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                       School Spirit                       
                       -by Ekhidna-                        
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School Spirit
School Spirit
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.
After a few minutes, he grew tired of thinking and his eyes traveled to Sour Sweet. Ray raised an eyebrow, surprised. It was the first time he paid any real attention to anyone’s outfit. Sour Sweet was wearing a thigh-high black dress that pressed firmly against her stockings. Her white shirt was mostly concealed by a formal black coat; though her usual ponytail remained the same. What really caught his attention was her cleavage. Out of the five active members of the Shadowbolts, Sour Sweet was without a doubt the one blessed with a bountiful bosom. The tight outfit she was wearing, while comfortable, gave a rather generous outline and view of her chest.
Ray stared at her breasts for a few moments until an idea popped into his head.
“You know, Sour Sweet, since I’m a spirit now, you wouldn’t mind if I do this, now would you?” Ray grinned as he reached a hand for her breasts. Alas, he phased through her body, to which he could only sigh. “Figures I wouldn’t be that lucky, even in death.” Ray pulled back and slumped down in defeat. “Wait a minute. I am a ghost now. Since I’m a ghost, then does that mean ghost rules apply to me now?” He pondered a moment before gazing at Sour’s chest again. “Think, Ray, think. How are ghosts supposed to work? What was that film’s name again? Ghost, the Shadow of Love or something?”
Raising his right hand again, Ray closed his eyes. “Feel all your emotions. Focus on your objective, your want… and then,” Ray chanted remembering the lines from said movie whilst moving his hand closer and closer to Sour’s chest. “Reach for it!”
A moment later Ray’s hand briefly made contact with Sour Sweet’s warm, soft skin. Ray watched, enthralled, as the teenage girl blushed and turned to face her left, embarrassed, only to find an empty seat before returning her attention back to Celestia. On the other hand, Ray felt giddy, excited, and powerful. His lips curled into a pervy, devilish smile.
“I am beginning to think I might grow to like this whole ‘being a spirit’ thing~!” Ray sing-sang before moving behind Sour Sweet. “Hey, Sour Sweet, wanna know a fun little secret? Remember all those times you Shadowbolts made fun of me and called me a Tit-Ogler? Whelp, it turns out you were right!” Ray admitted before he gently cupped the base of the girl’s breasts making her jump in her seat. “Ohhhhh~ So firm, so soft, and so heavy! What are these, D-cups? You must feel pretty damn proud of them!”
“Sour Sweet, you okay?” Suri Polomare asked sitting at her side.
“Y-Yeah, I just, uhhh, need to use the restroom for a moment,” Sour replied, blushing, preparing to stand up but a hand from Suri stopped her.
“We can’t move until the damn sermon is done. Surely you can wait?” Suri countered.
Ray smiled contentedly at how Sour Sweet sat down while he continued to cup and gently fondle her breasts from beneath her clothes. “You may be cute and all, but you aren’t my type, you know? Your attitude is kind of a boner-killer for me if you get my drift. Great pair of tits, though!” Ray chuckled right before a sudden doubt made him stop. “I wonder…” he mused as he leaned forward.
Ray whistled the moment his head phased through the coat and shirt Sour was wearing, but no further. It was a tight fit as he predicted but with her current position, Ray had just enough space for his eyes to see her back, and more specifically, what crossed side to side.
“Light green? I always thought you were more of a white or pink wearing kind of girl, Sour. But hey, I won’t complain, that bra is still cute,” Ray pulled back and stood up proudly. Looking at his left, he saw a row filled with girls from Canterlot High. Mainly its most famous students. His gaze landed on Pinkie Pie, Fluttershy, and Sunset Shimmer; three of the most well-developed girls in that entire school by far.
Ray contemplated his options for a second before shrugging. “Whelp, I’m cold dead already, so I won’t get in trouble if I have some fun at my own funeral,” Ray stretched his arms finding no real fatigue nor any popping joint as he did so. “Damn, that’s going to take some time to get used to.”
