School Spirit Darker

Raymond Skystreak, or better known simply as ‘Ray’ by pretty much everyone, stirred up from his impromptu nap to a rather strange sight.

“What the hell?” Ray asked out loud. All around him he could see many of his friends and classmates wearing black formal outfits. The kind reserved for fancy dinner parties, weddings, and other such boring events.

He was quick to notice that something was… off. No one seemed to be having a good time. Rather, many of the present were crying lightly or in a sad mood. He could see his classmates from Crystal Prep and fellow students from the renowned Canterlot High chatting quietly between themselves.

“Hey, Brigs, what the hell is going on?” Ray asked a red-haired boy close by, but Brigs didn’t respond. “Hey, Brigs, man, I’m talking to you! What the hell is going on?” Ray asked again only to be ignored once more. “Screw you, too, then.”

Ray huffed as he looked around. He saw many familiar faces. Fluttershy, Pinkie Pie, the infamous Sunset Shimmer, Twilight Sparkle and her dog, Lemon Zest, Sour Sweet, C.H.’s Principal and Vice-Principal, and many more teachers and students. He even saw a large picture of himself resting against a wall adorned with flowers.

Ray blinked twice as his mouth fell agape, staring at his picture for several moments. Then, he began to laugh. “O-hokay! Okay! Nice one, guys! Ohooo, I almost fell for it! Don’t you think this is a bit too much for a prank?” Ray called before laughing loudly again. After several seconds, his laughter began to die down when he noticed no one had turned to see him or react in the slightest.

A wave of dread engulfed his spine as Principal Celestia made her way to the podium. Everyone else stopped what they were doing and sat down in their respective seats.

Whatever Principal Celestia was saying, Ray couldn’t tell. His mind was blank, all he could hear was static, and his heart had stopped beating inside his chest. Looking at his hands, Ray felt his dread slowly waver until he was able to discern a few of the spoken words.

“...beloved Raymond Skystreak. Dutiful student, loving son, a brave man. Today, we are gathered here to pay our respects to this wonderful young man…”

Ray couldn’t hear anymore. He didn’t want to. He didn’t need to. Realization finally hit him harder than anything before in his life.

“This is my funeral. I… I’m dead?” Ray asked, looking at himself in a nearby mirror. He was still wearing his Crystal Prep uniform, his grey hair was spiky and trimmed, his albino skin was unblemished, and his blue eyes were still there. But something seemed off about it as well. Mainly the fact that he could faintly see through his own body.

“Holy shit. I’m dead and I’m a ghost,” Ray whispered. “I’m a ghost,” he repeated louder. “I’m a freaking ghost!” He cheered. Rising to his feet, Ray walked over to the nearest person he saw. “Helloooo! Can you hear me? Can you see me?” He asked loudly, yelling at the C.H. student and waving a hand before his eyes without him making a single reaction. Feeling bolder, Ray decided to push the student only to see his entire right arm pass through him earning only a little shudder from both guys.

“Okay, so, I am a ghost. A real ghost. A ghosting ghost who can do ghost things,” Ray pulled his arm back. “Think, Ray, think, what can ghosts do? Well, no one seems to be able to see me or hear me, and I can’t touch anyone either. On the plus side, no more homework or having to worry about future bills!” Ray sighed at his own pitiful attempt at a joke.

Ray looked at his picture again for a few seconds before sitting in an open chair around the middle rows next to his classmate, Sour Sweet. “Hey there, Sour. How’s the weather?” Ray leaned back. “What in the second ring of hell am I supposed to do now? What are ghosts even good for?” He asked himself, paying no mind to Principal Celestia’s speech.

As the ceremony went on, Ray started feeling numb. Seeing the large photo of his face adorned with flowers wasn’t helping him in the slightest.

“Can I even feel at all anymore?” He asked out loud. Raising his hands he clasped them together. “Huh, I can feel my… skin? Whatever it is. But nothing else,” Ray sighed slumping into his seat. “How the fuck did I die? I don’t remember a damn thing! The last thing I remember was walking past the girl’s changing room…,” Ray closed his eyes, desperate to recall at least a detail or two about his own demise. Yet try as he might, nothing came up. “Damn it! Did somebody format my brain like a hard drive!?” Ray yelled giving up on his efforts.

“Oh, that’s a nice one.”

Ray turned his head to the source of the voice. He found Sour Sweet stealthily coursing over some sort of fashion or whatever nonsense on her phone.

The ghost frowned. “Oh, I’m sorry. Is my funeral a bit too boring for you, Sour? It must be suuuuuuch a pain for you and the rest of the Shadowcunts to sit here wasting your time. Having to pay your empty respects to a classmate you used to make fun of.” Ray stood up not wanting to be near Sour Sweet for now.

Ray began walking around the room, uncaring if he walked through seats or people since he was now incorporeal.

“Jesus Christ. I’m dead… I’m dead,” Ray stopped in front of his photo whispering the words in an icy tone. He stared at his smiling photo for several minutes before he began to chuckle. Turning around to face all the attendees he noticed two empty seats in the front row.

Or rather, he noticed name tags where the two most pivotal people in his life should have been.

“Wow, you couldn’t even be bothered to come to your only son’s funeral? Nah, you two probably don’t know yet that I’m even dead. I should have expected no less from parents that love their work at NAZA above their bloody son,” Ray clenched his fists. “Why am I surprised? You packed and fled the moment I turned fourteen because I was ‘mature enough’. I was lucky to see your damn faces once a year. So why care your son died! You probably forgot you procreated, didn’t you!?”

Ray screamed at the empty seats with all his might before he spun around and threw a blind punch at the nearest object behind him. His photo flew back, crashing down with a loud bang. Ray, his rage diminished, blinked confusedly at the frame, then at his ethereal hand, and back at the frame. Suddenly, a dim but noticeable round of stifled laughter echoed around the room.

Ray gritted his teeth, his rage renewed. “Yeah, go ahead. Kick the dead dog some more. What does it matter, right? Go ahead, have a good golly guffaw! HA HA HA! I hope all of you choke on--” He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw three figures quickly get up from their seats.

