Intangible Delights

by Ekhidna

Rating: mature
Tags: Fluttershy (EqG), Porn, Fetish, Non-consensual, Equestria Girls, Sex, Human, Sweetie Belle
Length: 6970

Fluttershy and Sweetie Belle go to a convention. The latter thinking she scored a dirt cheap hotel room.

After Rarity is unable to go with Sweetie Belle to a gaming convention, she asks Fluttershy to go with her sister in her stead. Fortunately for them, Sweetie Belle had managed to book a nearby hotel room for practically nothing.

They may just find out why the room was so cheap.

Contains: a perverted ghost that is invisible, intangible, but can touch whatever it wants. Molesting. Non-Consensual sexual activities. Movement restrain. Big breasts. If you do not like any of these themes, enter at your own peril.

All characters are aged up and/or are of legal age. Sweetie Belle is 19 and Fluttershy is 26.

*Cover art by the talented Pia-Sama*

Story Commissioned by Anonymous.

*If you are feeling generous you can buy me a Ko-Fi! or support me through Patreon*

Published 2019-10-21 08:20:01 UTC
Last updated 2019-12-18 20:48:48 UTC

Intangible Delights

Intangible Delights

GamezCon, the biggest gaming convention of the year. A safe haven for every gamer and a place to mingle with fellow fans; no matter if they were casual, occasional, hardcore, or professional.

The actual convention was still half an hour away from officially starting, but the plaza and the park outside the building were already littered with would-be attendants. Some looked entirely normal, others carried backpacks or cameras hanging from their necks, but a large number of people were wearing some sort of cosplay ranging from incredibly cheap to outstandingly detailed.

Sweetie Belle and Fluttershy were sitting on a bench, both of them wearing high-quality cosplays. Sweetie Belle was wearing a Bayonetta cosplay that fit her like a glove, while Fluttershy wore an Isabelle cosplay.

“I still can’t believe Rarity bailed out on me!” Sweetie said, frowning, as she re-checked her pistols. “I mean, what’s the point of finding a cheap but decent hotel room, buying the tickets, and working for weeks on our cosplays, only for Rarity to change her mind at the last minute!?”

“She didn’t do it on purpose, Sweetie,” Fluttershy said hugging her doggy-eared blonde wig. “Hoity asked her if she could attend his fashion show as his personal guest, after all. That’s why she asked if I could keep you company. That fashion show is important for her career, you know.”

“Yeah, more important than keeping her promise to spend time with me,” Sweetie grumbled.

“You don’t mean that,” Fluttershy said in a gentle tone.

Sweetie sighed. “No… but it sucks all the same. I really, really wanted to spend some quality time with my big sister. Not that I’m not happy that you’re here, Fluttershy. I didn’t even know you were a gamer.”

Fluttershy smiled and blushed. “Thank you, Sweetie. But I’m not that big of a gamer. I like games like Animal Crossing, Harvest Moon, Stardew Valley, or Nintendo games. I don’t really like violent or bloody ones though…”

Sweetie nodded. “That’s okay, Fluttershy. In my case, I like a lot of different games, though strategy ones are kinda hard. Oh, you should try Minecraft! I think you’ll like that one!”

“Oh? What is it about?”

The two girls kept talking about different games until the gates of the convention opened and slowly but surely everyone walked inside the vast building, ready to buy, compete, sell, or just have a good time.

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“Ufff, what a day!” Sweetie Belle said as she opened the door of their room. Walking inside with some difficulty as she carried a number of bags with both hands. “Button Mash wasn’t kidding when he said GamezCon was pretty hectic.”

“It was so much fun!” Fluttershy exclaimed happily. “I even found the Yoshi plushie I wanted,” she hugged the forty-centimeter tall plushie tightly.

“I’m just glad to finally put these down,” Sweetie said putting her bags on her side of the room. “And let these free…,” she then unzipped the front of her costume and allowed her already bountiful breasts to surge to their real size. Going instantly from a CC cup to a DD+ cup. “That’s it girls. Breaaaatheeeeee,” Sweetie sat on her bed, using a hand to fan her exposed cleavage. “My back is killing me,” she said, stretching a little.

“Mine too,” Fluttershy agreed as she took off her sweater and the shirt below it. Both pieces of clothing had done a terrific job hiding her true chest size, but now sitting on her bed wearing only her bra, her E+ cup breasts were exposed in all their bouncy glory.

“I don’t get why so many girls want to have big breasts like we do,” Sweetie sighed as she removed the top part of her costume, leaving her upper half bare minus her bra. “I love my girls, but the back pains aren’t worth it.”

