Untouched Dreams
“Spike, can you move that pile over there and organize it, please?”
The aforementioned dragon sighed. “Twilight, are you sure we have to do this right now?” He called loudly so that the alicorn could hear him from the other side of the library as he carried half a ton of nothing but books. She was hard at work, using her magic to search through books and seemingly giving them nothing more than a passing glance before structuring them in whatever crazy system she’d come up with to organize her vast, ample collection.
“Starlight is out of town with Trixie and Sunburst on that magic show tour. I know it’s late, Spike, but we haven’t organized the library in so long!” She exclaimed happily. “Besides, when was the last time we just did chores and had fun?”
“I wouldn’t equate doing chores with fun, Purple Smart,” he deadpanned. Then, he sighed and smiled at her after dropping his cargo. “Buuuuut it has been a while since it has been just ‘us’. I love Starlight to bits, but I sometimes miss the old days, ya know?” He blinked when she teleported in front of him before he could react, and found his face pressed against the sizable bust of his best friend. Hardly a new thing for him since she was overly affectionate and touchy-feely.
“You nostalgic lug!” She cried, hugging tighter for a few seconds before releasing her grip. “But it’s hard not to be after everything that’s happened, eh?”
He smiled. “Yup! But now here we are! Sorry if I was being too much of a softie. You know how emotional I can be,” he pulled back, turning around quickly to resume his chores. “Now, how about we finish up and head to sleep? If we get it done tonight, then we can do whatever we want tomorrow!”
“No school tomorrow. The girls are busy doing their own stuff. Complete freedom,” Twilight finished with a dreamy sigh.
“You know what that means?” He raised an eyebrow. “Snacks, hamburgers, cocoa, and all the fatty food we want for...!”
“Movie niiiiight!” The two chanted at the same time as they high-fived. They shared a good, hearty laugh before Twilight spoke up again.
“Hey, Spike? I don’t tell you this often, but I’m glad you’re with me. I don’t know what I would do without you,” said the lavender Princess before leaning and kissing his cheek mere millimeters from the edge of his mouth. “Now, let’s finish this up!” And with that, she teleported back to her previous spot.
Spike, for his part, stood there for a few seconds staring at her. Then, he shook his head and returned to his chores. He was almost done and Twilight always did enjoy the most tedious part. All he had to do now was check the books for damage. A task made more difficult as the blood of his system had moved to his groin.
Try as he might, he couldn’t not see Twilight as the sexy mare she had been slowly transforming into ever since her ascension to alicornhood. Before that, she was squarely a nerdy, awkward cute mare, but now she was completely different appearance-wise. Her body was toned with powerful Earth Pony qualities, burning body fat and giving her a curvy figure that not many knew about due to her tendency to dress in loose clothing.
But he knew. He saw. And he hated himself for it to an extent. Thinking about the one mare that was the closest thing he had to a sister in a sexual manner felt wrong, but he couldn’t help himself. In fact, he found himself in odd situations with her more often than not. And not just her, but with all of their friends. It had gotten to a point where they simply no longer saw him as a male but simply as Spike. Going around in their panties when staying for sleepovers, changing clothes in front of him, and even inviting him to the spa or to take a bath with them.
He felt bad for thinking about them, and especially Twilight, in that way, but he couldn’t help it. Not when they were all so beautiful, caring, and great. He could stand at their side, but never reach and touch out of fear of losing them.
Am I blessed or am I cursed? He asked himself as he grabbed a chained book. “Huh?” Squinting his eyes at the book, he saw the cover was locked and that some words were inscribed across the lock. “Desires and Delusions join to form two sides of the same coin. Release the lock and free your soul, but be prepared to pay its toll. Did Zecora write this?” He muttered. He then tried to force open the lock, but found it was magically enchanted. A snort of green fire at one claw left it shimmering with energy. After his molt, he went through a series of changes and now he stood with a body that matched his age and mind… and a few extra abilities. Being the only dragon capable of using magic was one of such abilities.
A click and a twist of his claw opened the lock.
Spike shuddered as a chill coursed through his entire body for the better part of three seconds before subsiding. Shrugging, he opened the book to find its pages blank. “Hey, Twilight, you might wanna see this!”
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He had been trapped for so long inside that wretched book he had forgotten what freedom was. The dragon who had released him from his prison didn’t know what he had done. Not that it mattered. The pact had been made and he would honor it, if nothing else because he felt a sense of camaraderie. He wondered why nobody could see through such feelings when they were clear as water.
It didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered was upholding his end of the pact. He wouldn’t do the work for him, but a push in the right direction was all that was needed. After that, freedom. So now, he waited for them to finish whatever they were doing.
For a being trapped for centuries,a few hours was a pittance.
He didn’t have to wait for long, thankfully. He was impressed. Their teamwork was the best he’d ever seen. They said pointless things, dancing around each other, and then moved to prepare for sleep. He waited until they parted. He waited until the dragon fell asleep. A touch on the head was enough to grant his blessing for the night.
Now it was time to fulfill the pact, uninterrupted.
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Spike opened his eyes and found himself in the middle of the Everfree Forest. “How did I get here?” He asked himself out loud. Looking around, he quickly found himself wearing some armor, a magic sword, and a cape. He looked like the knight he always envisioned himself as. “W-What?” He muttered. “Focus, Spike. What’s the last thing you remember doing? Hmmm, books, chores, the castle… reshuffling day!” He sighed happily. “This is a dream, then? Woah, I think it’s the first time I’ve ever known I was in a dream before waking up from it!”
A familiar voice cried out in terror.
“Fluttershy!?” Spike called, all thoughts about his current situation leaving his mind upon hearing the panicked voice of his friend nearby. Dream or not, he’d never abandon his loved ones. He rushed through the canopy of the forest until he reached a familiar cottage. He didn’t need to search for long to find a translucent being pinning Fluttershy to the ground.
Surging forward with a roar, he coated his sword in green fire and then slashed at the entity.
The ghost let out a wail of pain before escaping into the forest.
“You alright, Shy?” He turned to her only to find her dress had been torn apart, leaving her only in her panties. He quickly deduced that the ghost had been having his fun with her thanks to her erect nipples and moist crotch. Looking closer, however, he could see the disembodied hands of the ghost were groping her breasts. “Oh…”
“S-Spike! Help, please! I-I can feel it grabbing my b-b-b-breasts!” She cried, embarrassed.
“Yeah… I can see that,” he gulped. “Uhhmm, Shy? The ghost is already gone but his hands are, well, there,” he said, pointing at her breasts. “I can dispel them… manually.”
Fluttershy nodded desperately. “Yes! Yes! Do what you must!” She demanded while trembling like a leaf.
Spike knelt in between her legs and reached for her large, yellow breasts. “Since I can’t use my fire to take ‘em out quickly, this might take a while,” he warned. Fluttershy nodded in response. A moment later he replaced the ghost’s hands with his own. As he kneaded and gently squeezed, he asked. “How did this happen?”
“A-Angel said some animals were scared of something in the forest. I-I went to see and found the remains of an explorer… I-I thought about giving him a proper burial… but when --aaahhh!-- when I returned home, s-something attacked me!” her eyes filled with tears. “If you hadn’t shown up…”
Spike nodded in understanding, fruitlessly trying to fight against his arousal. Damn, I know this is a dream, but how I wish this was real! He thought. After a solid minute of groping, and maybe two or three unnecessary squeezes and pinches, the ghost hands were dispelled.
“Thank you, Spike!” Fluttershy cried before grabbing his head and kissing him on the lips. After a few seconds, they pulled apart. Just in time, too, as Spike’s body was enveloped by a sheet of green fire and then he was gone.
He reappeared at Rarity’s house only to find her completely naked as another ghost was clearly fingering her pussy while sucking on her tits. She was biting her lip, trying not to yell. When he appeared, her eyes filled with hope.
“Spike!”
That cry was all he needed to move in a swing his fiery sword. Again, the ghost cried out in pain, dissipating into the ether. “Rarity, are you alright? What in Equestria happened?” Like it had happened with Fluttershy, he could see disembodied lips and hands latched to her breasts and pussy. “You can feel it, can’t you?”
“It is just dreadful, Spikey-Wikey! Dreadful!” She exclaimed dramatically. “One moment I’m opening a package of antique designs, and the next thing I know, some unseen beast-” she chastised with a hiss. “-assaulted me!” She suppressed a moan as Spike groped her breast, pussy, and his mouth captured her other nipple. “SPIKE!?”
“There are remnants of the ghost attached to you. I can dispel them but I have to do it manually,” he quickly explained. “The same happened to Fluttershy.”
