Intangible Problems

Marble, youngest of the four Pie sisters, cleaned her bedroom with serene calm. It was one of the advantages of working on a Rock Farm; hardly anything new happened and certainly nothing out of the ordinary. The daily routine was the same, which Marble appreciated. Her twin sister, Pinkie, was in the kitchen preparing their coming meal.

Just as she was finished lining up her panties and bras, Marble felt a sudden chill run down her spine. She turned around immediately to see what was wrong but found nothing aside from empty air. Marble scanned the room for a few more seconds before shrugging, then turned to finish organizing her underwear when she noticed she couldn’t move.

“...Ah...” She tried to speak, managing to squeak out a soft cry. All she could move were her eyes as she desperately tried to figure out what was happening. Her eyes widened when she started to feel hands caress and travel up and down her body. They touched her waist, gripped her thighs, groped her butt, and fondled her breasts. She then heard the zipper of her dress sliding down. A moment later it was tugged down until it stopped around her waist.

To make matters worse, her plain white bra was snapped off leaving her paralyzed and topless in her own room. Marble tried to cry out, but she felt nothing but a strangely cold yet soothing air form in her throat. She felt the invisible hands cup and knead her breasts in the same way she would do when choosing a melon.

After a few seconds, she felt her feet leave the ground right before she was tossed to her bed. Helpless to do anything, Marble could only watch as two invisible hands began groping and massaging her chest with reckless passion. The hands, cold but ticklish, kneaded her breasts for a couple of minutes until she felt an equally cold tongue licking one of her nipples.

“...P-Pink…” Marble managed to mumble out feeling the air in her throat diminish little by little. However, that didn’t stop the ethereal being on top of her from licking and sucking her nipples. There was no wet sensation; only the pressure of a tongue and the feeling of a vacuum on her skin.

The ghostly being played with her large milk jugs for several minutes until it suddenly stopped. The young woman then felt her dress being ripped away followed by her panties sliding off. Tears ran down Marble’s cheeks as she knew what was going to happen even if she couldn’t see her attacker. She then watched in terror as her legs were spread apart, followed by the icy sensation of a cock pressing against her folds.

“P-Pinkie! PINKIE! HELP!” Marble finally managed to cry out for her sister. She still couldn’t move an inch, but now she could scream. “L-Let me go! Pinkie! Help me, Pinkie!”

“Marble?”

Marble heard the voice of her sister from downstairs as well as her rushing up to their room. She felt the ethereal presence halt his actions a moment before Pinkie reached the room.

“MARBLE!” Pinkie cried out, eyes as wide as dinner plates. Without hesitation, Pinkie charged into the room. “Ow!” She cried out as her head bumped something in the middle of the air. Undeterred, she rushed again and was met with the same result. “Hey, what gives!? What is this? Marble! Where’s the mime!?” Pinkie questioned as she struggled against the invisible wall holding her back.

“P-Pinkie, be careful! There’s something in the room!” Marble warned, but it was too late. Pinkie froze up just as she had. “L-Let her go! Hey, are you listening to me!? Let my sister go!” Marble’s pleas fell on deaf ears. Instead, she watched as Pinkie’s dress slid down alongside her socks.

Pinkie’s bra suddenly snapped and was tossed to the side before her breasts were cupped and weighed. The twins watched as the ethereal being played a little with Pinkie’s natural balloons before she too was tossed to the bed next to Marble.

Marble was forced to watch the depraved spirit (how else could she describe it?), gave Pinkie’s breasts the same treatment as was done to her. Either satisfied or tired of playing, the spirit tugged down Pinkie’s panties to leave the twins naked, paralyzed, and at his mercy.

“Aaaahhhh!” Marble cried as she felt a cold, thick object penetrate her vagina. It didn’t hurt her: the cold and ethereal feeling was oddly pleasurable, much to her chagrin. “S-Stop, please! I-I don’t want this!”

“Marble,” Pinkie whispered as the air clogging her throat was dissipated. “M-Mr. Spirit… could you let go of my baby sister, p-pretty please?” She asked as Marble’s moans slowly increased in volume and frequency. A moment later she felt her legs being spread apart. “M-Mr. Spiriiiiiihhhh!” Pinkie cried as she too was penetrated and experienced the same sensation Marble was being forced to endure.

As the Pie twins moaned and occasionally called for help they took a grim notice about the ethereal being or beings raping them. He or they or whatever it was had no patience or subtlety. They were at the mercy of a lust-fueled entity that cared only for its own satisfaction.

The worst part? How good it felt. There was no pain in its actions, not even a pinch of it. All they were experiencing was pure pleasure; cold, disgusting pleasure.

The twin set of their moans reached their peak as their climax approached...

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“And suddenly Maud jumped through the window!” Pinkie waved her arms for added effect. “She went all ‘Swooosh!’ and we were like ‘AAAAHHHHH!’ and then she goes ‘Obliet Perpetue Ortre Spirictus!’ and then we could move again!”

