-Sugarcube Corner-

Lone Soul followed Pinkie Pie until she entered Ponyville’s prime bakery, nonchalantly phasing through the door as she closed it.

“Mrs. and Mr. Cake! I’m home! It’s me, Pinkie!” She announced her arrival but only silence met her. “How weird. I don’t remember them saying anything about going out today - OH! What’s this?” She gasped, approaching a piece of paper hanging from the main counter. “Dear Pinkie, uhhuuu, yes… that makes sense, the twins with their uncle, arrive home later, a date!? How romantic!” She exclaimed, giggling and squealing without control. “Don’t worry, Mrs. and Mr. Cake, Lieutenant Pinkie shall guard the fortress in your absence!” She said in the most serious, professional manner she could.

“And she even salutes the piece of paper!” Lone Soul laughed, not out of malice but with genuine merriment. “My, my, Pinkie Pie! You’re even funnier in person,” he praised. Then, he spent the next few seconds watching a pink blur rushing back and forth locking every entrance of the establishment. When she was done, she made her way upstairs, bouncing on each step in a clear, logic-defiant affront to the laws of gravity. “Nothing that big should bounce the way she does.”

But he wasn’t one to complain. Not when her bountiful ass and breasts jiggled and swayed in all the correct ways. So enthralled he was with them that he forgot to reach out to her now that it was confirmed that they were completely alone. Not that otherwise would have stopped him in the first place. First, she rushed to the bathroom and in record time brushed her teeth and then made her way to her bedroom at the top story.

She came to a pause in the middle of her room and just as he was about to give her a light grope on her breasts, she fixed her mane; running her hands and fingers through it while she stretched and popped a few joints at the same time.

That forced him into a sudden stop. He was no stranger to the attractiveness and beauty of mares and females in general, he knew their bodies well and he enjoyed them thoroughly. But seeing Pinkie blushing ever-so-slightly for no reason other than she felt good during her stretching, that the one mare that cared not about how she looked or acted could look so sexy and vulnerable at the same time, so unintentionally feminine… It was an entirely new experience.

Against his better judgment, he pulled back and decided to instead continue to watch, either to see if he could see more of what he’d discovered or if it was just some odd fluke.

Pinkie pulled her shirt up slowly, almost deliberately so. It pushed against her skin and her breasts, forcing them inward for a moment until the piece of cloth was removed enough to allow them freedom once more. The two globes bounced like two pieces of jello; equal in movement but a hundred times as tempting. Her bra was on the verge of snapping in twain, the effort of securing the modesty of its owner a monumental task.

One swift flick of her fingers later, the clasp was undone and the bra fell to the ground. “Thaaaat’s sooooo much better!” Pinkie cried out before using her hands to cup her breasts, making them jiggle and bounce by giving them weak taps underneath them. “What about you, girls? Are you happy you’re finally free? Yes, you are! Yes, you are!” She then started to grope and knead her juggers for half a minute while she moaned in satisfaction, enjoying the liberty of her tits.

Happy with the results, she let go of her breasts and moved her hands to her hips. Two ‘clip’ sounds were heard and her skirt became loose. She then used her hands to ease it down, bending over as she did.

“It looks like I made the correct decision,” he muttered to himself, unable to look away from the pink mare in front of him. Her choice of panties were almost childish, innocent, and entirely functional in design. The fabric of the blue and white striped panties covered most of her prodigious backside and did an excellent job at protecting her modesty.

However, maybe because of the way she moved or because it had been a long day, the fabric seemed to have shrunk a size or two and now pressed against her flesh. He could see her labia pressing against it, forming an outline of her pussy. Not to mention that while she pulled her skirt down, she did so whilst humming a song and moving her body to its tune, shaking her rump and adding a delicious extra sway and bounce to them.

“Damn… how is it possible that she’s still single? She has an ass that can rival Celestia’s and she’s so gorgeous,” he asked himself while she continued to hum that unknown tone and move at the rhythm of it. “Pinkie, you’re a true underrated beauty.”

