A Kindred Spirit
“Move it or lose it, morons,” Sour Sweet said as she shoved her way past two girls.
“Hey, we’re talking here!” One of them protested.
“Well, do you have to do it in the middle of the damn hallway?” Sour replied, flipping them off for good measure.
“Umm, excuse me. Pardon me. Coming through,” Fluttershy apologized as she moved past the other students, dodging them and trying to keep up with Sour Sweet. “H-hey, Sour Sweet, wait for me!”
“Why should I?” The reply wasn’t even worth a single glance back. “It’s not like we’re friends or anything like that, you Canterlot pleb.”
“But we’ve known each other for a long time! Don’t you think that counts for something?” Fluttershy cried as she finally reached the freckled girl.
“Oh yeah, because being stuck between two schools clawing at each other’s throats makes for such a great and friendly environment. Forgive me for not leaping at the idea of making friends with one of the girls that humiliated me and Crystal Prep. More than once, might I add,” Sour replied snarkily.
“But we’re roommates and we have a lot of classes together. Can’t we at least be nice to each other?” She offered with a gentle smile.
“We share two classes, hardly ‘a lot’. And we’re roommates by chance, not choice. So I’m gonna give that offer a hard pass,” the violet-eyed girl countered, eye-rolling upon hearing such nonsense.
“B-But we’ve been together for nearly two weeks!” Fluttershy let out a frightened yelp and stopped when an unamused Sour Sweet suddenly turned back to her. “I… I mean… w-we could try to… be… friends… maybe?”
“One,” she began, raising a finger for each point she intended to drive home. “I don’t want to be friends. I’ve told you this several times already. Two: you’re a C.H. pleb and I’m a Crystal Prep Elite. How you even managed to get accepted here is beyond me. And three: if you’re so desperate for companionship, you can search elsewhere. In case you haven’t noticed, we reside on a campus filled with people. I’m sure some of them are just as boring as you.” She then turned back and continued walking as if nothing had happened.
Fluttershy’s expression soured. Despite having time to get to know her once-rival-now-roommate, she still wasn’t used to her attitude. While it was true Sour Sweet showed no interest in making peace with her, and that her disdain for Canterlot High remained firm, she wasn’t that terrible a person. She wasn’t even mean… most of the time. But she had shown genuine moments of empathy, her mask of indifference and superiority slipping enough to show a sweet, caring girl underneath.
“I want to see more of her good side, but I shouldn’t force her,” Fluttershy muttered to herself, sighing in defeat at yet another failure to befriend her fellow yellow-skinned roommate.
“Are you planning on sprouting roots or what!? Class is about to start, pleb!” Sour called out from the distance before entering a classroom.
Fluttershy smiled softly. “I’ll try again another time.” She said to herself before breaking into a run. The moment she placed her hand on the knob, she froze as a chill ran down her spine. She looked around but found nothing out of the ordinary. Then, as soon as it happened, the cold was gone. Shrugging off the experience as a simple oddity, she turned the knob and entered her classroom.
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“I’m beat,” said Sour Sweet as she entered their room and tossed her backpack onto the bed, her shoes following in short order. “I swear if I have to go through another pointless Solar Radiation Poisoning exposition, I’m going to go crazy.”
“It wasn’t so bad,” Fluttershy tried to defend, gently setting her backpack next to her bed.
“Please, I saw you yawn, and you always pay full attention. No need to act nice about it,” she countered.
Fluttershy blushed as she began to unbutton her clothes. “Is it okay if I take the shower first?”
“Yeah, knock yourself out,” she grinned. “See? Not even you can deny that was boring as all hell.” Sour Sweet laughed as she saw her roommate shed off her clothes and walk into their shared bathroom. “For someone so shy, she sure doesn’t seem bothered getting naked in front of other girls,” she scoffed. “Damn Canterlot pleb.”
While waiting for her turn on the shower, she stripped off and wrapped a towel around her body. Picking up her phone, she idly texted with her boyfriend while she waited. Suddenly, she stopped and looked around the room. “Huh… I could’ve sworn… nah, it’s just stress,” she told herself and went back to texting, but despite her best efforts, she couldn’t shake off the lingering unease permeating the room.