“Not to mention the custom bras. Thank goodness Rarity helps us with that… and our swimsuits, too,” Fluttershy sighed alongside her younger friend.

“Yeah, that too. Having to buy custom-made clothes to fit these,” Sweetie said grabbing her tits. “All the time must be a real drain on anyone’s wallet,” she smirked looking at Fluttershy. “At least we got a lot of ‘friendly tips’ from a lot of guys wanting to take pictures of us, riiiight?”

“Y-You took their money?” Fluttershy asked and in response, Sweetie’s smirk widened. “I thought I told you not to, Sweetie! That’s very rude on your part!”

Sweetie laughed. “Hey, they were the ones ogling us and they were the ones who offered the money. Why not take it? It’s like Mister Rich always says: a mutually favorable exchange is always a good deal. They got what they wanted and we got more money to buy more stuff. Everyone wins!”

“T-That still feels wrong…” Fluttershy sighed in defeat as the pale-skinned girl continued to laugh. She was about to stand up when she felt a chilling sensation on her back that faded as soon as it came. “Umm, Sweetie, do you mind if I take a shower first?”

“Sure thing, Shy. Taking off this costume takes a while anyway,” Sweetie replied. She watched in silence for a few moments as Fluttershy undressed until only her panties remained. “Oh, and Fluttershy?” The yellow-skinned girl looked at her. “Thanks again, for putting up with me and being an awesome person,” Sweetie blushed.

Fluttershy giggled before replying. “What are friends for, right?” She then headed to the bathroom with her shampoo, nightie, and a fresh pair of panties in hand. “I’ll be out in a few minutes.”

Without another word, Fluttershy entered the bathroom and headed straight for the bathtub. Before entering, she removed her panties and put her nightie and fresh panties nearby. After spending a few moments figuring out how the water handles worked, which was which, and regulating the water’s temperature to one she felt enjoyable, she hopped right beneath the showering water.

Her shower was lengthy as the stress of the day refused to leave her easily, but in the end, it relented by the time she was ready to wash away the shampoo from her pink hair.

“Mhmmmm, such a nice bath~” She sighed in relief, eyes closed and fingers traveling from her head to the rest of her upper body washing the stress away.

Suddenly, Fluttershy felt the same chilling sensation run up her spine as before, only this time it remained a little longer. Feeling a bit anxious, Fluttershy stopped for a moment, allowing the water to wash away what little shampoo and soap remained clinging to her body. A few seconds later she started to feel… something similar to fingertips poke her ribs, then fingers run up her sides, gently and almost lovingly, until they reached her breasts; dancing and caressing all over her soft, delicate flesh.

Fluttershy was stunned for several seconds as all she could do was stare how something was touching her… molesting her. “W-What--” Her words died in her throat when she felt both her nipples being pinched and pulled ever so tenderly.

“Eeep!” Fluttershy squeaked as a burst of yellowish light surged from her body, allowing her to leap out of the bathtub. She landed softly next to the bathtub, confused. “What happened?” She asked to no one. Looking around resulted in an effortless practice as she found nothing while the shower kept running. “I must be more exhausted than I thought, I’m starting to imagine things…”

Letting out a sigh and a shrug, Fluttershy leaned forward to close the water handles. She quickly, albeit nervously, dried herself off, put on her panties and nightie, and exited the bathroom.

“I’m done, Swee--”

Again her words died in her throat, this time by what her eyes were seeing. It wasn’t that Sweetie Belle was breathing softly as she lay on her bed, nor that she had removed her costume leaving only her panties and bra. No. What made her froze still was that her bra was lifted above her breasts and something was groping and massaging them. More than that as she could clearly see her left nipple being suckled, while her right one was being pinched and played with.

For a moment of stunned confusion, Fluttershy stood there, her brain trying to comprehend what she was seeing. There was nothing wet covering Sweetie’s left nipple nor could she discern any sort of body or sound, aside from the grunts and groans Sweetie made, coming from whatever was having its way with Sweetie Belle.

“Sweetie Belle!” Fluttershy blurted out. Instantly after that, whatever was molesting her younger friend stopped. She watched as Sweetie stirred in her sleep like nothing had ever happened.

“H-Huh?” Sweetie yawned as she pulled herself up to sit at the edge of the bed. Looking down she noticed the state of her bra. “When did I pull it up?” She yawned again before removing it entirely. She then noticed Fluttershy standing near her bed. “Oh, are you done? Sorry I fell asleep, Shy. Guess I was more tired than I thought,” Sweetie moved to get her own accessories. “Don’t mind me, go to sleep if you want, Fluttershy. You look exhausted!” Sweetie giggled as she walked past the yellow-skinned woman.