Ray remained still, observing from the sidelines as they rushed to his fallen photo. Two of the figures were a surprise to him since he never once shared a single word with them: Pinkie Pie and Flash Sentry. Ray had heard enough about them to know they were generally nice people, as a lot of Canterlot High’s students tended to be.

“Now that I think about it… almost everyone that laughed was from Crystal Prep Academy. Fucking Cinch,” Ray cursed as his focus shifted entirely to the third figure.

It was no surprise, at least to him, to see the beautiful soon-to-be-Principal Dean Cadance had rushed to help him, even in his death. More than once she had permitted him to use one of her super-comfy office chairs for a quick power nap after school in her office. And she had certainly aided him a lot when dealing with the Shadowbolts.

She embodied everything that her predecessor was not, and Ray could not think of any higher praise. Abacus Cinch was an overly-ambitious twat who cared not for her students and showed no hesitation in using them for the sake of advancing Crystal Prep’s (or more accurately, her own) reputation.

Dean Mi Amore Cadenza, or Cadance for short, was an exemplary teacher. Dedicated. Trustworthy. Impossibly patient. Intelligent. Stern without being imposing. Attentive. Understanding. And genuinely preoccupied with the best interest and well-being of her students above all else.

Not to mention Dean Cadance was the most gorgeous woman Ray had ever met. And taking into account Principal Celestia and Vice-Principal Luna, there was stiff competition all-around.

Ray watched as the three kind people put his photo back up where it belonged. When they were done, Pinkie stayed for a moment longer to caress its cheek for a moment. With a nod of gratitude from Celestia, the three volunteers nodded back and returned to their seats. He stood there, a shaking arm stretched to them.

“Damn it!” He shouted, head hanging low. “I can’t even thank them. They can’t see me. No one can even hear me now,” he lowered his arm and his voice cracked. “I wasn’t that popular but… damn it! DAMN IT!” He covered his face attempting to hide his non-existent tears. “I always wanted a girlfriend to hold and hug and sleep with. I… I didn’t want to die so young,” pulling his hands away, Ray stared at the crowd in front of him. “I won’t sleep or eat or do anything all of you take for granted. I never got to experience what sex felt like,” he glared at Sunny Flare, the ‘leader’ of the Shadowbolts and the one responsible for coining his shameful nickname.

“Shameful?” Ray whispered. “No, not shameful. Not anymore. It doesn’t matter, now does it? So what if I’m the Tit-Ogler? What’s so wrong with liking girls with big breasts, huh!? Oh… OH! I get it!” Ray laughed walking over to Sunny Flare, his face mere inches away from hers. “You were jealous of Sour Sweet, weren’t you? Compared to her, you don’t have much to show! So yes, you insufferable jezebel, I am the Tit-Ogler, and I like it!” Ray laughed some more but it quickly died down into a mirthless chuckle. He stepped back until he sat on the single stair where his photo stood.

“This has to be a bad joke. So I die not knowing what killed me, alone, a virgin and now I’m unable to touch anything or interact with anyone,” Ray snarled. “With so many assholes in the world, I’m the one who dies while others get to live their lives without consequence!?” Ray’s anger faded almost instantly as a realization hit him. “Consequence… I’m already dead… I’m a ghost, a spirit now,” Ray stood up, eyes wide and smiling. “If I’m already dead, then I’m above consequence. It doesn’t matter what I do now. What could be worse than this?” Ray looked back at his photo and then at his right hand. He reached for the frame but ended up phasing through it. He groaned pulling back his hand, focused before reaching out again.

This time, he felt pressure against his ethereal hand. Ray smiled.

“I’m a ghost! I can do whatever the hell I want! As Sirius Black once said ‘What is life without a little risk?’. Or in my case, unlife!” Ray’s smile widened, baring his teeth and eyes devoid of light. Just then, Principal Celestia stepped down from the podium and everyone stood up, ready to leave. “If I was denied my chance to enjoy life, then I am going to have a rollercoaster’s worth of fun as a ghost!”

Ray remained vigilant and giddy as he observed every attendant walking out. He noticed Flash Sentry leave with some other guys and a grey-skinned girl with blonde hair latched to his arm. On the opposite side, the most popular girls of Canterlot High parted ways, with Pinkie Pie, Fluttershy, and Sunset Shimmer leaving together. Meanwhile, Twilight Sparkle and her dog walked over to her big brother, Shining Armor, with Dean Cadance joining them a moment later.

With his mind made up on his next course of action, Ray began to walk. “After all, who is going to stop me?”

***************************************************

“Here are the snaaaaacks~” Pinkie sang while setting a tray of cookies, some juice, cupcakes, and other sweets on the table her two friends were sitting at. Fluttershy and Sunset Shimmer were quick to grab and devour a few treats.

“You make the best cookies ever, Pinkie,” Sunset complimented gulping down two more of them. Fluttershy only hummed enjoying a cupcake. “So, how exactly are we going to do this?”

Pinkie smiled pulling a box out of her hair and placing it on the table. “With this!”

Fluttershy and Sunset stared at the box for several silent seconds.

“Ooookay,” Sunset drawled out. “And you have a ouija board because?” Sunset Shimmer questioned, raising an eyebrow.

“It belonged to my Grandma Pie! She said to use it whenever I wished to talk to her or a dead friend!” Pinkie answered sheepishly.

“Eep!”

Sunset crossed her arms and grinned. “Look, I know this is going to sound filthy rich coming from someone that hails from a land of sunshine, rainbows, actual magic, and talking mythical creatures, but don’t you think that’s crossing the line of disbelief?”

“Ohohooooo silly! It’s like saying the fourth wall doesn’t exist!” Pinkie clapped her hands.

“...I am not even going to deign that with a counter,” Sunset sighed. “Okay, so you have a ouija board, now what? And why in God’s good name would you want to talk with that Raymond guy anyway? I don’t remember you being friends with him.”

Pinkie’s hair deflated a little, looking at the ouija board. “That’s why I want to talk to him. I never got a chance to be his friend. He looked so… gloomy and sad when I first saw him, but the Friendship Games were going on and I couldn’t do anything to cheer him up then.”