Taking a deep breath, he walked over to the three unassuming girls passing through any object or person in his way. When he reached them, at first he reached an arm to them but halted midway. He smiled playfully as he moved in front of Sunset Shimmer and then leaned down; his face phasing through her clothes. A moment later he pulled back and moved in front of Fluttershy repeating the same motion. When he was done, he did the same with Pinkie Pie.
“So Sunset likes white underwear, Fluttershy likes it red, and Pinkie, shockers, in pink,” Ray sighed happily like a kid who had done something naughty and gotten away with it. “Now then!” He said, kneeling. Then he placed his hands at the side of Pinkie’s breasts and pressed. Pinkie Pie giggled, squirming a little in her seat.
“By God’s grace, she has huge tits. I thought Sour’s were big, but damn, Pinkie must be an F-cup at the very least. Now I know where all those sweets she eats go to,” Ray commented as he traced his hands over Pinkie’s breasts, stopping briefly to gently pinch her nipples. The party-loving girl giggled again, blushing, but a stern look from Applejack made her stop and straighten up. Having had enough, Ray squatted over to Fluttershy.
With his hands hovering before the front of her rather large, concealed breasts, Ray lunged for his target. Fluttershy tensed up immediately at his immaterial touch, but didn’t squirm away. Ray sighed in satisfaction. “Oh man, how many nights did I dream of touching these big milk juggers. Damn, hers must be as big if not bigger than Pinkie’s,” Ray commented whilst squeezing and softly lifting Shy’s breasts; enjoying her living warmth and the incredible softness of her chest.
Having had his fill, he then moved behind Sunset Shimmer. Unlike the other girls, Sunset was known for her slightly rebellious nature, so it didn’t really surprise him to see her shirt had its top two buttons undone. He hadn’t noticed them before due to his previous angle, but from behind her Ray was able to see a small bit of cleavage. Reaching down with his hands, Ray took a firm yet gentle grasp of Sunset’s breasts. The twin-colored hair girl jumped in her seat attracting a few glances, though in a cunning moment fitting of her reputation she excused herself silently signaling she had a cramping leg.
“I can’t believe I’m touching the tits of one of Canterlot High’s idols like this. Ohhh, they feel as soft as I imagined, it’s like touching cotton candy. I think your breasts are a bit smaller than Pinkie’s, Sunset,” he said to her ear while he cupped her twin mounds and played with her nipples a little. “But that’s okay. You have a killer set as they are!” Ray laughed as he released his grasp.
Stepping back, Ray felt quite giddy and playful. Though it looked like Celestia’s sermon was coming to a close, he figured he still had enough time to have some more innocent fun. So, again he reached down to Sunset’s lightly exposed cleavage and ran a finger over her skin. For the first time ever, Ray watched the faint trace of his fingertip appear against Sunset’s softness.
With his free hand, he reached for her back. Phasing through her clothes, Ray reached his target. A moment later a barely audible popping sound reached Sunset’s ears before she felt her bra snap apart. Ray smiled seeing the girl blush intensely. Despite that, Sunset didn’t excuse herself. Nor did Fluttershy when he ever so slowly both unhooked her bra and unzipped her dress down to her waist.
Pinkie Pie, surprisingly, covered her breasts with an arm when he unclasped her bra. She tried to stand up but Ray’s ghostly touch pulling down her panties prevented her from doing so. Smiling widely, Ray leaped towards Sour Sweet again. Feeling especially vindictive and naughty, Ray unhooked her bra and pulled the front side down freeing her breasts. Not content with that, Ray then unzipped her dress to prevent her from standing up abruptly.
With a face red as a tomato, Sour Sweet could only sit there, confused and creeped out about what had just happened.
“I am really, really going to enjoy being a ghost! Who knew they could have so much fun? Maybe that’s why they haunt houses and stuff?” While Ray pondered on that subject, Principal Celestia stepped down from the podium giving way to Dean Cadance for the final, parting words.