Fluttershy tried to say something, but nothing came out. Not even mumbles. She was too nervous after what she saw to speak out. She could only watch as the pale-skinned girl shut the bathroom door closed behind her.

Shaking her head, Fluttershy tried to calm herself down with lackluster success. Eventually, she went to her to try and get some sleep.

But what in the world was that? I know… I know I didn’t imagine it… No… Maybe my head was playing tricks on me. A good night is just what I need right now, Fluttershy thought whilst closing her eyes.

By the time Sweetie Belle walked out of the bathroom, Fluttershy was almost asleep and moments later she drifted to dreamland. Minutes later, Sweetie Belle joined her.

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In the middle of the night, the two girls slept soundly in their beds. However, unknown to them, their covers were being slowly pulled aside by an unknown force. Once their covers were laying on the floor, their bodies were revealed: Fluttershy wearing her nightie and Sweetie Belle wearing a pair of panties and a loose shirt.

A few instants later, Fluttershy’s nightie was pulled to the side, opening it wide to reveal the bare breasts of the pink-haired woman. A moment later the clear outline of fingers appeared pressed against the soft flesh of her breasts. The fingers soon took the shape of two hands; one on each breast.

The hands began to move and tenderly squeeze at the ample bosom; they rolled, squeezed, cupped, played, and groped the two yellow fleshy mountains. It went on for a couple of minutes until the hands moved to the rosey-pale nipples sitting at the top of each tit. Said nipples were pinched, twisted, pulled, and caressed; sometimes roughly but never violently.

After some time, the hands stopped and vanished from Fluttershy’s skin. An instant later, however, the shirt Sweetie Belle was wearing was slowly ripped down the middle. When it was completely torn, her breasts laid completely exposed like two giant marshmallows with an intense pink nipple crowning the summit of each mound.

Like it started with Fluttershy, the ethereal hands made themselves present upon the alabaster flesh of Sweetie Belle’s breasts. First, they adopted a playful manner, then they began groping and squeezing and cupping the generous balloons of flesh; always taking their sweet time to play and enjoy them at their leisure.

By the time the hands moved to the nipples, Sweetie Belle was slightly shifting and letting out the odd moan here and there. The hands pinched and pulled at her nipples until a hand took a firm hold of Sweetie’s right breast. Suddenly, something else made itself present on and around her nipple and areola.

Like Fluttershy had seen previously, the motions indicated as if something was suckling on Sweetie’s tit. Her nipple moved up and down, from side to side in a manner that indicated it was being played with. Similarly, there was no actual noise nor any sort of fluid could be seen; all the while the other hand played freely with her left breast.

Despite that, however, Sweetie Belle was reacting all the same by shifting and moaning occasionally at the loving ministrations she was receiving in her unconscious state.

After a time, the suckling stopped only to appear an instant later on the left nipple. For several minutes this went on as the ethereal presence jumped from one breast to the other; always careful and making sure to give the nipple itself a long, rough suckle before leaving it alone.

Once more, the invisible hands vanished from Sweetie Belle’s flesh, only for them to appear a moment later on Fluttershy’s own. Like before, the hands played with her breasts, although this time for mere moments. Then, her left nipple was assaulted by an invisible vacuum that sucked, suckled, and played with it as it so desired.

Under tender ministrations did the ethereal presence lovingly play with Fluttershy’s breasts and nipples; holding them hostage to its amorous care for long, endless minutes. For her part, Fluttershy replied to such actions with soft moans and a trembling body from time to time.

By the time the hands stopped, Fluttershy’s breathing was a tad ragged, but not by much. Unlike previous times, the hands did not vanish. Instead, they traveled down her body: softly caressing her sides, her exposed belly, her waist, and finally ending at her hips. More importantly, the elastic band of her panties.

Ever so slowly and with practiced skill, the hands pulled down her panties with Fluttershy being none the wiser until the hands slipped them out of her feet. Tossing the underwear aside, the hands reappeared on Fluttershy’s thighs, gently pushing them apart to reveal her shaved nether regions. More so than that, after the treatment given to her breasts, her cunny glistened with a coating of liquid excitement.

The hands moved closer and a moment later a set of fingers began to spread her labia. The spreading revealed a reddish clitoris and the pure, untouched pink insides. Not a moment sooner did the ethereal presence take a direct action upon the exposed flesh.

“Mmmhhaaa!” Fluttershy cried in her sleep. Her body reacting, twitching and trembling, to a sensation akin to that of a tongue assaulting her inner walls.

