, a jet of white tapping against her womb before the tip of your cock smashes it in, and sticks everywhere inside.

Unfortunately, all you can see if your dick and your cum, somehow floating in place. Once your fully spent, and you pull out, you can see the cum dribble out slowly in small beads.

“Wow...” you say, trying hard to catch your breath. “That was fan-fucking-tastic.” AJ slowly fades back in so you can see her. She’s picking her hat up off the ground and trying her best to cover her face. It doesn’t work, and you can see her rosy red cheeks easily.

“That was pretty great,” she said, seemingly as exhausted as you are. Still, she flipped the apple she had on her around in her hand. “But, ah still ain’t satisfied. Yer gonna have tah try harder than that if ya want this apple.”

“Heh. It’s fine. I don’t want that apple anymore. “ Applejack looks confused until you push her hat out of her eyes. You lean in and lock lips with her, passionately pressing against her until your start frenching. After a few seconds, you pull away, and stick her hat on your own head. “I got a much more delicious apple right here.”

“Aw shucks…” she says, her blushing face exposed no. Still, she had on her mischievous grin. She leaned back, spreading her legs slightly, and using a finger to spread her lips apart, a bead of cum slowly dripping out. You’ve already come twice, but you can feel a third hard on coming. “Well, then, big boy. Gets tah eatin.” You lean down.

“My pleasure.”