Content with that answer, Rarity limited herself to moan and quiver as Spike did his work. “Spikey? I-Inside,” she said. Spike replied by sinking two fingers into her pussy. After a minute, he pulled back. Rarity got to her feet before kissing her savior deeply. She didn’t need to know he had finished in half the time, right?
Pulling back, Spike was once again enveloped by his fire before he vanished; reappearing in the Crusaders’ clubhouse. The sight he was greeted to was surprising. The three Crusaders were being assaulted, seemingly, by the same entity. Apple Bloom was pinned down while the ghost groped her breasts. Scootaloo was having her pussy and ass fingered. And Sweetie Belle was being kissed and fingered at the same time.
Spike charged without a doubt, slicing at the ghost with lightning-fast strikes. The three entities wailed in unison, joining into a single being that was then sucked into an ominous-looking pendant.
“Spike?”
“Why are you here?”
“Mmfffm?”
“I guess this means ‘Ghostbusting’ Cutie Mark trials are a no go, right?”
“Yeah. Maybe detective work would be better?”
“Mffmf mmmhhh!”
Spike sighed. Even after being assaulted, they were back into discussing Cutie Mark trials. And, of course, they got themselves into a messy deal for it. He moved to Scootaloo first, wordlessly grabbing her and shoving two fingers inside her holes. The other two looked at his sudden action while Scootaloo moaned. After that, he moved to Apple Bloom, groping her tits tightly and squeezing them roughly. Having his fill with them, he moved to Sweetie Belle.
He kissed her deeply and found her pussy to finger-fuck. As he was about to pull out, Sweetie Belle pulled him into a second kiss for a few seconds. Not to be left out, Scootaloo and Apple Bloom pressing themselves to his sides before kissing his cheeks. Then, the three of them pulled back and huddled to continue their discussion.
“Just… stay away from paranormal stuff, okay?” He asked before he vanished. The next moment he found himself in Pinkie’s party cave. She was moaning loudly as she laid on a table while a ghost was in between her legs, eating her out while his hands were groping her heavy tits.
Pulling out his sword, he impaled the ghost making it scream before it deflated like a balloon. “What the--?”
“Omygosh, Spike! Did you see that? Did you see it? Something was grabbing me, probably a ghost! It was squeezing my boobies!” She called from her resting spot, squeezing her breasts together. “And it was eating my pussy, too! Eh, he was good, solid B! But I’ve had better. Cheese Sandwich can do craaaaaazy things with his tongue!”
“Too much information, Pinkie!” For a moment he considered leaving her like that, since she didn’t look scared. “Hey, I can see the remnants of the ghost still grabbing your breasts and tonguing your crotch. Want me to help you out?”
“Pretty please! It feels funny, but I like warm things more than cold!” She replied while Spike got to work, assuming the same position the ghost had. “You know you can dispel it just by touching me, right? You don’t need to use your mouuuuuth~”
Spike blushed and his cock throbbed madly. “I-It’ll be faster this way!” Before starting, he asked. “Say, what the hay happened? And how did you know it was a ghost?”
“Wahahahaa! Nice tongue-play!” She called. “I think it had to do with a gift package I received this morning. It came from another party pony who wanted me to have it! Buuuut I guess he just wanted me, hihihi!” She moaned loudly. “Y-You’re really good at this, Spikey~ Oh! I knew he was a ghost because I’ve played the ouija board with my sisters. Spookies kinda have the hots for us, for some reason.”
Spike paid her little mind as he ate her out and squeezed her tits a bit harder than necessary and for a bit longer than needed to dispel the ghostly remains. Having done his part, he stood back up licking his lips. As he was enveloped once more by fire, he saw Pinkie waving at him.
He reappeared in the middle of the Apple Family Orchards to find Applejack, naked, pressed against one of her trees while a spirit was behind her, his hands busy groping her breasts while grinding his cock across the canyon of her buttocks. Applejack was groaning and trying to fight back, but she was powerless against the entity.
Spike roared in rage. The entity ignored him, but Applejack looked at him with pleading eyes. He rushed forward, fiery sword at the ready, and swung it against the incorporeal body of the spirit. It wailed before dissipating into thin air. While Applejack slumped against the tree she had been forced against, he approached her. “You okay, Applejack?”