Sunset said nothing whilst Fluttershy put her half-eaten cupcake down, both of them sharing a saddened expression.

“The last time I saw him, I caught him looking at my cleavage. That apron really didn’t leave anything to the imagination, if you catch my drift~” Pinkie teased, her demeanor back to normal.

“Ha! So you weren’t the only one?” Sunset asked with a smirk. “Did you know the Shadowbolts nicknamed him the Tit-Ogler? I wonder why!” She said, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

“Uhmm, I c-caught him, too. I think he was just too shy to talk to us. We were rivals at the time, after all.” Fluttershy added.

“Do you still want to try this out with someone who was a known pervert?” Sunset asked.

“I don’t care about that, Sunset. I only want him to know I would’ve loved to be his friend,” Pinkie said without hesitation as she set the board in place. “I can use the board alone, but it’s easier if there are more people playing. Will you two join me?”

Fluttershy nodded and smiled. “Of course, Pinkie. I have nothing to do for the rest of the day, and even then I would never turn down a friend that needs me.”

Sunset shrugged. “I’m down with doing this. Mostly because I’m curious to see if ouija boards actually work,” she turned her gaze to Pinkie. “Are there any rules we have to follow to, you know, not end up possessed or opening a gate to hell?” Sunset said, half-mocking.

“A few, actually. Demons are really nasty without restraints,” Pinkie answered casually, not noticing the blank stare Sunset was giving her. “Okay, there are three rules we must follow. One, all of us stay until the game ends. Two, all spirits manifest in one way or another, just let them answer however they want. And three, the game cannot end until the spirit wants to leave. Is that okay?” Pinkie explained, raising a finger at each condition.

“I think I can do that. Yes.” Fluttershy nodded.

“Fine with me,” Sunset replied.

“Aaaaaaalrighty! Let’s get this session started!” Pinkie Pie clapped her hands three times before opening the ouija board.

“Huh, it looks exactly as I expected,” Sunset said, unamused.

“Now, everyone, touch the pointer. Don’t press it down, just touch it gently,” Pinkie ordered and her girls obeyed. “Now then, we begin. Oh, Spirits who walk the umbral planes and exist beyond our limited reality; to those that know what is to come, I command thee to answer my call. In the name of Pinkamena Diane Pie and those of my family and present company, I beseech you to respond. Is Raymond Skystreak present in this room?” Pinkie chanted sounding more serious than any other occasion.

Silence.

Sunset looked around the room after a few seconds and smirked. “Damn, I was actually hoping this would wor--” Her words died in her mouth as the pointer moved to the printed ‘YES’ on the board. “Haha, Pinkie. Very funny,” Sunset said faintly.

“R-R-R-Ray… i-is that y-y-ou?” Fluttershy asked fearfully. The pointer moved back an inch or so before pointing at the printed ‘YES’ for a second time.

Pinkie smiled smugly at a now stunned Sunset before speaking. “Raymond, may we call you Ray from now on?” Again, the pointer repeated the process. “Good. Ray, did you have friends back at Crystal Prep?” The pointer zipped to the printed ‘NO’. “Were you sad and lonely because you didn’t have any friends?” The pointer zoomed to the ‘YES’. Pinkie teared up a little. “I-I’m sorry, Ray. I saw you during the Friendship Games sitting alone and sad… but I never approached you. I-It must’ve been so hard for you, and I was more focused on those stupid games!”

Pinkie sniffled while her friends anticipated a response from the board. The pointer remained still for several seconds until it slowly began to move around. The three girls could only stare, their eyes widening with each letter added to Ray’s response:

‘Do not feel bad, Pinkie. It was not your fault. I understand. If you want, we can be friends now.’

“Holy shit, this actually works…” Sunset muttered.

“R-Really?” Pinkie asked, smiling through her tears. The pointer zoomed to the ‘YES’. “Yay!” Pinkie cheered. “Do you want to keep talking?” ‘YES’ was the answer.

“Mind if I give it a try?” Sunset asked and Pinkie nodded. “H-hello there, Ray. Hey, shot in the dark here, but I’m curious, are there any other ghosts present?” ‘NO’.

“Spirit animals, maybe?” Fluttershy asked. ‘NO’.

“Have you seen other spirits or angels or demons?” Sunset asked. ‘Not yet. I’ll pass on meeting demons, though.’

“How does it feel to be a spirit, Ray?” Fluttershy questioned. ‘Strange.’

“Did you like looking at my boobs?” Pinkie asked.

“PINKIE!” Both Fluttershy and Sunset scolded her.

“Whaaaaat? I’m curious! I know lots of boys look at my chichis, but Ray is our friend now. And hoooow many boy friends do we have?”

“Does Spike count?” Fluttershy whispered.

“That’s beside the point, Pinkie! You can’t go asking something like that out of the blue!” Sunset further reprimanded her pink friend.

They stopped the moment the pointer began to move again, slowly. ‘A lot. I like big boobs.’

As if to further drive home his answer, the coat Pinkie was wearing was unbuttoned and with it her shirt. In moments, Pinkie’s blue bra was exposed as something could clearly be seen groping her twin mounds. Curiously enough, her bra didn’t move, only the flesh beneath it.

‘I like them a lot.’

“Okay, time to end this!” Sunset was about to stand up when Fluttershy stopped her.

“Remember the rules, Sunset,” the shy woman told her.

Sunset grumbled seeing Pinkie being molested right in front of her eyes.

Pinkie moaned weakly. “I-It’s okay, Sunset. Ray’s our friend now… I think.”

Sunset shook her head. “That doesn’t make it okay!” She said right before Pinkie’s bra was unhooked, setting her soft breasts free. Now she could clearly see the outline of two ethereal hands massaging, groping, and playing with Pinkie’s breasts.

‘I am a spirit now. What does it matter?’

“H-He’s right, Sunset,” Pinkie half-moaned back. “Some spirits can be a bit… grabby.”

“Again, that doesn’t make it okay!” Sunset countered. “Ray, please leave her alone.”

‘NO’

“Why the hell not!?”

‘I just want to have some fun. I am dead. What do you have to lose?’