As the pink-haired woman moaned and cried from the sudden waves of pleasure she was receiving, the intangible tongue did its work in short order. This time, however, something strange was happening. While there was a lack of sound not created by Fluttershy herself, her juices never touched the bedsheets. Indeed, the actions of the ethereal being provided the yellow-skinned mare with pleasure but at the same time, it vanished all physical evidence.

“Mmmmm! Mhmmmfff! Gaaahhhhh!” Fluttershy cried again and again until her hands clenched into fists, her entire body shook in a spasm, and a long whine of satisfaction left her lips. Below, her nether regions were soaked with the sudden outburst of vaginal fluids caused by a rather strong orgasm.

Or that would’ve been the case were not for the ethereal presence vanishing, or rather consuming Fluttershy’s love juices to the very last drop.

As her orgasm died down, a rush of cold unlike anything she had ever felt struck her naked body, causing her to stir up and awaken.

“G-Guh?” Fluttershy mumbled opening her eyes, her mind trying to catch up with her surroundings. It didn’t take her long to notice that she was both uncovered and naked. With that realization, the pleasant feeling of her orgasmic aftermath made itself present as did the wave of otherworldly coldness upon her skin. Despite her sudden burst of embarrassment, Fluttershy, try as she may, did not move.

Could not move.

A new burst, this time of anxiety, filled her mind for several long, icy cold seconds until she realized she could, if only slightly, move her head. She froze again when she heard a moan coming from Sweetie Belle and turning her head as fast as she could, she bore witness that the something, the ethereal being that had ravaged her while she slept, had just removed Sweetie Belle’s panties and was assaulting her young pussy.

N-No. No! Leave her alone! Fluttershy thought in desperation as she found it impossible to formulate anything more complex than incoherent mumbles and groans.

Fluttershy lay in her bed, unable to move and somehow try to help the young girl she babysat several times years ago. Instead, she forced herself to watch, in the hopes of seeing or figuring out just what was molesting and assaulting them, how the ethereal presence performed cunnilingus upon the still-sleeping pale-skinned woman.

It didn’t take particularly long for Sweetie Belle to reach her own orgasm, crying out her pleasure louder but sweeter than Fluttershy had. Although Fluttershy could not see it, the presence consumed the orgasmic juices of the younger woman. And like before, another wave of otherworldly cold blew across the room.

Fluttershy felt the cold in full force for the first time while conscious and found it… surprisingly pleasant. It felt cold, but it was not an unpleasant cold. If anything, it made her feel at ease, proven by her waning anxiety.

“Glub’tshai?” Sweetie Belle mumbled out the name of the older woman. “Jooa ifv go’n en?” She asked with all the clarity she could muster, barely able to move her head to the side and seek out Fluttershy.

“Hei ‘alm,” Fluttershy replied before she felt the hands of the ethereal being take a hold of her thighs and spread them further. She wanted to scream, but was unable to. She saw the terror reflected in Sweetie Belle’s eyes as she saw for the first time the incorporeal traces of whatever was doing this to them. She heard Sweetie try to scream, but all she managed to let out was a pathetic wheeze that could not scare even a single tiny mouse.

Then… she felt it. Fluttershy felt the shape of a penis or at least something similar to it press against the entrance of her pussy. Oh God… I’m going to be raped… my first time is going to get stolen by a rapiiiissssggaaahhhH! Fluttershy thought grimly, but was taken aback by the overwhelming sensation of being penetrated to her deepest part; her vaginal walls stretched out like they had never before. All without hurting in the slightest. Instead, it felt incredibly good. Cold, filling, but very, very pleasurable.

“Gaaaahhhh!” Fluttershy cried out at the new overpowering sensation hitting her in full. The ethereal being soon began to pound her, not with wanton lust but at an even pace that coaxed a moan out of her with each thrust. She also felt a hand begin to play with her breasts; jumping from one to the other as the being went at its own pace.

She didn’t know how long the ethereal being was at it, all she knew was that she had experienced three great orgasms already with a fourth approaching fast. With what little lucidity she had, Fluttershy was able to notice that after each of her orgasms the being came to a crashing halt and she could feel herself being dried up. As if the presence was absorbing it somehow.

Is that… is that what it really wants? She asked herself a moment before her fourth conscious orgasm of the night hit her. With it, a new wave of cold washed over her. Each new wave feeling better than the last, aiding in pushing any doubts aside and easing her mind.

Finally, exhausted beyond belief to the point that the hours spent during the convention itself were child’s play by comparison, Fluttershy felt the presence pull out of her ravaged pussy. Strangely enough, Fluttershy felt no discomfort aside from a lingering feeling of emptiness.