“Thanks to you Ah am, Spike. Darn vermin!” She stomped on the ground, crushing a ring with a ruby in the shape of a strawberry under her boot. “Here Ah thought Ah found somethin’ good of plunder. Next thing Ah know? Damn invisible good for nothin’ varmint attacks me!” She shuddered. “Ah can still feel that unearthly touch on my skin!” She looked back at Spike. “Care to help me out, partner?”
“Sure thing,” he nodded, trying to not sound too eager at the prospect of touching the thick and powerful body of Applejack. Positioning himself behind her, he grabbed her breasts, groping them firmly and squeezing her soft mammaries. Below, he brought up his tail in between her asscheeks.
“You’re quite warm, Spike,” she moaned. “Feels mighty good.”
“Dragon. Our bodies are always hot,” he explained as he got to work. He spent the best part of two minutes making sure the ghost’s remnants were purged… and just a tad more just to make absolutely sure. Feeling satisfied with his work, he moved back. He only took two steps back when Applejack turned around to grab him by the cheeks and kiss him deeply.
“Thank you, lover boy,” she said with a smile as she let him go.
Spike smiled dumbly at the same time the green fire consumed him once again. Once the fire died down, he could see Celestia and Luna with their dresses, surprisingly, not ripped or torn, but rather removed and set aside. The one on Celestia had her pressed against her bed whilst groping her impressive breasts, all while he kissed her neck. Meanwhile, Luna laid face down against the soft carpet next to the fireplace while the spirit played with both her rear holes.
As he was about to charge to the Princesses’ aid, Celestia rose a hand, stopping him.
“Do it gently, please,” she begged, a tear falling from her visible eye. “This is my fault. I was a bad friend to him. He loved me, but I never addressed his feelings.”
Luna expressed similar compassion. “His oath was stronger than death itself. Although his devotion has been corrupted into a lustful desire, I wish him no harm, Spike.” He nodded again.
He brought out his sword as he made his way to the bed to pierce the ‘heart’ of the spirit. Unlike the others, he didn’t wail; his body dissipated into the ether leaving only an imprint of his presence. Then, he moved to the fireplace and repeated the action, producing the same results. For the first time, he felt like he had not only aided his friends, but also liberated two lost souls.
“Spike?” Celestia called as she sat on the edge of her bed. Luna got back on her feet, going to her side. “Come, sit with us.”
“You are naked, your majesties,” he pointed out, but the two merely laughed.
“Please, Spike, we trust you. And it’s not like this is the first time you’ve seen us naked,” Luna chuckled. “Now, come.”
Spike obeyed and sat in between them. They pecked his cheeks at the same time before Luna grabbed his jawline to pull him into a short-lived kiss. Celestia followed suit with one of her own.
“You’re quite brave for jumping into action for our sakes, Spike,” Celestia said proudly. “But I’m afraid we may need your aid still,” she pointed at her breasts while Luna parted her legs.
Spike smiled at them. He could see that the spectral imprints were less prominent in comparison to the previous encounters, but he still needed to dispel them. He moved back on the bed until he was behind Celestia. Bringing his hands around her torso, he cupped her breasts, relishing on their softness and weight that could only belong to Equestria’s symbol of beauty. While his hands were busy, he began kissing and nipping her neck.
As expected, it took him less than a minute to dispel the remnants of Celestia’s old friend. She kissed him again before he moved behind Luna. Reaching with a hand, he quickly found her hot pussy. He caressed her lips to moisten up his fingers before entering her velvety birthing canal. He moved his fingers around inside her moist cunt until he couldn’t see the ghostly remains anymore. Then, he moved to her asshole and wormed his fingers inside with ease thanks to her moistness. He fingered her ass with more care, hearing her moaning sweetly at his actions until the remnants were also gone. Like her sister, Luna also kissed him one last time.
Before he could say or do anything else, flames covered him once more. When his vision returned the first thing he saw was Shining Armor sitting on a chair watching intently as his wife was being dominated by an ethereal being. This ghost was clearly a step above the rest. He sucked at her tits strongly, fingered her pussy until she climaxed (not for the first time, he noticed), made out with her, and did whatever he wanted with her.
“Shining?” He asked loudly, pointing at the spirit with his sword.
“Oh, Spike!” greeted Shining. “Didn’t see you there. Want to watch the show?” He asked as the ghost positioned himself to fuck Cadance once again.
“...You two are okay with this?” He asked, incredulous.
“Very muuuUUuuch so, Spike!” Cadance called, her body wracked by another climax.