“Ray,” Fluttershy spoke in a soft yet assertive tone. “If we continue to play, do you promise to end this?” She asked and there was a moment of silence. ‘YES’. “Do you promise you won’t hurt us?” ‘YES’. “What do you want to do?” ‘Ask’.

“I think I know w-what he wants,” Pinkie whimpered, a few tears forming in her eyes. “W-Who has the best chest between us?”

This time the pointer didn’t move, instead, the answer manifested itself by leaving Pinkie’s breasts and moving to Fluttershy.

“Eep!” The girl squeaked in surprise but didn’t fight back as her coat, shirt, and bra were snapped off. Two hands appeared cupping her breasts as if presenting a prize.

“D-Do you think Sunset Shimmer has any chance to get back with Flash Sentry?” Pinkie asked. ‘Judging from what I noticed at my own funeral. NO.’

“W-Why would you ask him that!?” Sunset barked angrily.

“I didn’t know what else to ask!” Pinkie cried back.

‘But you are a lovely girl, Sunset. I am sure you will get a boyfriend sooner or later. Nobody deserves to die like I did.’

For a moment, all three girls pondered Ray’s answer. Perhaps he was doing all this out of a sense of closure for himself? They didn’t get too much time to muse. Sunset’s coat, shirt, and bra also snapped open revealing her chest and a pair of ethereal hands playing with them.

‘No straight man would deny a rack like this.’

“Damn you…” Sunset cursed, fighting back a moan as the spirit toyed with her tits, pinching and twisting her nipples. “What the hell do you want so you can go away and leave us alone?” Sunset demanded.

Sunset felt the ethereal hands of Ray disappear for a moment before they reappeared on her shoulders, behind her. She felt them move down once again to her chest, but something was different. Mainly that she couldn’t move much.

“W-what are you doing!?” Fluttershy cried out from her spot being kept that way by Ray. “I-I thought you said you were the only spirit present!”

‘I am.’

“R-Ray, p-please, stop!” Pinkie begged as she was dragged back to her bed. Her skirt was zipped down alongside her stockings, shoes, and panties. By the time she reached the mattress, crying out all the way, she lay on her back completely naked, legs spread apart.

Her two friends, unable to move, could only watch as an ethereal hand manifested on Pinkie’s smooth skin. Her vaginal folds were parted and something made its way inside her. Pinkie groaned as her pussy slowly moistened.

Both girls, unable to do anything but watch, realized Ray’s intentions too late.

Of course! He said he died without ever having a girlfriend, so that means..., Sunset thought. “Are you trying to lose your virginity?” She spat.

‘YES’

“Ahh! Ahh!” Pinkie cried out regaining the attention of her friends, but not in pain as expected. “C-Cold! W-Why is it so cold!?”

‘How should I know? But you feel amazing, Pinkie Pie.’

“A-At least he’s not hurting her…” Fluttershy muttered as Pinkie kept moaning, crying, and gasping as wet slapping began to echo inside the room.

The two pinned girls observed the rape occurring in front of their eyes; knowing there was absolutely nothing they could do to help their pink friend. They also quietly moaned, fighting back against Ray’s ministrations over their breasts.

“S-Slow down, please! T-Too cold! I… I… t-tingly!” Pinkie pleaded to no avail. Instead, an ethereal mouth began sucking and licking her nipples as the thrusting against her hips became faster and slightly erratic.

‘You fel warmm Ponkie Pi. Sex feeels too darn guud’

The pointer messily spelled out to the two observing girls. It didn’t take too long before the now hard thrusts came to a screeching halt; Sunset and Fluttershy witnessed the stretched folds of their friend’s pussy remain that way for several moments. Both of them having the vantage point to perfectly and clearly see all the way inside her vagina up to her cervix.

“AHHHHHH!” Pinkie screamed before biting her hair and clenching the sheets hard in an effort to muffle her orgasm. Spurts of her nectar stained her bedsheets; some droplets flew off with enough force to land on the ouija board and her two stunned friends.

After about half a minute, Pinkie’s orgasm died down leaving her a panting, cum-stained mess laying on her bed. “G-gahhh, huh?” Pinkie softly moaned as she felt the invisible, phantasmagoric penis leave her velvety inner walls. Then, she felt a pair of lips over her own. The kiss was shaky and inexperienced, but genuine all the same.

After that, darkness took her.

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“Ugghh, I can’t believe we wasted so much time attending that fool’s funeral,” Sunny Flare groaned from one of the four small chat windows on Sour Sweet’s computer screen via Facetime.

“Yeah, tell me about it. Oh wait, don’t. I was in that bore-fest. Who the fuck cares about some creepy, solitary pervert dying anyway?” Indigo Zap laughed out loud from another window.

“You two can be such bitches,” Sugarcoat scolded from a bottom window. “I didn’t like him either, but what you said is plain disgusting. Did you even see how mangled his body was?”

“Can it, Sugarcoat. Not even that creep’s parents showed up. I bet they are hippies or something,” Sunny Flare chuckled.

“I bet they were having a party for finally getting rid of that damn pervert,” Indigo Zap added.

“You are the absolute worst,” Lemon Zest said with disgust next to Sugarcoat’s window.

“Can we please stop talking about the Tit-Ogler and focus on this bullshit project?” Sour Sweet groaned for what felt like the umpteenth time after arriving home and getting in touch with her fellow Shadowbolts. She was lying on her bed chest down wearing only her bathrobe. “Thanks to his funeral we lost a day of work. Dean Cadance may not be that wrinkled old hag Cinch, but I don’t want to take my chances either way. Now, who is going to do what?”

“Fine, be that way. I’ll take the body if that’s okay,” Indigo Zap waved a hand dismissively.

“You want the body? That’s the toughest part,” Sugarcoat pointed out.

“Would you rather let Lemon do it?” Zap replied. Lemon Zest flipped her off.

“In that case, suit yourself,” Sugarcoat sighed. “Then I’ll take the ending.”

“Nonsense, dearie. I’ll take the ending. I can write better conclusions than you,” Sunny countered.

Sugarcoat groaned. “Fine! You do the ending, I’ll do the introduction.”