Ray stood there, frozen in place bewitched by Cadance’s beauty and natural charm. If he didn’t know better, he’d call her a sort of Love Goddess. And whilst the very notion was silly, who could blame him for thinking such thoughts?
If Sunset Shimmer was an idol of Canterlot High, Principal Celestia a buxom cougar, and the recently transferred Twilight Sparkle a sexy underlying beauty, then Dean Cadance was all of that rolled up into a single woman. Unlike that old hag, manipulative bitch Ex-Principal Cinch, Dean Cadance was lovely, honest, and compassionate; basically the role model Crystal Prep never knew it needed.
Not to mention her near swimsuit-model-like figure. If there was a better word to describe Dean Cadance figure other than voluptuous, then Ray was ignorant of it. She was simply put the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen.
So it really wasn’t a surprise that many a male student were head over heels for such a paragon of beauty, Ray included. Even without a beating heart, Ray still felt butterflies in his stomach and a fierce blush manifest on his face.
He was sprung out of his rapture when everyone present rose almost at the same time from their seats. So enthralled he had been admiring the muse of his cringeworthy poems and lewdest fantasies, he never heard a word that came from her luscious lips formed with her silky voice.
And she was walking in his direction.
Ray shook his head and slapped himself twice. “Okay, Ray, hold it together. This is your one chance to get close to Dean Cadance. Come on, you pussy, you’re a freaking ghost now!” After his little speech, Ray spread his arms wide ready to give his beloved Dean a less than platonic, slightly grope-y hug.
Less than two meters apart, Ray froze again when he saw Shining Armor walk past him and hug Cadance tightly. He watched how the two hugged and gently caressed the other in a most warm, comforting, loving embrace. Ray approached the couple when Twilight Sparkle walked up to them putting a hand on Cadance’s shoulder.
“I can’t believe one of my students died like that,” Cadance whispered.
“Ray was a good student, but accidents happen, Cadance,” Shining comforted further.
“I know,” Cadance sniffed. “But… he had a whole life ahead of him, and now he’s dead.”
“Maybe he’s in a better place, Cadance,” Twilight offered. “It wasn’t yours or anyone’s fault. It was just an accident, sad as it may be.”
“Come, love, we did all we could. We still have to catch tonight’s dinner,” Shining Armor said ending the hug.
“You’re right. I can’t change what happened but I can take Ray’s memory and learn from it. Maybe that way I can help the rest of my students,” Cadance said firmly.
“That’s the Cadance I know,” Twilight giggled.
“You said it, Twi! Now can we go? I am staaaaarving,” Spike said making the three humans laugh softly.
Ray stood there, watching them go along with everyone else leaving behind only his family. He looked back at them thanking Principal Celestia for her words, then he turned to see Cadance leave hand-in-hand with Shining Armor. Traitorously slow, Ray felt his incorporeal heart shatter and break. As he began to shoot daggers at Shining Armor’s back, his mounting desire to push the unsuspecting man into oncoming traffic festering inside him.
It would be so easy, no one would ever know, Ray thought taking a step forward.
Suddenly, Ray shook his head. His rage, jealousy, and hate faded to almost nothing.
“No… no. I’m not a murderer. Besides, what chance could I have possibly stand against that pretty square-faced boy in the first place? And now that I’m a ghost, I can’t even tell Dean Cadance how I feel about her. Man, and here I thought being a ghost was going to be the shit,” Ray sighed watching the trio leave the room. “But I can show her… I can show her, even if she doesn’t know I’m the one doing it, that I am much better than Shining Armor in one aspect. What could that goody-two-shoes even know about pleasing a girl? Shining Armor is too much of a gentleman to even study that! But I did! I can show Dean Cadance I could’ve been her ideal lover,” Ray said to himself, resolute.