“So we’re not the only ones that have gone through this?” Fluttershy asked softly.

“Nope! I mean, it doesn’t happen to everyone and I reeeeally don’t know how it works, but it happens from time to time,” Pinkie moved side to side as she sat on the ample bed of Fluttershy.

“So… how did Maud managed to dispel the spirit that was attacking you and Marble?”

“I have no idea. She taught me the basics of using a ouija board, but nothing like what she knows how to do,” Pinkie shrugged.

“H-how did she -- Hmmm!-- got a hold of a o-ouija board in the first place, Pinkie? I’ve heard those are dangerous. Don’t they open portals to hell or the spirit realm?” Fluttershy shifted in place.

“I think it was during a sorority party, I think. Maud doesn’t like that kind of thing, but she was invited and it would be impolite to not go, after all! Everything was okay until they brought out a ouija board and summoned a really strong spirit by accident,” the pink-skinned woman explained as Fluttershy squirmed and let out the occasional moan.

“You know the type, the lusty kind? While the other girls were pulled into an ever-growing orgy, Maud being Maud kept her cool even when the spirit got his hands on her too. She read the instructions and managed to banish the spirit before it grew too strong,” Pinkie sighed. “Sadly, Maud told me not a single piece of clothing survived the assault. The poor girls had to empty their budget just to replace it all.”

“That’s amazing! Do you think Maud could be willing to help us with our little problem?” Fluttershy asked in a hushed tone.

“Probably,” Pinkie crossed her arms as she watched her yellow-skinned friend sitting in front of her. Fluttershy was sitting on her bed, topless, and her breasts were clearly being played with: groping, pinching nipples, the whole shebang. “But… there’s something weird about this ghost.”

“W-What do you mean?” Fluttershy raised an eyebrow.

“Well… he doesn’t seem all that… bad?” Fluttershy glared at her. “No no no, not like that. I mean… he seems almost friendly? How long has he been around you and Sweetie Belle?”

“About two months.”

“You see, that’s the strange part. These kinds of spirits usually move on to new targets after a day or two, but he hasn’t. Also, he hasn’t done anything to me yet,” as if to answer her, Fluttershy’s discarded bra floated up to Pinkie’s face. “Oh, I see! He just likes big titties!” Pinkie laughed and Fluttershy sighed while the spirit kept playing with her like a toy.

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“I can’t believe I have to resort to this,” Sweetie Belle scoffed as she searched through a rack. “Hey Rarity, guess what? There’s a perverted ghost haunting me. He tends to rip off my bra as soon as I put on a new one. Could you make an endless supply for me? Gee, thanks!” She muttered, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “This one’s pretty neat. I can afford it, too,” she commented pulling out one that fit her size.

That’s when she felt a tug against the front of her bra. “Don’t you dare,” Sweetie warned. “Thanks to you, that’s my last bra. If you even think about ripping it off, I swear I’ll kill myself just so I can kick your nonexistent ass,” Sweetie threatened and the ghost stopped, choosing to fondle her instead. Sweetie sighed tiredly. “You know what? As long as you don’t destroy my bras from here on out, you can do whatever you want.”

“Sweetie Belle, is that you?” A familiar honey-like voice called.

Sweetie turned her head to see Cream Heart, the mother of her boyfriend, Button Mash. “Miss Cream!” She walked up to the older woman bearing a wide smile until they met in a tight hug. “How are you doing?”

“Quite well, dearie, thank you. And how about you? Fancy meeting you here! I thought Rarity made all your clothing?” Cream Heart asked.

“Yeah, but I’ve suffered a series of… unfortunate events and my bra supply is down to one,” Sweetie explained as she cupped her breasts a little. “It’s so hard to find good bras for women our size, is it not?”

Cream Heart giggled. “All too true. Finding anything above D is a pain, and I’m an E-cup!”

“I’ll say,” Sweetie chuckled. “Miss Cream, is Button here with you?”

“Of course. He’s at Gamestop. Shocking, I know,” both ladies giggled. “Mind if I keep you company?”

“Not at all,” Sweetie replied. “Look at the ones I’ve found so far, Miss Cream. Maybe you’ll see one that you like?”

The two busty women searched through the store’s available stock. For almost half an hour their hunt went uninterrupted as they made small talk to pass the time. During all this time the spirit never ceased his groping of Sweetie’s breasts, though she paid it little mind. Once they were satisfied with their findings, the two of them moved to the changing rooms. Since it was a relatively slow day in the store, the rooms were empty and each headed to a separate booth.

“W-Whoa!” Cream Heart cried out taking a step back. “Sweetie, call me crazy, but I think someone shoved me-- Hey!” she exclaimed as she took another step back.

“No! Not here! Don’t you dare!” Sweetie Belle protested before she felt the familiar cold sensation all over her body paralyze her on the spot.