“It was weird at first, but this is actually super hot! It’s like I’m watching my wife masturbate with invisible energy! I mean, I know that’s a ghost or spirit or whatever he is and that I should be mad. But we kinda came into an agreement,” he smirked. “Besides, there’s no risk of pregnancy!” He raised a hand. Suddenly, a hand stretched out from the bed to high-five the stallion before going back to tweaking his wife’s nipples. “Fuck yeah! Nail her good, brother!”
“I’m ready to move!” Spike called. A second later, he was enveloped by his fire to be transported to another location. His vision returned to find himself in Rainbow's cloud house. A loud groan caught his attention and turned his head to see Rainbow Dash struggling against a rather large spirit on top of her, straddling against her bed; all while it groped and sucked on her tits.
“I don’t know how I’m going to do it, but I’m so going to kick your sorry ass!” She thrashed under its hold, kicking away an old, rusty helmet. “I thought you Legionnaires had honor! I bet Flash Magnus has a bigger dick than you!”
Spike needed no more to move into action. He spread his wings and leaped at the ghostly apparition. With a swing of his sword, the spirit wailed and recoiled in apparent pain. Two more slashes did the job, dissipating the spirit straight into the after-life.
Well, almost all of him in any case.
“Am I glad to see you, Spike! Thanks for the help,” she groaned in annoyance. “Dammit, I can still feel that asshole touching me,” she groaned. “He’s gone, right?”
“Yeah, only his remnants remain,” he explained. “You know, I can dispel-”
“Diswhat?”
“-cleanse his touch from you,” he offered. “I just need to do it manually,” he raised his hands.
Rainbow sighed. “Then get to it! The faster you do it, the faster I can melt that damn helmet down and make a few horseshoes with it!” She shouted, glaring death at the rusty armor piece.
Spike nodded and moved on top of Rainbow, grabbing her breasts and latching his tongue and lips to her nipples. He sucked and lapped at her pink areolas while his hands squeezed her breasts, kneading them for all they were worth and more. After a little over a minute, Spike pulled back, his job complete. However, before he could move away from Rainbow, she grabbed his head and pulled him for a quick, chaste kiss.
“If you ever tell anyone about this, I’ll kick your sorry scaly ass,” she threatened.
Spike nodded whilst smiling internally. He didn’t know what was happening, but he was living his greatest fantasy of being a knight, an actual hero, and helping his friends. That he also got to have a feel of their bodies and their affection was his secret desire. For as long as his dream lasted, he’d embrace it without question.
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While Spike slept soundly with a big smile spread across his face, another set of occurrences was happening in Twilight’s room. It had been a couple of hours since they parted ways to sleep. Twilight laid on her bed, lightly snoring as her covers were slowly pulled away from over her. She mumbled incoherently as she felt the cool, refreshing air of her room caress her body freely.
As always, her ‘pajamas’ consisted of a pair of panties and a loose tank top that hugged her body perfectly. Suddenly, a set of disembodied hands pressed against her flat belly, forming their outline before they began moving to her sides, caressing her with an icy, sensual touch.
Twilight moaned in her sleep, enjoying the touch as it snaked up to her chest. The tank top was pulled down to release her large breasts with a healthy bounce to them. The hands wasted no time in groping and squeezing them; her erect nipples being mushed down by that invisible force. The alicorn Princess let out a soft, erotic moan in response. “Aaaaahhh~”
As her mouth opened, the presence kissed it shut. Twilight visibly strained for a few seconds as her air intake was blocked, but her sleeping body corrected it by breathing through her nose. Her tongue was visibly sucked into another cavity, but she moaned in delight before her tongue began to twirl and move around; caught in a dance with an invisible, ethereal equivalent.
The disembodied hands groped, kneaded, and squeezed her tits for all they were worth. Pinching at her nipples, twisting them, and massaging them in the same manner a farmer would do in search of milk. Alas, nothing came out. Yet that didn’t stop the spirit from leaving her mouth, ending their kiss abruptly creating a string of her spit across her chin and neck, to move to her perfect tits in order to lick, bite, nip, lap, and suck at her nipples.
The hands moved to the sides to grab her tank top. Tugging at it, the offending piece of clothing suddenly turned transparent and the entity removed it from her body entirely. After that, a hand returned to play with her available tit while the other traveled slowly down her body, groping and squeezing her waist, belly, hips, and thighs before moving to her crotch. Fingers ran across her the outline of her pussy marked across her panties, already moist thanks to his efforts. He pulled her panties down until they were removed entirely, leaving her completely naked.