With that said, he proceeded to follow them.
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Ray followed the trio all the way to the Sparkle Household. Being so close to Crystal Prep Academy was a bonus to all of them, and soon the three of them had made themselves feel at home. Twilight had taken off her coat, Shining removed his coat and vest, but Cadance remained fully clothed though visibly more relaxed.
“I’ll get the food, why don’t you two lovebirds go sit on the couch while I’m gone?” Twilight said before putting on an apron.
“Will do. Thanks, Twily,” Shining Armor replied taking up the offer. “Come sit next to me, babe?” Cadance replied with a nod.
Ray also took the invitation sitting next to Cadance after she sat next to Shining Armor, cuddling up to the alabaster pretty boy. It didn’t take long for Shining Armor to turn on the television and change the channel to a movie. He idly lowered the volume just enough to prevent it from being too distracting from their cuddling session.
“Look at him, he doesn’t even take that open invitation,” Ray scoffed watching how Cadance nuzzled his shoulder and placed a hand on his thigh. “Well, if he isn’t going to take it, then I will~” Ray sang while reaching a hand to Cadance. With a first tentative move, Ray pressed a single finger slowly across Cadance’s left arm.
Cadance jerked still turning her head to her left side, unknowingly looking directly at Ray’s eyes.
“What’s wrong, babe?” Shining asked noticing his girlfriend’s abrupt reaction.
“N-Nothing… I think I’m a bit jumpy after the ceremony,” Cadance replied.
“Hmph,” Ray snorted before pressing his whole hand oh her thigh, squeezing it gently. “Sweet merciful Buddha, her skin is so damn soft it’s like I’m squeezing marshmallows,” Ray said in a blissful tone as he softly, lovingly caressed and squeezed her velvety skin. Any sign of his actions was concealed under her dress.
Cadance shuddered but said nothing further, instead of scaring or worrying her boyfriend, she convinced herself it was merely her imagination playing tricks on her. So, she sat there cuddling up against Shining Armor.
“Wow, I thought for sure she would panic or say something, but she’s enduring it. All for the sake of Shining Armor. Dammit! Dean Cadance truly is the perfect woman,” Ray said as he touched, prodded, caressed, fondled, skimmed, and brushed as much of his dear, beautiful Dean as he could.
His arms traveled all across her thighs, her stomach, her back, her waist, neck, cheeks, bottom, and especially her generous bosom. While it wasn’t as big as some of his fellow students, namely Fluttershy and Pinkie Pie, Ray deduced Cadance’s chest size sat on just the DD-cup range.
Ray couldn’t stop moaning, his breathing hitched from the wondrous feeling of fondling and playing with the breasts of his crush, but also from the excitement of doing so right next to her boyfriend with him being none the wiser. A key difference he noticed was that in comparison to Sunset Shimmer, whose soft breasts felt to him like cotton candy, Cadance’s softness was like holding clouds.
His digits dug into her supple flesh with ease, her warmth was nearly overpowering, and her fast heartbeat resonated through his entire immaterial body. Above all, however, were her reactions to his carings. Her desperate attempts to suppress her little moans sounded to Ray like a choir of angels.
He was about to unclasp her bra when a voice called.
“Dinner’s ready!” Twilight called from the other room. “I already set everything up!”
“Finally! I was starting to consider eating one of my legs,” Spike protested getting up from his doggy-couch.
“Let’s go, babe, time for dinner. After all, we have to celebrate-- Baby, Cadance, are you sure you’re okay?”
“I--I, yes. I’m fine, I’m just a little stressed, I guess,” Cadance said accepting a hand from Shining Armor.
“Oh, baby, don’t think like that,” Shining Armor said helping Cadance up. He then drew her into a hug and kissed her briefly on the cheek. “The new Principal of Crystal Prep can’t be stressed before her first day of work, now can she?”
Cadance stared blankly into his eyes for several moments, then she blinked.