Lemon Zest hummed. “Then I’ll take the bibliography, it should be easy enough.”

Sour nodded. “Then I’ll organize the whole thing,” on her screen, all of her ‘friends’ nodded simultaneously.

“Sometimes I miss Twilight Sparkle,” Sunny began. “She was great at this kind of stuff.”

“Shut up, Flare. You only miss her because she did all the damn work,” Sugarcoat snapped back.

“Don’t remind me! Now we have to do our own homework!” Sunny groaned. “Heh, I bet the damn Tit-Ogler would’ve done our homework if we asked kindly enough.”

“Here we go again,” Sour sighed in defeat, smothering her face in her bedsheets.

“He was pretty darn smart, I’ll give him that,” Zap smirked. “But I don’t think he’d want to see those mosquito bites you call breasts, Flare.”

“Screw you, Indigo,” Sunny spat back as Sugarcoat and Lemon laughed. “My bosom is fine as it is! Not like Sour’s cow-- Sour, what the fuck is that?” Sunny lost all anger in her voice as she pointed her webcam.

“Huh?” Sour raised her head to find four confused faces on her screen staring at something. She didn’t need to turn her head back to see what her fellow Shadowbolts were looking at; the reflection of her computer screen was enough to witness her robe being lifted. “W-What!?”

Before Sour was able to jolt away from the bed, she felt something grab her by the back of her neck. It pushed her against the bed and stripped off her bathrobe leaving her in the nude.

“G-Girls, I--I can’t move! I can’t freaking moooAAHHH!” She yelped as another hand harshly grabbed her by the hair and yanked her back. “Ow, ow, OW!” Sour cried out before she was flipped completely. Now laying on her back, Sour screamed for help, hoping against hope as she lived alone in her mansion. The cleaning staff had already gone home, and her parents wouldn’t arrive until next week from their trip. The fact that she stood at the mercy of whatever was assaulting her only increased her terror.

The rest of the Shadowbolts gaped in utter disbelief at the now-exposed generous D-cup breasts being groped and squeezed by--

“Are those hands!?” Lemon Zest screamed jumping back from her seat.

“What hands!?” Sour screamed back. Without really seeing, due to a lack of perspective and the tears forming in her eyes, she used a hand to try and grab whatever was molesting her. Try as she might, it was a futile effort as she felt nothing but cold air.

“W-What should we do!? Should we call the police?” Sugarcoat asked, distraught.

“And tell them what, exactly!? That some invisible monster is trying to rape Sour Sweet!?” Indigo shouted back.

“Don’t you EVER say that horrible word again!” Lemon Zest shot back at Zap. “Sour! Sour, listen to me, try to get out, fight back! I’ll be there as soon as I can, I promise!”

‘I wouldn’t go anywhere if I were you, Lemon. LOL’

The four watching Shadowbolts froze once more, either stunned in surprise or frozen in fear was anyone’s guess.

“W-Who are you?” Sunny asked, her entire body trembling.

‘You’ll learn in due time. Just know that you can’t do anything to help Sour. But if you want to try, go ahead. Just let me warn you, if any one of you leaves or closes the stream, there’s no telling what I’ll do to her.’

“W-What’s going on!?” Sour asked, distraught. She froze when she saw something press a few keys on her tablet’s keyboard. It then began to float around until it rested on her drawer. “What the shit is happening!?” She shouted in a panicked tone.

Sunny and Zap cursed, unable to do anything while Lemon and Sugarcoat covered their mouths to avoid screaming in horror. The change in angle gave them the perfect view of Sour’s entire naked form, as well as gracing them with the sight of ethereal hands groping her breasts.

‘Now, isn’t that view much better? =D’

“Whoever you are, you are not going to get away with this!” Zap said hitting her desk.

‘You are in no position to order me around, Indigo Zap. Plus, what can you do? I already got away with it. Although I am somewhat surprised you lot actually care about Sour.’

“Of course we do, she’s our friend!” Sugarcoat yelled.

‘Coming from you, Sugarcoat, I can almost believe it. But we both know that isn’t true. You Shadowcunts stick together because no one else is willing to deal with all your nagging and bullshit. You may be the nicest of the bunch, but the concept of friendship is something you don’t understand, much less express.’

“S-Shut up, you monster!” Sunny Flare demanded.

‘I wonder if you’d actually mourn Sour if she died. Don’t worry, I won’t do anything to hurt her, at least not to that extent. Although I know Sunny and Zap would find her funeral to be quite a bit boring as well, wouldn’t you?’

“...How long have you been there?” Lemon Zest asked, her eyes wide and hands shaking in fear. Sour, for her part, continued trying to fight back and scream for help every now and again, but all her efforts were futile.

‘For quite a while. I hopped in the shower with Sour. You may be the cutest, Sugarcoat. And Lemon is the sexiest, in my opinion. But Sour has the most developed body of you all <3.’

The girls froze. Had this… thing being inside Sour’s home for that long? How much had he heard? Why had he waited until now to attack? Those were the questions running through their minds while they watched this nefarious being do whatever he pleased with their friend.

“What is that bastard saying!” Sour demanded to know when her entire body shivered. “W-What the--?” She moaned loudly feeling one of her nipples being enveloped by a cold mouth before it began to suck. The mouth released her only for it to jump to her other nipple and repeat the action. “C-cold! Cold! Why is it cold!? It feels like--Hmmmm!--ice cubes are sucking my breasts!” She moaned again as a hand pressed her tits together and the ethereal mouth sucked on both her nipples at the same time.

‘Damn, she’s way better than I imagined!’

The four girls stared as the tablet began to float again, this time it gave them a full panoramic view of the helpless Sour Sweet laying on her bed. Her eyes were glistening with tears, her body trembled, and she was gritting her teeth in an attempt to stop moaning. They got an up-close view of the ethereal hands appearing on the girl’s skin and that of her nipples being sucked. The view turned stable as the tablet was set on the headrest of Sour’s ample bed.

From this new point of view, the four girls saw Sour’s nethers already starting to moisten up. They also saw she was hairy, not that the being appeared to mind much as Sour’s legs were spread open to give the audience a far better view. They saw Sour’s lower lips being spread to reveal her glistening, pink insides.