Fluttershy came out of the bathroom wearing a towel. She then sat on her bed, stopped, and looked around. “Did you turn on the AC? It’s pretty chilly, don’t you think?”
“You just came out of the bathroom, pleb, no wonder you feel cold. But to answer your question, no. No, I didn’t,” Sour replied before getting off the bed and walking inside the bathroom. “Say, pleb, would you mind getting lost on Friday night?”
“Why?” She asked, but then her cheeks turned crimson when Sour smirked at her. “O-ohhh my, uhmmm, yes. I mean, no! I mean… I-I’ll find something to do.”
“Ha! You’re such a pushover,” she said and was about to close the door but something got the better of her. “...You know, Fluttershy? Maybe it’s because, for a filthy pleb, you’re not all that bad. Or maybe it’s because I slipped the other day and hit my head really hard. But you’re not as annoying as I thought you’d be. At least you’re not a massive annoying bitch like the other Shadowbolts were, so… yeah, thank you and all that crap.”
Fluttershy was left speechless as Sour Sweet slammed the bathroom door behind her. A few seconds after hearing the water running, her face lit up with a cute blush and a tiny victorious smile. After calming her racing heart, she dried herself and put on her nightie: a tailormade green masterpiece that hugged her frame perfectly. A gift from Rarity after graduation. While she preferred to sleep naked in private or when in the company of her friends, the nightie was a compromise borne of politeness for the sake of her roommate.
They would be free to hang out on the weekend. Even so, Saturday always seemed so far away on a Tuesday. Not even a month after starting college, and she already missed her friends terribly. Not to mention her darling Angel, safe and sound in the care of her parents.
Suddenly, she shot right up and took a few steps away from her bed. Just then, Sour Sweet emerged from the bathroom. “Hey, pleb, you’re on my side of the room.”
“I--I felt something touch me,” Fluttershy said quickly. “L-like hands caressing my legs.”
“Weird,” Sour Sweet didn’t immediately shoot the pink-haired girl down for her ridiculous comment. Something was definitely amiss, but there was no concrete proof. “Eh, maybe it’s just the cold? Either that or you’re onto something. Now, go back to your side, pleb. A girl needs her space.”
After drying off and putting on a fresh pair of panties and her favorite loose shirt, Sour Sweet was ready to relax. They spent the next couple of hours doing their after-class assignments. There was nothing to do on campus, given that it was a weekday. Throughout their work, they spent their time in silence while acclimating to the strange cold, a few shudders here and there notwithstanding.
Once they were done, they moved to their beds and, upon exchanging a respectful ‘good night’, went to sleep.
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Sour Sweet grumbled as she rose from her slumber. It was dark and she couldn’t be bothered to look at her clock. Unfortunately, the noises and soft moans coming from the other side of the room were too irritating to ignore.
With a disgruntled groan and a scowl, Sour rubbed her eyes, ready to voice her annoyance. “Pleb, I swear if you’re fingering yourself I’m gonna--” she stopped short as her vision adjusted to the darkness.
The drowsiness that had been forcing her eyelids down was quickly dispelled upon seeing what was happening across the room. The coldness surrounding her was all but ignored, for her heart began to beat rapidly and her fight-or-flight response kicked in. “Hyyyiiip!” She gasped before clamping her mouth shut, scampering back and using a pillow as a shield.
Across the room on Fluttershy’s side, the animal lover was lying on her bed, the sheets forgotten on the ground, moaning and breathing soundly as her breasts seemed to move in defiance of gravity; unlike 90% of her wardrobe, the dainty nightie did nothing to hide her figure.
Perhaps it was due to her panicked mind desperately trying to find a logical answer. But whatever the reason was, Sour Sweet couldn’t look away from what was happening to her roommate.
I’ve seen her naked plenty of times. For a doormat, she certainly gives no shits about her nudity, but I think… I think this is the first time I’ve really given it any thought, she pondered, unblinking and unmoving while Fluttershy’s breasts bounced on their own. Hot damn… she’s stacked. I think her tits are bigger than mine.
Suddenly, the pinkette’s right breast stopped bouncing and instead something seemed to brush the fabric of her nightie. The apparently invisible force tugged at the shoulder strap little by little, almost as if it was savoring the moment or giving a show. Slowly but surely, the strap slid down until her breast was completely exposed.