“P-Principal? Me?” She asked, baffled.
“Surprise!” Twilight cheered, conjuring a short-lived light show with some of her Equestrian magic.
“Congratulations, babe. The board voted on it, and came to a decision this morning. They only told me because they didn’t want to interrupt… you know,” Shining kissed his lover again. “No one deserves that promotion more than you.”
“Of course no one deserves it more than her, you idiot!” Ray yelled back barely resisting the urge to slap Shining upside the head. “After that fiasco Cinch caused, no duh Dean Cadance was the only logical option to take the role of Principal!” Ray crossed his arms disapprovingly at Shining Armor. When Twilight approached to join in their celebratory hug, an idea popped into Ray’s mind. An awful idea.
A wonderful, awful idea.
Moving closer to the group, Ray walked casually around them until he spotted his target. With the precision of a surgeon, Ray struck swiftly and firmly.
“Gahhh!” Yelped Twilight, jumping away from the couple. “S-Shiney, did you… did you just grab my butt!?” She asked covering her assaulted rear.
“HAHAHAHA!” Ray laughed vigorously seeing the already pale face of the pretty boy blanch more than he thought possible.
“W-Wait, Twily, I didn’t do anything of the sort, I swear!” Shining explained, near panicking. “Do I look like the kind of guy who’d molest his own little sister?”
“N-no, I know you aren’t like that. But then, who else could’ve touched my butt? Cadance’s hands are too small and the hand I felt belonged to a boy! Of that I’m sure,” Twilight protested. In a further attempt to prove his innocence, Shining let go of Cadance and fell on his knees before his sister.
“Please, Twily, I swear I didn’t do it!” Shining begged.
“Shining is right, Twilight. I don’t think he did it. Shining is a proper gentleman. He’d rather cut off his hand first,” Cadance interjected in defense of her boyfriend. “I think… I think we may not be alone here.”
“Cadance…” Twilight said, her voice hushed and shaky but loud enough for Cadance to hear. “Y-Your dress,” the lavender-colored girl said pointing at the said object.
Cadance took notice and looked down at her dress in time to see its last segment unbuckle, freeing her dress to the floor. With a shriek of surprise, Cadance tried to hide her now exposed blue frilly panties but as soon as she moved, she felt her bra being snapped apart.
Ray pressed his incorporeal chest against the back of his lovely crush before his hands groped her breasts completely under her shirt. “Fucking amazing,” he cursed in a perverted yet fulfilled tone. “Your breasts are the real deal, Dean, oh, sorry, excuse me. Principal Cadance,” Ray chuckled. “So soft, so light but with a firmness that makes me feel as if my fingers are going to get swallowed inside your milkers!” Ray stopped for a moment to enjoy the shocked, disbelieving faces of the two siblings.
“But I think these are in the way,” Ray then proceeded to remove her coat and shirt giving precisely zero fucks about pretense or subtly. He tossed them aside before doing the same with her matching blue bra. Her little moans and cries of surprise and confusion only added further fuel to the bonfire of his wanton lust. “Ah~ Much better, don’t you think?” Ray smiled. “Let’s see if we can improve it!”
Ray wrapped his arms around Cadance’s belly, gently pushing her to the sidewall. He then phased through the wall and Cadance herself before taking a firm hold of her shoulders.
Gazing into her beautiful violet eyes, Ray blushed. There was no denying Cadance was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. And here he was, a ghost, sure, but his love, his secret crush was pinned between him and a wall. Helpless, trembling, and mumbling incoherently for words that did not come. Ray inspected her face thoroughly, memorizing every detail of her beauty until his eyes landed on her lush, plump, wet lips.
Ray licked his lips. “I’ve always dreamt about doing this… heh… I’m trembling right now?” He chuckled nervously. “Man… now that I think about it… I died not only a virgin but also without ever kissing a girl for real,” Ray shook his head. “S-Sorry if I’m not a very good kisser, Principal Cadance.”