“Awww, thank you, you charmer!” Pinkie replied before coming to a freezing halt, turning around to find no one. “Wait a second, I’m the only one here! Who said that?” Silence followed and Pinkie shrugged. “Must be my tummy playing tricks on me again. Well, mister, you won’t get away with it! Triple chocolate dipped donuts before bed are sooooo good but they make you wake up all aching! Noooo sir, no more night snacks for you, hmph!” As she reprimanded her stomach she pulled down her panties, standing in the middle of her room completely naked. She dropped her discarded clothes in the hamper before moving to her closet.

She pulled out a fresh pair of simple white panties followed by a loose baby blue tank top that made a lackluster job of concealing her breasts. Even then, her nipples were clearly pressed against the fabric of the tank top and thanks to the cold, they were now erect. Uncaring of that fact, she moved to her bed and jumped on it, bouncing three times until she reached the other side of it; each bounce removing her covers to create a spacious opening for her to lay in.

“...This is filthy rich coming from me, but what she does is impossible!” Lone Soul muttered, not wishing to draw her attention again, even when he had no idea how she was able to hear him in the first place. She then reached out for the switch by her nightstand, turning off the lights.

“Goodnight Gummy!” She cried out, receiving only the echo of a wet slap at the other side of her bedroom.

Lone Soul smirked and watched her get comfortable. Before she could reach for her covers, he made his move.

Pinkie was ready to sleep when an invisible force shoved her to the side, making her roll onto her back as it pinned her hands over her head. The mare gasped and moaned while Lone thoroughly enjoyed the warmth and softness of her body. His hands caressed her belly, playfully pinching her extra fat and tickling her belly button. A third set of arms sprawled from his back aimed at her thighs and hips. He explored every inch her body had to offer.

His fingers danced in tandem all across her thighs, hips, waist, belly, and curves all the while the pink mare gasped for breath, oddly enough without much protest. After some time his curiosity was sated and decided to move to greener pastures.

“Or bouncier ones in this case,” he chuckled to himself as he slowly moved aside the bothersome tank top; all the while enjoying the wide blue eyes of Pinkie through the darkness of her bedchambers. The moment her breasts were free once more, he took a moment to admire the rising and falling twin hills of the mare. He then moved his face in between them and rested it against the valley of said flesh and blood hills, absorbing and enjoying her warmth; humming deeply as he heard the beating of her heart.

With his sentimental necessities fulfilled, he moved to fill his other more pressing needs. His hands encompassed as much as they could but her breasts were simply too big to hold with a single hand. He began to grope her soft-as-cotton candy tits in a slow, measured manner. His fingers sank into her, nearly threatening to break his focus and phase right through.

“Aaaaaahhhh!” She yelped, but not in fear. “Sorry Mr. Tummy, it wasn’t you!” She giggled and that made the invisible hands stop. “Hello there, Mr. Spirit. Nice to meet you!”

Lone Soul was stunned. There was no fear or confusion or surprise in her voice or her expression. She wasn’t even trembling. What’s more, she knew.

This is too good to be true! It’s not exactly what I was looking for but it’s a good start! Maybe I won’t be as lonely as I thought! He thought, excitedly. He opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out at first. He gathered his courage and willed himself to speak. “H-Hello? Can you hear me?” He asked in a sheepish tone.

“Not too well, that came out very fuzzy,” Pinkie replied. “Mr. Spirit, could you release my arms, pretty please? I promise I’ll be nice.”

Lone Soul flinched. Could he really trust her? If she had any sort of exorcising ritual or power then in his weakened state she could very well destroy him. Then again, she was Pinkie Pie, the mare that had memorized the birthdays of everyone in Ponyville and was ready and willing to make new friends anytime. down.

With a sigh, he let go of her.

“Thank you, Mr. Spirit. This will just take a moment, okay?” Pinkie said after her arms were released and quickly moved to clasp them. “Spirituum Oculae!” Her blue orbs shone with a light, yellowish glow for a moment and her mane flowed as if moved by an invisible wind. “Okay, Mr. Spirit, you can speak now.”

“...Are you some sort of Shaman? Medium? Spiritmancer?” He asked, impressed.

“My sister Maud is a Spiritmancer, but not me. I’m not strong enough to be one but I know a few tricks, incantations, and have a teensy bit of perception, enough to sometimes hear and see spirits, Mr. Spirit,” Pinkie replied. “Hi! I’m Pinkie Pie, but I guess you already know that, huh?”