The cold air of the room had long-since made her nipples hard and erect, so now it stood as a small mountaintop on a soft mound of flesh. The action was repeated on its twin, the straps of the nightie moved aside to free her breasts. Then, they began bouncing once again, but this time it was far more deliberate.
For her part, Sour Sweet couldn’t even tremble. She had no idea what was happening. Any hope to logically figure out what was happening had gone out the window when the nightie was brushed aside, confirming the pinkette’s breasts were indeed being groped by something.
“Mmmm~ Ahhhhh~” the girl moaned in her sleep, seemingly unaffected by the unnatural coldness of the room or by whatever was touching her so freely.
The violet-eyed woman continued to watch for several minutes, refusing to move or go back to sleep. She witnessed Fluttershy’s nipples being pulled, pinched, and twisted, her breasts groped and played with. The smell of her arousal was also starting to spread through the room, causing Sour Sweet to tremble and chitter her teeth.
Then, it stopped. Without any sense of warning. Sour Sweet remained backed against the wall, protected by her pillow for what felt like forever. Eventually, she found the courage to move when she saw her roommate shiver and turn to the side in a fetal position. Setting her pillow aside, she crossed the room to Fluttershy’s side. Nudging her shoulder softly, careful to not wake her up, she managed to make her turn face-up. Equally slowly and carefully, she tried to pull her nightie back into place.
“Definitely as big as mine at least. I’d ask what you eat if I didn’t already know, eh, Fluttershy?” She muttered. To her dismay, her nightie was tailor-made and fit her like a glove, which meant she had little room to work with. As gently as she could manage, she had to grab one tit at a time, squeeze it softly, and then gently push it back inside the nightie.
“Ahhhh~ H-Har...der.. Mmmmmmmhhh~” Fluttershy moaned in her sleep after successfully covering her second breast. Sour Sweet breathed a sigh of relief before covering the poor girl and then quickly returned to her bed.
“Huh?” She muttered, confused. A second later she shook her head and cocooned herself in her blankets for protection. Deciding it was best to go back to sleep and put the whole incident behind her, she cast a final quick glance to her side and the bra that lay next to her. “Strange… I could’ve sworn I left that in my laundry bin.”
Even though the danger or whatever had happened to Fluttershy was gone, sleep eluded Sour Sweet for the rest of the night.
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“Aaahh-aah-aa-aaa~ Mmmhmm-mmmhm-mhhmhmmm~” Fluttershy sang as the refreshingly hot water cascaded down her body. Her hands pressed against her body to scrape both the soap and her stress down the drain. She stopped for a moment to cup her breasts. They’d been tingling a little when she woke up, similar to how they felt after a rough masturbation session.
As she finished her bath and proceeded to dry off, the pinkette began to ponder on a second oddity. Namely speaking, Sour Sweet’s attitude. For some reason she couldn’t comprehend, her roommate had woken up sluggish, unfocused, and groaning tiredly. She had seen her nearly fall asleep several times throughout the day, and her usual fiery retorts lacked any bite. More than that, she could sense something was terribly wrong. She could tell right away if an animal was scared, angry, or nervous. Despite her roommate’s repeated claims that she was fine and that she only had a rough night, the blue-eyed girl knew the truth. Something had made Sour Sweet nervous to the point of fright.
But if she doesn’t want to tell me, asking if I can help will only bother her. I hope she’s okay, she felt some remorse for not being able to aid her roommate. Opening the bathroom door made her smile, for she encountered Sour Sweet already in her nightly attire and sound asleep. Any guilt she felt was absolved at the sight of the girl resting peacefully.
Putting on her usual nightie, she decided to work on her homework and let the other girl catch up on sleep. A couple of hours later Fluttershy completed her assignment and was ready to call it a night. Through it all, however, she shivered from time to time due to the unusual chill imbued in the room; more than once she experienced the persistent feeling that she was being watched somehow.
She didn’t put too much thought into it, though, and drifted into slumber.