While she was exhausted, the shy woman was witness to the ethereal creature take hold of Sweetie Belle’s thighs, much like it had done with her, preparing to indulge itself in the younger woman whoever it desired. Before closing her eyes and letting darkness claim her, Fluttershy was sure she saw fear and curiosity reflected in Sweetie’s eyes.

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“Fluttershy? Sweetie Belle?” A familiar voice called the two women after they left their room, luggage in hand.

Both girls were startled but recovered quickly. Turning around the pair saw a familiar face.

“Vice Principal Luna?” Sweetie Belle asked as the older woman walked up to them carrying an ample backpack.

“Just Luna, I’m not your Vice Principal anymore, after all,” she smiled at the duo before looking at the door they had just closed. “Wow, you rented this room?” She sounded impressed.

“Y-Yeah. It was… cheap,” Sweetie Belle explained while sending a quick glare at the door.

“I know. It’s always cheap, but I think you’re the first guests in two years to actually rent it. I’m especially surprised by you, Fluttershy,” Luna hummed. “Then again, you being here… I guess nobody told you anything about that room, right?”

Fluttershy and Sweetie Belle looked at each other while a crawling sensation traveled up their spines.

“No?” Both said in unison.

“The room is haunted, or so the rumor goes,” Luna rubbed her chin trying to remember the story. “Someone died in there. Some versions say he was murdered, others that he committed suicide, others that it was an accident. Whatever the real version is, the truth of the matter is that no one enters that room because the ghost of that person is still there, waiting, and scaring away anyone who enters.”

Luna clapped her hands.

“Personally, I don’t really believe the whole ghost thing, but better safe than sorry given all the crazy stuff we’ve seen happen…” Luna shuddered. “Anyway, I have to go. It was good seeing you again, girls!”

With that, Luna turned around and left the stunned pair of women alone in the hallway.

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During the entire trip back home, Fluttershy and Sweetie Belle avoided talking about the subject as much as they could. Or talking in general for that matter. No one said it, but both of them couldn’t help but feel uneasy. They were glad to leave that horrid room behind. Nevertheless, after hearing what Luna had told them, on top of their experiences, it was hard not to drift back to what had happened.

Once they left the train station, the two of them made their way to Rarity’s home first. When they arrived they found Rarity tending to her front garden.

“Sweetie Belle! Fluttershy! Over here, darlings!” Rarity called wearing her most fashionable gardening attire.

“Rarity!” Sweetie Belle called as she rushed to hug her sister. “I’ve missed you so much!”

“Goodness’ sake, Sweetie, it’s been only three days!” Rarity said returning the hug in full. “I’m ever so sorry for skipping the convention like that, dear. I promise I will make it up to you somehow.”

“I’m glad you didn’t come,” Sweetie Belle mumbled out.

“What was that, dear?” Rarity asked.

“That I’m glad to be home!” Sweetie exclaimed breathing happily. Just then, Fluttershy arrived at their side, smiling at the affectionate display. “The Con was amazing, Rarity! There were so many new games announced and--”

Sweetie Belle froze when she felt her bra suddenly unclasp freeing her bosom. And with them, the familiar sensation of two incorporeal hands touching and groping her breasts.

Instantly, Sweetie Belle moved back, nearly shoving Rarity away from her.

“Ha! Would you look at the time! I have a lot of stuff to put in myroomsoifyou’llexcusemebye!” Sweetie stammered as she grabbed her luggage and bolted into the house and straight into the safety of her room.

“Whatever is the matter with Sweetie? I almost fell down on the, ughhh, dirt,” Rarity said looking disgusted for a moment.

“I-I bet she’s still tired from the trip, Rarity. The convention was pretty fun but tiresome,” Fluttershy explained whilst she felt that pair of intangible hands grope and cup her breasts through her sundress.

Rarity let out a defeated whine. “I guess you are right, darling,” Rarity noticed the slightly bouncing tits right in front of her. “My goodness, Fluttershy, again? I swear your girls keep getting bigger!” Rarity giggled. “Well, do come in dear. I’ll take your measurements in a second. And don’t worry about paying me anything, take it as a thank you for looking after my precious little sister.”

Fluttershy giggled nervously as she felt those invisible hands gently play with her breasts.

S-Should I tell her? But… but how would I tell Rarity that a g-ghost raped Sweetie Belle? But if I don’t tell her… what is he going to do? Fluttershy questioned herself on what to do while the ethereal presence, this so-called ghost, had its way with her once again.

“Fluttershyyyy, darliiiing, I’m waiiitiiiing~” Rarity sing-sang from inside her house.

“...Coming, Rarity!” Fluttershy replied, closing the door as she entered.

End.

Author's Note

Special thanks to anyone that read this!

Special thanks to Anonymous for proofreading!

Intangible Problems

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!