With that said, Ray closed the distance between their lips. His ethereal lips clashed against her warm, soft, very much alive lips. To his surprise, Cadance thrashed against the sudden kiss for a moment before she let up, slowly returning the novice attempt. Ray pulled back a few seconds later mildly disappointed that he could not capture any of her saliva. Gain he pushed for another kiss, this time being more forceful this time using his tongue as well.
The siblings, however, remained still, frozen in place. All their brains could process was that they were seeing Cadance being assaulted by something that was currently kissing her; they could clearly see her tongue dance around her own mouth while she moaned and cried.
Ray pulled back, his dream fulfilled but nowhere near satisfied. He then kissed, licked, and nipped at Cadance’s neck, shoulders, and chin repeatedly for almost two minutes. “Damn it. You must taste amazing, Principal Cadance,” he said before burying his face in the valley of her breasts. “But you smell as good as ever,” he said taking a deep whiff.
He kissed her a few times before pulling back and focusing on her now erect, rosy nipples. Ray gave her right nipple a playful kiss causing Cadance to squirm before he captured it entirely inside his mouth. The teenage ghost suckled, licked, and tenderly bit his delicious morsel for long moments. Then, he let it go only to repeat the same affectionate display with the twin mound.
Feeling adventurous, Ray pulled back an arm, guiding it down her body; giving her left breast a good squeeze for good measure, until he reached the last piece of clothing, excluding her stockings, that was left on Cadance’s persona. Ray snatched the border of her panties and then began to slowly pull them down. Once they were at her mid-thigh, he let them go and they fell to the ground with the aid of gravity.
For a moment Ray pulled back to admire the naked goddess in front of him.
“Perfect…” Ray whispered as he unbuckled his pants revealing his painfully hard erection. “Gorgeous in every way…,” Ray said unable to resist the urge of pressing himself against her form. The boy moaned loudly feeling the soon-to-be Principal’s breasts smashed against his chest. His arms traveled up and down the sides of her near-perfect hourglass figure for some moments before he hugged her closed, leading her to the couch.
With an adorable yelp, Cadance fell on the couch, legs spread apart to reveal a shaved nether region and her sopping wet pussy. Ray fell upon Cadance but a second later; his cock in one hand and the other making sure to keep one of her legs spread apart. He kissed her again before guiding the tip of his cock to her entrance.
“Gahhhh!” Cadance moaned loudly, hands tightly gripping the fabric of the couch.
“Holyfuckingshit!” Ray couldn’t help but moan/curse as his entire cock slipped right into her impossibly warm, tight pussy until their hips met in a moist slap. “Damn, this feels way better than I thought it would!” Ray said, his whole body trembling. “I-I can’t, hnnggg!” Ray groaned deeply as his hips began to move on their own.
His pace was unsteady, unrefined, and lacking control. Yet to him, it felt like he was in heaven. Ray could barely think coherently with how clouded his mind was from the pleasure and elation he felt. Elation because his deepest dream had come true. Pleasure because, not only did it feel amazing, but also for having given his virginity to Cadance AND doing so in front of her so-called boyfriend.
“I bet he’s p-pretty dull in b-bed, isn’t he, Cadance?” Ray moaned before licking her exposed neck while she cried and moaned, her breathing hitched and uneven. “A-And I bet his junk isn’t as big as mine!” Ray mocked increasing his pace. “S-Shit, I’m getting close!” Ray closed his eyes, embracing Cadance tightly as he went into overdrive with the sole desire to breed his crush.
It took only half a minute more until Ray hilted himself as deep as he could inside Cadance’s divine cunt. His throbbing cock spurt wave after wave of ethereal essence inside a receptive, fertile womb until it was utterly spent. Ray’s breathing was irregular, same as Cadance’s, but him being a ghost meant he recovered fairly quickly.