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“Aaaahmmm~ Mmmfffhhh~ Gaahhhh~”
The not so weak and not quite subtle moans of her roommate woke Fluttershy. Checking her alarm clock, she noticed it was barely past two in the morning. Wanting to avoid alerting Sour Sweet, she kept her eyes closed and pretended to be asleep by pulling her covers over her head, not wishing to see something embarrassing.
I thought she asked me to give her some space on Friday, not today! How did her boyfriend sneak in this late? Or without me noticing? I have to wear earplugs just so that I can sleep with the girls thanks to Rainbow’s snoring, she thought, blushing and feeling amazed at the stealth displayed by Sour Sweet’s boyfriend. But as seconds passed and she was forced to hear her roommate’s moans of pleasure, her embarrassment quickly turned into worry as she failed to hear another voice.
Focusing for just a second, her body shimmered with magic before transforming into her pony-up form. She didn’t have to do anything to confirm her worry: her enhanced hearing gave away what she already knew. Sour Sweet was moaning in pleasure, but she couldn’t hear other breathing than her own, no other movement, not even another heartbeat.
Peeking out of her covers, the pinkette’s eyes went wide when she saw Sour Sweet gripping onto her sheets, still asleep, but writhing at the same time she moaned in deep passion.
“Mmmhmm! R-Raaaaay, not so… rough…~ Naughty… boy~” the sleeping girl moaned sweetly, a wide blush spread across her cheeks.
Fluttershy forgot her cover as she saw her roommate’s shirt moving; inch by inch it slid up until her breasts were exposed. She blushed when they came into full view with a healthy bounce. T-They’re as big as mine, she thought idly after seeing Sour Sweet’s bare chest clearly for the first time.
Her surprise only grew when an invisible force began groping, kneading, and squeezing her breasts with wild abandon. Sour Sweet moaned and her panties were stained by her arousal, her pleasure evident for all to see.
Fluttershy trembled and the fear crawling up her spine punched her pony-up form out of her. With trembling legs, she could only watch as Sour Sweet was brought to an orgasm by that unknown force. Then, when it all seemed over, she felt something stare into her very soul and she knew it wasn’t just her imagination this time.
“Eeeepp!” She gasped and then passed out.
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Morning arrived, and with it came noise. Lots of noise.
“AAAHHHHHH!” Fluttershy awoke with a scream.
Sour Sweet woke up in a jolt, nearly falling off her bed. “--MY MAN, YOU SIREN BITCH!” She yelled angrily, ready to fight. After a second of looking around for a certain dazzling, she suddenly remembered where she was and what had woken her up so rudely. “Why the hell are you screaming like that!? I almost had a damn heart attack!” She complained before pressing a hand against her chest, only to find she wasn’t wearing her shirt. “Fluttershy, why are my boobs bouncing in the breeze?”
Fluttershy was taken aback by her tone. She expected anger, but instead saw fear in the violet eyes of her roommate. “I--I saw… I don’t know what I saw last night! Y-you were moaning and I thought you managed to sneak in your boyfriend butthensomethingpulledyourshirtupand--”
“Whoa! Whoa! Hold your horses there, pleb! Remember to breathe, why dontcha?” Suddenly, she froze and looked down between her legs only to find her panties and thighs mildly damp. “...Please tell me I pissed myself.”
Fluttershy shook her head. “Something was touching you last night, Sour Sweet! A-At first I thought it was your boyfriend, but I didn’t hear any other breathing except yours! I got worried, so I used my powers to make sure but I couldn’t hear anyone else! And you were moaning so loud you woke me up! A-A-A-And I saw something touching you, pulling up your shirt and-and-and I’m sorry, I didn’t do anything to help you, I was too scared!”
“Wait, wait wait! Hold up! Y-You say something invisible was touching me last night?” Fluttershy nodded. “Like… something invisible? My tits and shirt moving on their own?” Another nod. “Oh… Oh sweet mercy.”
“Y-You know what it is?” The blue-eyed girl asked, inching closer to her roommate.
“Of course not! If I knew what it was I would’ve stopped it yesterday night when it was happening to you instead of nearly pissing myself in fear!” Sour Sweet snapped back.
“W-What?” Fluttershy whispered. “B-But I’m a light-sleeper… almost anything can wake me up.”