Her legs were spread before the entity set on top of her. Massaging her breasts, sucking at her nipples, and caressing her pussy to increase her arousal.
“Aaaahhh! Ahhhhh~ H--Huuuh? W-What’s going on?” Twilight opened her eyes drowsily. Instantly after, she felt the cold sensation of something touching her breasts, crotch, and sucking her nipples, not to mention her wet, stained mouth. She noticed her covers were gone and that she was naked. She tried to move again, but even her mighty alicorn strength failed her as she found herself almost completely immobilized. She then tried to use her magic, but when she tried channeling magic her horn stung with an electric feeling of pure coldness, preventing her from using her greatest asset.
“Spike! Spike!” She cried as loudly as she could, but her mouth was claimed by a cold, ethereal mouth to silence her. Dammit! She thought. What is assaulting me!? It’s not somepony with an invisibility spell and I don’t feel the influence of magic on my body… then that means it must be some sort of spirit or other paranormal entity, she rationalized, feeling relieved. Well, at least it’s not a demon, so that’s a win. Oh, Spike, I really need your help right now! You’re the only one in Ponyville that can see ethereal beings!
As the entity continued to kiss and generally have his way with her as it pleased, a half-forgotten memory came to Twilight.
Now I remember. The same thing happened to Cadance one time during a sleepover. Let’s see, she thought, trying to remember what had happened while the spirit on top of her continued to have his way with her. She tried not to moan, but despite how much she hated it, nothing the entity was doing actually hurt and the otherworldly coldness was both pleasing and refreshing. And that’s without getting into the waves of pleasure she was getting from the treatment.
That night I woke up to see Cadance laying on the bed, moaning and groaning. Her nightie was gone, and her breasts seemed to be moving on their own. Huh… now that I remember it, I used to be so envious of her figure. I’ve been growing a little more since I ascended. Is it just a Princess thing? She thought idly for a moment before shaking those thoughts away. Focus, Twilight! Comparing yourself to Cadance or the other Princesses won’t help you right now! So, a spirit molested Cadance… but I fell asleep again and didn’t see how she handled it. Darn it, what am I going to do to get rid of it?! She wondered at the same time the ethereal entity released her mouth.
Taking a calming breath (and letting out a few cute moans in return), she found the courage to ask. Here goes nothing, she thought. “Can you understand me?” She was surprised when the spirit stopped. Then, a second later, it squeezed her breast one time. “Okay. I’ll take that as a yes. Mr. Ghost, if I let you, though I doubt I have much to say in that matter, will you leave me be after you’re done?” She expected a moment of hesitation or even being dismissed entirely. Instead, the spirit squeezed her breasts once more almost instantly after. “Oh… thank you, Mr. Ghost.”
Twilight was about to say he could continue, but just to make sure to show she was willing, she opted to spice things up a little more. “You know, this might be good for me, too. Being a Princess is a stressful job, so I could use a little relief.”
Not a second after those words left her mouth, the spirit moved to suck on her tits and finger her pussy. “C-Cold!” She moaned loudly. She wasn’t sure if she could trust ‘Mr. Ghost’, but she also knew its promise was the best she could get. Besides, it’s not like it can really hurt me, plus I really need some winding off. I’ll just sit back and enjoy the ride.
She then felt him spread her legs a bit more before she felt a pressure against her vaginal opening. She knew what was going to happen next. “Aaaahhh! F-Fuuuccckk!” She cried, both due to the pleasurable ethereal coldness of the phallus entering her pussy and the feeling of being stretched out without a hint of pain. “Y-You’re quite big!” She cried a moment before the spirit bottomed out, nearly reaching her cervix and slamming its incorporeal hips against her own.
The spirit didn't stop there, as it resumed its assault on her breasts by groping and sucking on them. Its hips also started to move against her hips; thrusting and slamming her tight, moist birthing-canal. “Aaaah! Aaaahhh! Yesss!” Twilight moaned with each thrust she received. The spirit wasn’t showing any finesse or great care. It wasn’t having sex with her. She’d had sex before, and this wasn’t it. No. The spirit was fucking her. Raw, simple, and primal.