“Sweetie Belle, what’s going on?” Cream Heart asked with a hint of fear in her voice as they were shoved inside a single booth. “I-I can’t move!”

Sweetie Belle sighed. “Miss Cream? Calm down, please. It’s going to be okay.”

“How can I be calm when I can’t move and something is touching my breasts!” Cream replied with a palpable fear in her voice.

“It’s okay, Miss Cream. Just… just let it do whatever it wants,” Sweetie explained, smiling to reassure the near-panicking woman.

“Y-You know who is doing this?” Cream asked incredulously.

“Not who. What,” Sweetie closed her eyes. “Please, don’t scream for help. If you start screaming, it’s just going to silence you.”

“A-Alright. Alright,” Cream took several breaths to calm her racing heart. “Is it… is it going to...?”

Sweetie nodded and watched as Cream’s face went pale. “If it’s any consolation, it won’t hurt. It actually feels pretty good, no matter how much I loathe it,” Sweetie explained before sighing as she felt her clothes being pulled aside.

“I don’t understand…” Cream said as tears formed in her eyes, her clothes also being unbuttoned and pulled down.

“Okay. It’s okay. I don’t understand it that well either. I’ll start from the beginning, okay?” Cream nodded. “Remember that convention two months ago? The one I went to with Fluttershy?” Cream nodded again, an eye closed trying to ignore the ethereal hands unclasping her bra and roaming her heavy bosom. “Well, this is going to sound crazy, but it’s true. During our stay we rented a really cheap room, we thought it was a great deal. Turned out the room was haunted.”

“H-Haunted? As in… a ghost? A spirit? A spirit is doing this!?” Cream Heart yelled. She tired to cry out again but found herself muted as a lump of cold air manifested itself in her throat.

“Calm down, Miss Cream! It’s going to be okay,” Sweetie reassured once again even as their clothes now lay on the floor. “Yes, it’s a spirit. A very perverted one at that,” Sweetie didn’t hide the contempt in her voice. “After we left, he’s been haunting Fluttershy and I since then. He’s the reason I need new bras.”

“Why… not… tell your… sister?” Cream managed to ask slowly as her voice returned to her.

“And tell her what exactly? That a spirit has been having its way with me and one of her best friends for a little over two months? I know she’ll believe me, but I will not drag her into this. I’m… I’m sorry you got involved in all of this, Miss Cream. I should’ve known better,” Sweetie confessed with fresh tears running down her cheeks. In a rare act of kindness, the spirit used an ethereal finger to wipe them away before kissing her forehead. “You are infuriating,” Sweetie spat with a lot less venom than she intended.

“I see… does anyone else know about this?” Cream asked as her panties were pulled down.

“Button knows,” Sweetie smiled and blushed. “He’s been very supportive of me and Fluttershy. He’s been researching how to help us or contact someone who knows how to deal with spirits, but it’s been a no-go so far.”

“Aaahhh!” Cream let out a muffled cry when she felt the spirits member penetrate her pussy. “S-Sweetie… y-you were right… it… it doesn’t hu-huuurt! Please tell me… can it...?”

Sweetie shook her head. “It’s a spirit. At least we don’t have to worry about that. Thank goodness,” Sweetie bit her lip as she too was penetrated. “F-Ffff--dammit!” She cursed letting out a heavy breath. Looking at her (hopefully) future mother-in-law she saw her confusion. “S-Spirit powers. It can split to--Ah!-- c-cover more ground!”

Both women continued to moan and cry as silently as they could to avoid drawing unwanted attention. For minutes on end they were relentlessly fucked inside the changing room by the ethereal entity until their orgasms arrived. Thinking quickly, Sweetie kissed Cream Heart fully to muffled out their voices once their orgasms struck them at the same time.

Once their orgasms were done their kiss also ended; strings of saliva fell to the ground and some still remained connecting their lips. It took them several minutes to regain their breaths, but once they felt confident enough to move they silently reached for their clothes. Again, in another uncharacteristic gesture of kindness, the spirit handed the ladies their intact panties and bras.

“...Thanks… at least you have some semblance of honor, you perverted ghost,” Sweetie begrudgingly admitted.

“...Thanks…” Cream stated coldly.

The two women got dressed up, picked their desired bras, paid for them and met with Button near the exit of the Mall. The trio left the Mall with Sweetie holding hands with Button while Cream was latched to his free arm. That’s when Sweetie’s cellphone rang. Taking it out of her purse, Sweetie answered the call.

“Yes, Fluttershy?”

“Hello, Sweetie Belle. Listen, I talked with Pinkie Pie yesterday and she told me Maud has true experience dealing with unruly spirits. She might be able to help us!”

Sweetie smiled widely. “Really!? When can we meet?”

End.

Author's Note

Special thank to anyone that read this!

Special thanks to Anonymous for proofreading!