“Well, it sure as hell didn’t look like you were awake back then,” she protested, turning silent and looking away. Minutes passed in silence as they sat on Sour Sweet’s bed, apprehensive and without a clue as to what was going on. Finally, the freckled girl broke the stalemate. Reaching down for her discarded shirt, she put it on before asking. “Could it be magic-related crap?”
“I-I don’t think so. I couldn’t sense anything when I was ponied-up,” Fluttershy explained. “Do you have any idea what it could be?”
“Hey, you’re the magical expert here, not me. Why should I know what the fuck is going on?” Sour Sweet spat in anger that was, for once, not directed at the pinkette. “Let’s say it’s not magic, then what is it? Who could be behind this?”
Fluttershy blinked. “Do you think someone’s doing this on purpose?”
“It makes sense, don’t you think? With all the mishaps and evil primordial beings coming from another world, not to mention those artifacts that turn people into-” Sour Sweet eyed her up and down, rolling a hand in the process. “-horrible monstrosities vent of sucking our souls, unlike the pony-powers-thing you do, I’m going to bet there’s someone doing this to us.”
Fluttershy pondered her answer for a few seconds. “But I didn’t see anything,” she began. “Magic is very visible and when I pony-up, I can see it more clearly. It’s like… clouds or tendrils. But whatever was doing that to us, it wasn’t magical…”
“Then what are we supposed to do then!?” Sour Sweet snarled. “Hey, whatever you are, come out and reveal yourself, coward! Or are you that much of a pussy!?”
Fluttershy gasped at the angry taunts delivered by her roommate. While she would hardly be so aggressive, their mysterious assailant had made her more than a little peeved. Her fearful surprise at Sour Sweet’s challenge quickly changed to support. “Who are you!? What do you want from us!? Why are you attacking us!?”
Their questions and taunting demands were answered by a sharp, unmistakable drop in temperature. Going from mildly chilly to unbearably cold. But not just any normal cold. It was a far deeper, spiritual, powerful kind of fear. Wanting, longing, demanding, and sepulcral.
“AAAHHHH!” The girls jumped back, hugging each other when their dresser drawers wrenched open. Their eyes went wide, fear coalescing at the pit of their stomachs as several of their bras slowly rose out of their dressers. They floated on their own, moving side to side almost as if they were on a parade. Once all of their bras were floating in front of them, it was Sour Sweet who snarled venomously.
“You bastard! Show yourself!” Clutching Fluttershy harder, she continued. “This fucker is gloating, Fluttershy! What? You like big tits, you ass!?”
As if to answer her question, all of their bras suddenly fell to the floor. Before any of them could do anything, the girls were yanked apart. Fluttershy was harshly pinned down with her back on the bed. On the other hand, Sour Sweet was now floating in the air in front of her immobilized roommate.
“Let us go, you freak!” Sour Sweet demanded, flailing her limbs wildly to no avail. Looking down at her helpless partner, doing her best to free herself from whatever was ensnaring her, she grew furious when she spotted tears starting to flow down from her eyes. “What the heck do you want!?”
Suddenly, her entire body froze. Her limbs stopped responding to her commands and all she could do was move her head around, speak, and breathe. She felt something unnaturally cold in the unmistakable shape of a hand and fingers grab her thighs, groping and squeezing them for several seconds before forcing her legs apart.
In that instant, Sour Sweet knew exactly what the… thing had in mind. “Kyyyyaahhhhh! NOOOO! Please, no!” She heard Fluttershy cry out, her legs also forced apart, her body slightly curved with the sole intent to give her a better view of the pinkette’s body.
“Fluttershy! Fluttershy!!” She called. “Use your powers, goddammit!”
The blue-eyed girl obeyed and her body shimmered for a moment. The next, her body showed the enhancements of magic… and it was completely useless. Her increased strength and magical aura proved inconsequential against their assailant.
“I-it’s not working!” She cried. “Help! Help! Anyone, please help!”
“We’re on a damn campus! Can’t anybody hear us!?” Sour Sweet shouted, trying her damn best to move. “Damn you! That’s your fault, isn’t it!?” Her answer came in the form of one of her bras floating in front of her for a few moments.