Pulling back from his pink-skinned lover, Ray admired his handiwork in the form of a well-fucked pussy and a heavy breathing Principal. Apparently, he had managed to make her cum, too.
“Well, well, well. Even as a spirit it seems I am a better man than you, Shining Armor. Just like I expected,” Ray turned to face said man with a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. His grin banished a second after he did. “Hey, are you two okay?” Ray asked waving a hand in front of the two petrified siblings; their faces were frozen in an expression of shock.
Ray looked at them for long moments before a realization struck him.
“Now that I think about… neither said or did anything the whole time…,” Ray looked around the room to find Spike endlessly eating on a bowl in the corner. Another chill ran down his spine and he frowned. “...H-How did I die again? I can’t recall...” he stopped his musings when he saw the eyes of the Sparkle siblings turn white. “What the fu--?”
“Ray?”
Ray turned, pale as a ghost, towards the owner of the voice that had called his name. He found Cadance, still lying on the couch, looking straight at him with a concerned expression.
“P-Principal Cadance, I… I uhhh…”
“Ray? Hello, Ray?” Cadance called again.
“...Principal Cadance?”
“Ray? Ray? Ray! Raymond!” Cadance called louder, her voice echoing around the entire house.
Ray had no time to reply as his entire vision suddenly turned white.
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Ray opened his eyes, his vision blurry. “W-Wuh?”
“Raymond, wake up!” Cadance called softly shaking the boy resting on his desk.
“P-Principal Cadance?” Raymond shook his head. “W-Where am I?”
“Finally,” Cadance breathed out, relieved. “Honestly, Ray, have you forgotten that quickly that you’re in detention?”
Ray blinked. “Detention?” He looked around to find that he was, indeed, in the familiar classroom. “Oh… OH! Oh God, I’m alive!” Ray touched his face, then his chest, then he grabbed Cadance’s face. “I’m alive!”
Cadance giggled gently pulling away Ray’s hands. “Very, I’m happy to say!” She replied with good humor rising to her feet again. “You looked like you were having a nightmare, Ray.”
“...You could say that… in a way… he, he, he,” Ray said scratching the back of his head. “Thanks for waking me up, Principal Cadance.”
“You should try going to sleep earlier, Ray. You can’t keep falling asleep during classes,” Cadance said crossing her arms. “Or in my detention hour for that matter.”
“S-Sorry, Principal Cadance, I’ll try my best,” Ray apologized.
“I’m not mad at you, Ray,” she leaned down, smiling. “You’re a great student. And I know how much work you put into your studies. Homework surely doesn’t do you any favors, especially during this time,” Cadance said patting his head. “You’re not the only one having sleeping problems, but yours is a special case. That’s why I let you catch up a few winks every now and then,” she ended with a playful wink.
Ray blushed but said nothing. Not that there was anything he could really say. Plus, the current view of his lovely Principal’s cleavage was a sight he would not dare miss out on.
“Now then,” Cadance said a moment after, pulling back. “Detention is over, young man, go home and I want you in bed by eleven. Tell you what, if you ever feel tired you can catch some shuteye in my office after school.”
“Yes, ma’am! Thank you, Principal Cadance!” Ray blurted out as he stood up. Picking up his stuff, he bowed his head to Cadance before leaving the room and soon thereafter the school grounds.
Once he was alone and on his way home, Ray shuddered.
“That was one seriously fucked up dream. It was already dark from the get-go, but that rapey part? By God, that shit was messed up,” Ray shook his head in disgust. “I mean, fantasies are cool and all, but that felt waaaaay too real for a second there. I would never do that in real life… much less to Principal Cadance,” Ray sighed… then smiled. “Well, at least I know what I’m going to do tonight before falling asleep~” He sang in a knowing, perverted tone.
End.
Author's Note
Special thanks to anyone that read this!
Special thanks to Anonymous for proofreading!

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                   School Spirit Darker                    
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School Spirit Darker
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?”
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“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!