“No...No. No. Nonononononono, please no. Oh God, please no!” Sour began to cry out in desperation; pleading for mercy to whatever had made of her its plaything. “Please, I beg you, d-don’t do it, please!” Sour’s voice began to crack as tears fell freely down her freckled cheeks.

“Damn you! I’ll fucking kill you!” Sunny cursed getting up from her seat and tossing her chair aside.

‘Nope. You can’t.’

“When I get my hands around your neck I am going to laugh seeing the light vanish from your eyes!” Indigo Zap threatened as she continued to punch her desk.

“Girls! Help me! Help me, please! Zap! Sugar! Flare! Lemon! Anyone, pleaAaAAAAAHHHFFFUUUUCCCKKK!” Sour cursed loudly when the same icy feeling that had captured her nipples now enveloped itself around her clit and sucked it. The effect was instantaneous, sending an orgasm through her body. “D-Damn it!” Sour tried to fight back, but she was pinned against the bed. All she could do to fight back her frustration was clutch the bedsheets. “Why!? Why!? Why!?” She repeated over and over again until she moaned loudly, her entire body trembling as a second orgasm in less than two minutes struck her. Sour cried endlessly, gritting her teeth and cursing her weakness. “Why doesn’t it hurt!?”

Her four friends could only watch in despair, right until her last scream shook them to the core.

‘You seemed confused. Allow me to explain. It’s quite simple, really. I can’t hurt anyone, physically, I mean. Everything that I’m doing to Sour Sweet? She’s enjoying it. I am giving her nothing but pleasure. #LadyKiller’

“Sour… are you… are you enjoying it?” Sugarcoat finally asked after several seconds of silence.

“I HATE IT!” Sour screamed her reply. “I hate that this feels so fucking gooooOOOOUUHHH!” She moaned as a third orgasm rocked through her body. “FUCK!” She cursed as her pussy squirted a few spurts of her cum onto the sheets.

‘You see? She won’t feel any pain. Well, I can’t do anything about yanking hair. That hurts no matter what. But this? Never this.’

“Why are you doing that to Sour Sweet… why do this to us? What did we ever do to you!?” Lemon Zest asked right before the lower lips of Sour began to spread around something; the angle allowing her and her friends to see the yellow-skinned girl’s birthing tunnel open up to showcase its virgin pink interior.

‘I wouldn’t worry about that. You’ll understand soon enough.’

“T-Take it out, please! Take it out! Take it out! I don’t want this!” Sour pleaded to her attacker, but her pleas fell upon deaf ears. “I don’t want my f-first time to beheheieieie!” Sour cried out as the being on top of her began to thrust into her at an even pace. Not content with just that, it also enveloped one of her nipples inside its cold mouth. “D-Dammit! I-It feels like an i-icicle!” Sour managed to moan out in between thrusts.

“Please, I beg you, stop it!” Sugarcoat said, crying.

‘No can do. She feels way too good! Though it’s hilarious that she’s a virgin after all the shit she said about me!’

The remaining girls, ensnared by the being’s threat, watched with disgust how Sour Sweet, their fellow Shadowbolt and friend was raped right before their eyes. Her cries for help and her moans of tormented pleasure burned themselves into their minds. The faint wet slapping noises each thrust created dug deep into their hearts.

Finally, after what felt like an eternal epoch, Sour Sweet let loose a hateful, pleasure-filled scream as one final mind-breaking orgasm hit her in full. They watched in horror as Sour’s entire body shook uncontrollably as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her nervous system, hands clenching the bedsheets below her so fiercely she managed to rip them apart. Her clit was swollen, red, and pulsing as she squirted several times until she suddenly stopped.

Her legs, wobbly and unable to respond, fell to the bed giving the expecting audience a scene one could only expect from a porn movie. Sour’s nethers were completely drenched in her own juices, her labia were slightly swollen, her puckered asshole clenched at nothing, and her breathing was ragged and spent. The sole source of consolation was that there was no trace of semen anywhere.

‘That was way better than I expected it to be!’

The tablet again moved from its resting spot to hover closer to Sour’s nethers, giving an even better view of her well-fucked pussy.

‘Sadly, I must go now. But do remember this, Shadowbolts. From the ashes of the Tit-Ogler, the Phantom Perv rises! And I hope everyone enjoyed this as much I have! Ciao.’

The four girls watching the show… simply sat there. Agape, stunned, and frozen. They didn’t care that the door to Sour’s room opened on its own and then closed. They didn’t care that Sour Sweet had passed out shortly after that. Their minds could barely process what they had just read and had been forced to witness.

It wasn’t until Sugarcoat noticed something out of place, a simple red tilting sphere at the corner of her screen, that she finally reacted.

“Girls… that was a live broadcast.”

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“Dinner’s almost ready!” Twilight’s voice called from the next room.

“Finally! I am starving, and Twily makes the best veggie soup in the city!” Shining said getting up from the couch he was sitting on. Next to him sat/cuddled his girlfriend Dean Mi Amore Cadenza. Or better yet, soon-to-be Principal Cadance.

“You’re not the only one! I haven’t eaten anything since this morning,” Spike rose to his paws and shook off his extra fluff. All of a sudden, he froze and turned to the couch with his tail straightened.

While Spike stared at the couch, Shining Armor smiled down at his stretching girlfriend. I’m the luckiest man alive, Shining thought to himself as he observed Cadance out of her formal clothing. She still wore her dress and stockings, but her coat and upper shirt had been removed for the sake of comfort. So she only wore a simple undershirt that barely concealed her chest and stomach.

Shining felt a wave of prideful smugness course through him; the sole knowledge that Cadance was his girlfriend; that she had chosen him over older men pining for her with promises of wealth or prestige was enough to make him feel like a bloody king. And how could he not? Cadance was the embodiment of the ideal woman. The fact that many, many more thought the same further proved it was true.

Cadance was gorgeous, intelligent, compassionate, and dozens of other traits that could only fit into the mold of a true Princess. Birth status be damned, to him Cadance was a Princess in everything but title. Maybe in some strange parallel universe Cadance was an actual Princess and he a Prince! Shining scoffed at the idea as soon as it came, choosing to focus again on his beautiful girlfriend.