Fluttershy cried again, her powers fading away as her breasts were fondled through her nightie. “C-Cold!” Came her yell followed by an unwanted moan, her boobs bouncing as they were being played with by an invisible force.
From her point of view, Sour Sweet could see the shape of fingers pressing against the supple bosom of her roommate. Then, her nightie was ripped off her body. The poor piece of fabric turned to shreds in mere seconds, leaving the pinkette only in her panties. Fluttershy let out a lamenting wail at the sudden loss of her beloved nightie, a gift from a cherished friend now ruined, reduced to tatters.
Sour Sweet didn’t have to wait too long to feel more of those ethereal hands touch her belly and boobs under her shirt. Shortly thereafter, her shirt was also torn asunder from her body, leaving her only in her panties.
“No…” Sour Sweet muttered, tears forming in her eyes as realization kicked in along the knowledge that she was utterly powerless to stop it from happening. “L-Look, I’m sorry, okay? J-Just let us go, please,” she pleaded. “A-At least… at least let her go… she didn’t do or say anything bad about you.”
“NO!” Fluttershy interrupted. “Let her go! S-She’s got a boyfriend, please!” She then let out a loud moan when her nipples were pinched at the same time; the invisible force pulled at them as it twisted them with apparent glee. “It--It doesn’t hurt?” She moaned loudly while her nipples were used as the thing’s favorite new toys. “It-It’s just very cold!”
“What!?” Sour Sweet exclaimed, incredulous. But as the hands touching her belly and breasts began upping their game, feeling her up, groping harshly, and making her boobs sway and even feel the icy press of lips and tongues licking all over them, she was forced to admit that Fluttershy was right. Nothing the monster or entity or whatever was assaulting them was doing to them actually induced pain. It just felt incredibly chilly.
She snarled, her fear forgotten for a moment and replaced by shame. Everything the creature was doing inevitably felt good and her panties were moistening up as proof of that. She could deal with pain, she could be angry if it hurt, but this entity’s capacity to deny this natural consequence of its violations blurred the line between compassion and cruelty.
Both girls tried to squirm as they moaned, but they couldn’t move. At least not until the chilling hands descended. It groped and caressed their belly, waist, and hips; clearly appreciating their curvacious and salacious bodies. The moment the hands touched the straps of their panties, they were able to force their legs to close, if only slightly. It was simultaneous when their panties were slowly slid down, only to be stopped by their legs closing up to deny access to their sacred gardens.
The girls shared victorious glances, momentarily forgetting that the entity had the strength to simply rip off their panties if it so wished in their jubilant state. Their legs suddenly started opening up again, no matter how hard they tried to squeeze them shut.
“Eeeehhhhhh!”
“Rrraaaaggg!”
They cried at the same time as a chilly, ethereal hand smacked their asses. It wasn’t a harsh hit. It was soft, tender, and almost loving; a mocking show of force that gave away the spirit’s game.
“Damn bastaaaaard!” Sour Sweet raged, tears finally flowing from her eyes as her panties and that of her roommate now effortlessly slid down their legs. “Why even bother doing that!? Why give us a flicker of hope, eh!?”
Fluttershy couldn’t talk anymore. She was openly crying, knowing full well what was about to happen and that there was nothing they could do to stop their abuser.
Their panties came off and floated in the air for a few seconds before they were neatly folded together and placed on the closest nightstand. Then, their legs were spread wide once more. Now they were completely naked and exposed. Worse still, Fluttershy could see Sour Sweet’s dripping womanhood while the woman dangled in the air in front of her. And Sour Sweet could see how drenched Fluttershy was, but she couldn’t blame her.
No matter how much they didn’t want this to happen, the truth of the matter was that their bodies reacted to the chilly and pleasurable touch of the entity currently assaulting them. They froze, their hearts skipping a beat when they felt a ghostly cock sliding across their pussies.
“Please… I have a boyfriend… I love him, please. Don’t do this…” Sour Sweet pleaded. But her words fell on deaf ears. She closed her eyes when she felt her opening stretching, preparing to welcome a cock that, unseen or otherwise, didn’t belong to her beloved.
“AAAHhhhhhh~!” Moaned Fluttershy
“Ffffuuuuck~!” Yelled Sour Sweet.