“M-More! Harder, please!” She begged and she received. It didn’t take long for the room to be filled with the sound of her moans, the wet slaps of flesh, and the occasional smack against one of her asscheeks. The entity didn’t stop for a single moment, always focused on pounding her as hard as it could. Her toes curled in pleasure, her hands grabbed the sheets of her bed, gripping them tightly, her entire body trembled, her wings were spread all over her bed, and her eyes were rolling to the back of her head.
“Aaah! Gaaah! Kyyyaaaahhh~ I-I’m cumming! Cumming!” She mewled as the spirit redoubled its efforts for the last few thrusts. Twilight reached her climax first, squirting all over her bed; her love-juice passing through empty air. Then, the spirit gave one last hard thrust, squeezed her breasts, and kissed her at the same time. “MMMFFFFFFF!” She cried again as a second orgasm struck her in the midst of her first one. Feeling her womb and pussy being suddenly assaulted by a wave of pure cold, tingly, filling pleasure.
For a second, her pussy let out a squirting burst of marecum, only to be followed up by a few short spurts; her bedsheets were ruined, but she didn’t care all that much.
Twilight felt the spirit pull out of her and release her body. It kissed her one last time, her tongue moving widely in the air before it returned inside her mouth. She let out a yawn, closed her eyes, and fell asleep within the span of mere seconds. The covers floated back to embrace her body away from the cold.
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Spike woke up with a loud yawn and a stretch. The first thing he noticed was his raging morning wood peeking out of his trousers and smiled. “Duuuude, that was the weirdest, most realistic, bestest dream I’ve ever had! I wonder if I can lucid-dream now?” He questioned as he stepped outside his room, heading to the bathroom. He stopped dead on his tracks when he saw that Twilight’s door was ajar. More importantly, he could see the remnants of an ethereal presence trailing inside her room.
He slapped himself. “Nope. Not dreaming this time!” He said in a panic, rubbing his bruised cheek. He rushed to her room, creaking open the door to avoid alerting anything inside it. He scanned the room, but aside from more residue, he didn’t find any ethereal being. He then moved to Twilight’s bed to find her still asleep, half-covered by her bedsheets. The smell and physical evidence was enough for him to figure out what had happened last night. Worse, he could see some residue from beneath her covers. “Twilight! Twilight!” He called, shaking her by the shoulders.
Twilight stirred awake, weakly opening her eyes. Her vision took a few seconds to readjust to the light, but when it returned, the first thing she saw was Spike’s face looking down at her worryingly. She smiled dumbly as she draped her arms behind his neck, hugging him tightly before kissing him on the lips. Her wings flapped and she was able to jump out of her bed, all without letting go of her best friend and number one assistant. Parting her lips, her tongue licked against his scaly ones. His thin, prehensile tongue surged forth to play with hers in a slow, loving dance.
It didn’t take long for Twilight to regain her senses and recognize what she was doing and with whom. She broke the kiss, slowly pulling back. By the time she knew what was happening, they were both standing next to her bed, she was naked, hugging him, his hands were on her waist, his hard, hot cock was nestled in between her thighs and across her pussy, and they were blushing madly.
They spent who knows how long like that, frozen like statues as they breathed and blinked in what felt like an eternal awkward silence. In unison, they smiled lovingly at each other before uniting their lips for a proper kiss. They made-out in the middle of her room for several minutes until they were satisfied. Breaking the kiss, Spike asked.
“Please tell me Movie Night hasn’t been canceled.”
Twilight giggled and nodded. “It’s still happening. I wouldn’t miss Movie Night with my best friend for anything,” she kissed the tip of his nose. “Or is it boyfriend now?”
“Boyfriend. Definitely boyfriend, Twi,” he replied before giving her a chaste kiss. “Say, need help with dispelling the spirit’s remnants?”
“Please. I guess there’s no need to tell you about what happened then,” she sighed. Stepping back, she spread her legs and used two fingers to touch and spread her lower lips. “I might need some help inside there, Spike.”
He blushed madly, his cock throbbing widely. “Y-yeah, I can help with that alright!”
“Then let’s get going. We have to get everything ready for tonight!” She exclaimed as she walked out of the room in direction to the bathroom, followed closely by Spike.
When they were gone, the spirit phased through the ample closet where it was hiding in to make sure everything went perfectly. It nodded, satisfied, before flying out through the balcony’s window.
The Pact had been fulfilled, and now he was truly free.
The End.
Author's Note
Special thanks to anyone that read this!