Mainly speaking, her voluptuous figure. Her wide hips, her slender but firm waist, her legs that went on for days, and her generous bosom turned her figure into the very definition of an hourglass figure. If that wasn’t enough, he knew she took great care of her figure with steady training, meaning she didn’t resort to starving herself half to death to look good. She looked better than good. She looked healthy and her entire body was in perfect condition. Not a single trace of extra fat was found nor was it lacking.

Perfect. She was perfect in every way. Her body was a temple.

“And I am her worshipper,” Shining mumbled dumbly.

“Did you say something, honey?” Cadance asked rubbing an eye while extending her free hand to Shining.

Shining smiled aiding his beloved up. “Only that I am going to hate being away from you for six months,” he said in the most suave tone he could muster.

Cadance giggled at her boyfriend’s antics and poorly-disguised attempts to sway her. But that’s what she loved about Shining, after all. “You’ll find a way to survive, you dork,” Cadance let go of Shining’s hand and looked down at Spike. “Spike? Is something wrong?”

“I don’t know,” Spike replied baring his teeth. “I feel… I feel like there’s someone else here, but I can’t see or smell it, but I know there’s someone else in the house!”

Shining laughed dropping to a knee to pick up Spike. “You must be hungrier than you thought! Come on, little guy, time for some chow,” Shining made it ten steps when he noticed he wasn’t being followed. Turning around, he saw Cadance standing still. “Honey, is everything okay?”

“Shining, dear… I… I can’t move…,” Cadance said trying to move a leg, yet it didn’t twitch. “Shining, I don’t know what’s going on,” she explained, doing her best to remain calm.

“Honey, don’t worry, we’ll get some help. Twilight. Twilight, come here now!” Shining called while Spike growled at nothing.

“What’s the matter, Shiny?” Twilight walked into the living in time to see Cadance’s skirt zip all the way down and then being pulled down by an invisible force. “Cadance!”

“Don’t come any closer!” Cadance warned as her shirt was torn and tossed to the ground. “Whatever is happening, I don’t want you to fall victim to it, too!”

“You expect me to sit here and do nothing!?” Shining hollered angrily seeing his girlfriend’s bra snap and fall. Her large tits bounced freely for a moment before a pair of ethereal hands started to grope, massage, and play with them. With his vision turning red, Shining charged without thinking. He threw a side-punch beneath his girlfriend’s breasts, hitting nothing but air. Doing another attempt, Shining did a roundhouse kick, missing Cadance’s torso by mere centimeters. If anything was behind Cadance, Shining did not strike it.

The sudden loss of balance sent Shining to the ground. Undeterred, Shining performed a perfect split before rolling over his back, ending with him pushing himself from the ground with his hands but directing a powerful kick up Cadance’s back, again missing actual contact with her by mere centimeters. In the span of five seconds, three of his attacks had failed miserably. Shining was about to strike once again when he felt something shove him to the side, sending him to the ground.

“Shining!” The two women present cried out seeing the young man stumble to the side.

“I’m fine!” He shouted before doing a kick up, a moment later he was back on his feet. “Show yourself, coward!” He demanded, but only silence met him.

“N-no, stop this!” Cadance cried, her fear finally starting to get the best of her. Her panties were being pulled down alongside her stockings. “T-Twilight, Shining! Get out of here! Find some help!”

“I’m not leaving you!” Shining declared, prepping for another strike.

“Guys, there’s someone there!” Spike pointed with a paw as he snarled. “I can feel it. There’s someone behind Cadance doing all this!”

“I didn’t hit anyone! Twice!” Shining countered.

“Wait… maybe whoever is doing this has Equestrian Magic,” Twilight closed her eyes and within moments she transformed into her Crystal Guardian form. “Let my future sister-in-law go, NOW!” Twilight demanded raising a hand charged with magic at Cadance.

Her reply came in the form of Cadance being shoved at the couch and a pair of ethereal hands spreading her legs wide open, taunting her.

“Twilight. Twilight! Please, do something!” Cadance pleaded, understanding what her attacker planned to do.

“I warned you!” Twilight glared at empty air before she clenched her hand into a fist. Instead of shooting a beam of magic, an expanding wave of energy surged forward washing the entire room.

For a second, it seemed to have worked. Sadly, a moment later an ethereal mouth began to suck Cadance’s nipples, making the former Dean bite her lower lip in an effort to not moan out loud.

“T-that should’ve dispelled any Equestrian spell!” Twilight exclaimed, confused. A moment later she saw Cadance starting to move her limbs again, albeit in a limited fashion. “So it is Equestrian magic after all,” Twilight snarled, her eyes shining with raw power as she began hovering in the air.

“And how does that help us!?” Shining snapped breaking a small dining table with a punch.

“It means the list of suspects just got really small,” Twilight answered.

“L-Let go of me! S-Shining, whatever it is, it’s cold, like ice!” Cadance said gritting her teeth. “S-S-Shining, I’m scared, please, get help!”

“Shining, let’s go!” Spike ordered biting Shining’s pants, trying to drag him away. “I’m a small dog, I won’t be able to get them in time without your help!”

Shining snarled before he punched himself in the face, drawing out blood from his nose. He shook his head and glared daggers at whatever was on top of his girlfriend.

“Then let’s go, I’ll drive. You know where they live?”

Spike nodded. “Of course! Now let’s go!”

Shining got up and rushed to the door. Before opening it, he turned to face Twilight. “Twilight, we’ll be back as soon as we can! Do whatever you can to help Cadance in the meantime!”

“Got it! Now GO!” Twilight commanded as she charged another wave of cleansing energy.

With a final loud slam, the door was closed. A second later the roar of an engine was heard before the screeching cry of burning tires echoed throughout the neighborhood.

Twilight released her second wave of energy ending with the same results as the first one. Even if Cadance could move a little more, her attacker remained unaffected. The question was, who was the culprit? Who could be capable of doing something so deplorable and vile?