Their whole bodies shook when the creature slammed its cock deep inside them in a single thrust. As expected, the penetration didn’t hurt, it felt good and was incredibly chilly and it made their juices cascade to both the floor and bed alike. Then, it began to thrust into them. There was no need for it to be gentle or slow.
“S-Shtoop, plee-ee-eeease,” Fluttershy cried in between moans, the sound of her cries drowning the wet, sloppy noises of her pussy getting fucked by an invisible, intangible, but very real ethereal phallus.
“R-Raaay, h-honey, I’m s-s-sooooorryyy!” Sour Sweet yelled, crying with remorse.
As the two girls were fucked at the same time by the entity, their moans reached new heights when they felt mouths and tongues around their areolas and nipples. Four chilly mouths clamped down on their breasts, licking, lapping, sucking, and nipping at their sensitive titties while their breasts kept on bouncing freely in tandem with the hard, cervix-hitting thrusts the entity delivered onto them.
Fluttershy cried loudly as her first orgasm arrived suddenly. “AAAhhHhhhh!” And she cried even more so when she felt another mouth against her pussy, sealing a ring just above her opening. Her overflowing juices disappeared into nothingness, each squirt of her nectar leaving nothing behind. But even so the entity didn’t stop fucking her hard and fast, each strike hitting her deepest barrier with reckless abandon.
For Sour Sweet the story was much the same. She’d tried several positions with her boyfriend, Ray, during the course of their relationship, including several kinky ones like doggy style. But the position she was being raped with was unlike any she’d tried before. It was embarrassing, demeaning; made ten times worse by the fact that she couldn’t do much else than take it and how good it felt.
“FFFUUUUUCK YOUUUUUU!” She screamed with all the hate she could muster as she experienced her biggest orgasm to date. She shivered when a mouth clamped around her pussy, eagerly sucking at it making her juices vanish into thin air.
The entity didn’t care and continue to ravage the two girls for the better part of the next two hours, fucking them, playing with their breasts, sucking on them, and doing whatever it pleased until they fell unconscious after been forced to endure nothing but mind-melting pleasure and a few dozen orgasms.
In the end, they were left twitching across Sour Sweet’s bed. The sepulcral cold permeating the room eased up to a comfortable level, but it never left it.
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-Two Days Later-
“Hey, babe… are you sure you’re okay with… her?” Ray asked, pointing a finger across the room while his girlfriend ground her hips against his in desperation. “I mean, I don’t mind that she’s here or the audience, but I thought you hated the Canterlot girls.”
“S-She’s cool, Ray,” she moaned, leaning down and kissing him before smothering his face with her breasts. “She doesn’t mind either, r-right Fluttershy?”
“Not at all,” the pinkette replied as she fingered herself at the display in front of her.
After being assaulted by the entity and waking up hours later, the two girls didn’t know what to do. They tried putting the incident behind them, but the entity had other things in mind. The following day the chilling touch of the creature followed them everywhere and it groped them whenever it pleased, though thankfully it did so below their clothes, somehow. At that point they didn’t care how it did what it did.
They were dismayed, however, when they found themselves feeling incredibly horny with no way to vent their desires. The incident had formed a bridge between them and a mutual understanding.
“M-Maybe I should find myself a boyfriend?” Fluttershy asked out loud.
“Fuck that,” Sour Sweet replied. “I’ll share mine with you.”
“...What the fuck happened between you two, seriously!?” Ray asked with a huge, eager grin just as the room’s temperature dropped slightly. Then, to his utter shock, he saw the flesh of his girlfriend’s breasts sink and move, as if they were being groped by a pair of hands. Looking past her, he saw the same happening to Fluttershy before floating above her bed.
“AAAAhhhhh! Aaaaaahh!” She cried and moaned as an invisible force slammed against her pussy.
“B-Babe… what the hell is happening?” Ray asked, strangely scared yet aroused at the same time by what he was seeing.
Sour Sweet smiled. “Ray, love… I think I’ve found a kindred spirit~” she sang before her ass was spread wide by an ethereal cock.
For his part, Ray didn’t have the foggiest clue as to what was going on. He shrugged and smiled. “I still get a turn with your friend, right?”
The End.
Author's Note
Special thanks to anyone that read this!