She was about to start charging a third wave when she felt something cold grab her heart for a split second. The next thing she knew was that she fell to her knees, unable to move more than a few inches at a time.

“W-What did you d-do?” Twilight managed to ask with difficulty.

“Don’t you dare lay a finger on her!” Cadance raged as she tried to move off the couch, but failed as she was pinned to it. “I swear to you, if you so much as touch a single of her hairs I’ll--Hhnnnnngggg!--” Her words died in her throat as an ethereal mouth began eating her out. That, combined with the damnable pleasurable coldness, almost sent her over the edge. “P-Pathetic! Compared to my Shining, you’re an amateur!”

If I can’t fight this bastard physically, I’ll fight him psychologically, Cadance thought. And it looked like it worked. After she said that, the assault upon her came to a screeching halt. “What’s the matter? Struck a nerve? You mustn’t have that much experience with women. Let me guess, are you a virgiiiAAAAYYHH!” Cadance screamed as an orgasm hit her like a truck. The sudden, unexpected intrusion of a cold object shoving itself deep inside her vagina was enough to demolish her last wall of defense. Despite being stretched so suddenly, though thankfully not as widely as Shining would, it didn’t hurt her at all. If anything, it felt absolutely amazing. The coldness sent waves of pleasure all over her body. A pleasure that she loathed.

But if suffering through such torment could buy her time until Shining and Spike returned to save Twilight and herself, then she was willing to embrace it.

“T-That feels incredibly good,” Cadance moaned. “H-Hey, if this is what you want… you can do it all you want with me. Just please… please leave Twilight alone.”

“N-No… Cadance… don’t do it,” Twilight said, tears flowing freely from her eyes, trying to channel magic to no avail. She was forced to watch whoever it was rape her beloved to-be sister-in-law.

Come one, Twilight, think! If he can use Equestrian Magic, then that means he’s from my school or from Crystal Prep. A native of Equestria, like the Dazzlings, is highly unlikely. Think, you idiot, what else do you know!? Well, he is a male, obviously. And that way he seemed to react over Cadance’s remark, he must be infatuated with her or she was spot on, which narrows it down to Crystal Prep, Twilight thought to herself, trying her best to drown out the cries of Cadance inside her head.

Half the students have a crush on Cadance, while the other half won’t admit it. But not all of them are virgins, many have girlfriends or some sort of sexual experience. Look for filters, Twilight, what are you looking for? Infatuated with Cadance, check. Little to no sexual experience, check. Has Equestrian magic, check. But something isn’t right. His kind of magic is different. He isn’t invisible, nor he is using an astral projection. Spike said he felt someone was here, present, in the flesh. So how by all that is good is he doing it!? Twilight closed her eyes as the wet, thrusting slaps increased in rhythm. Twilight’s eyes snapped open. No… not in the flesh. Spike said he felt someone’s presence. So, if he isn’t invisible nor he is in the flesh, then that means… we are dealing with a spirit. B-but who could it--

“Gyyyaaaahhhhh!” Cadance screamed as another orgasm struck her, droplets of her world-shattering climax landing all over the couch, the floor, and even on Twilight’s face.

Twilight stared, mouth agape and eyes wide, as the spirit pulled out of Cadance and began making his way towards her. She knew it so as he was deliberately dragging Cadance’s discarded panties along the way.

“I know who you are,” Twilight said fearfully. “Raymond.”

Twilight felt a pair of lips press against hers, and she cried. Please, hurry back Shining! Spike!

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“Enjoying the show?” A tall hooded figure asked.

“How could anyone enjoy this!?” A smaller hooded figure with a feminine voice replied using both hands to present the orb she was seeing. “Also, stop doing that! Ambushing an Agent is a crime!”

The tall figure shrugged. “A: I’m an Agent just like you, and B: I’m on your side,” he said before sitting on a free spot around the orb. “What’s your judgment on this one?”

“That... that psychotic brat is far too dangerous to keep alive! Look at what he did in less than a day!” The small figure said firmly.

“Again, you are letting your temper decide for you. The kid here has shown no latent potential for magical abuse. At least not to such a scale,” the tall figure explained.

“Are you serious right now!? Did you witness another timeline by mistake? That little devil not only figured out how to master his powers in no time, he took a swan dive off a slippery slope of corruption that takes other people years to achieve!”

“Which is a very good reason to avoid jumping into rushed conclusions, little one. This child is from another possibility. We already saw what he’d do in his original timeline.”

“Oh, like that’s so much better? Please, explain to me how it is any better!”

“He showed restraint and conviction to know what he did in his dream was wrong. No truly evil entity would ever feel empathy or concern for their crimes, real or imagined. This timeline,” he said pointing at the sphere. “Was a result of a fall to despair that could have easily been prevented.”

The small figure sighed trying to fight off her mounting stress. “That Raymond guy is still pretty damn sketchy, though.”

“Name a teenager who isn’t. Their minds are already a mishmash of hormones, fantasies, stress, and curiosity ready to pop like an overly inflated fart bubble. Mixing in a dash of trauma, like, say, attending their own funeral, may be a bit too much for their delicate psyches to handle, don’t you think?”

“I guess you are right. But did you seriously just construct an allegory using the words ‘fart bubble’?”

“It was supposed to be a joke, to break the ice.”

“First, that was an awful joke. Second, do not mention ice or anything cold around me for at least a few days,” the small figure shivered. “Your perspective makes sense, though. So what should we do? Make sure he stays alive and well?”

“Of course! Now we are in agreement. Not every problem can be solved by shouting ‘maim, purge, kill!’. Sometimes it takes a careful, delicate approach to avert them altogether. Remember, little one, there is a fine line separating IDP Agents from simple assassins.”

The small figure sighed again. “It would be too easy otherwise, wouldn’t it? So, do we file a report now?”

“Later. Let’s grab lunch first,” the taller figure snapped his fingers, reducing the sphere they were inspecting to ashes.

“That’s why I joined the Inter-Dimensional Police! For the sandwiches!” The smaller figure exclaimed, both sharing a laugh shortly after.

End.

Author's Note

Special thanks to anyone that read this!

Special thanks to Anonymous for proofreading!