Lone Soul was momentarily stunned, but he quickly got a hold of himself. “I wasn’t as off-course as I thought. You surprised me before, Pinkie, but I truly believed that was the extent of your perception. Wow, this is actually a bit awkward now. Do you want me to… stop?”

She giggled. “It’s not like I can truly stop you, right? You know… you’re not the first entity I’ve spoken to, but you’re the strongest one I’ve met,” squinting her eyes, she tried reaching out to him only for her hands to pass through his body instead. “I’ve never seen an actual Spirit in a corporeal form and you’re the closest so far, Mr. Spirit.”

“You can call me Lone Soul or just Lone, whatever you prefer, Pinkie,” curiosity plagued his mind for a moment and asked. “What do you see?”

“Only the fuzziest bluest fog I’ve ever seen, but I think I can see your eyes,” she tilted her head and looked at him directly in the eyes in an almost loving way. “Aquamarine. Such a pretty, nice color. You’re a good guy at heart… but you don’t have a heart anymore! Ghost joke!”

He chuckled. “And I thought my jokes were corny,” then, he huffed. “But… a good guy, me? I admit I’m not the worst out there but I’m hardly good. I mean-” he gave her breasts a couple of hard squeezes. “-get it?”

“That would be if I didn’t want you to do it, right? I’m not screaming or trying to get away, am I?”

“You got a point there, Pinkie,” he hummed. “Why aren’t you, though?”

“Pffft, pleeeeease. Dealing with spirits, ghosts, and other ethereal entities comes as second nature for the Pie family. My Granny Pie comes to visit sometimes! This isn’t the first time a spirit grabbed my boobies or spanked my booty,” she giggled. “Yeah, now I know that was you earlier. Lone, you’re so naughty!”

He grinned. “I’ll take it as a compliment, Pinkie… so, what now? This is quite different from what I had in mind and I am in dire need of a recharge, if you get my drift.”

“Then go ahead, Lone,” Pinkie said, beaming. “Getting molested by an entity is more fun when I can talk to them and it always feels chilly but so goooood~” she sang, licking her lips. “Now, come to Pinkie and pucker up, Lone. Gimme some sugar!” She exclaimed as she puckered her lips.

If I could blush I’d be on fire right now… huh, funny, I don’t recall ever having a kiss before, he thought, suddenly feeling nervous. Pinkie must’ve seen it because her expression morphed from enthusiasm to worry.

“Is something the matter, Lone?” She asked.

“To tell you the truth… I’ve never kissed a mare before as far as I can remember. I mean, I have kissed mares in the past, but not -- dammit, why is this so hard to talk about!?” He ranted, looking away in embarrassment.

“Lone… w-what do you usually do to regain energy?” Pinkie asked, sounding more worried this time.

“Play and force myself on sleeping mares?” He groaned. “It’s been a while, okay? I wasn’t the nicest of guys back in the day until I got my floating ass handed to me and… stuff happened. But I’m trying to be better than the stallion I was once. But I know not of another way to gather energy,” he confessed, sinking further in his embarrassment.

“You poor soul,” she said not in anger, pity, or condescension. Her voice was packed with sadness and kindness in equal measure. “I’ll let you in on a little secret, Lone. Most spirits use sexual fluids and acts because it creates a lot of energy. The more intense the emotion, the more energy you get, right?”

“Of course,” part of him wanted to snark at the irony of a living being expositing his own biology to him. But an even bigger part of him wanted to know what she had to say. “What of it?”

She lifted an index finger. “Well, most of the time the mares assaulted by spirits -- why is it always mares? Aren’t there any gay ghosts or female ones? Don’t you think it’s strange, Lone?”

“Pinkie, focus, please,” he deadpanned.

“Oh, right, right! As I was saying, most mares are either asleep or really scared, but when they’re awake you get more energy even when the pleasure is the same, right?” She grinned a full-wide Pinkie™ grin when his eyes widened. “Now, what if the mare was awake, knew what would happen, and wanted to help you out?”

“The problem would be that you are the exception rather than the rule, Pinkie,” he hummed. “How could I communicate with other mares without scaring them out of their minds?”

“Be creative, dummy,” she replied. “Just be nice and helpful!”

“But what if I like dominating them?”

“Why are you still listening to me, then, Lone?” She shifted a little, enough to push her chest up and against his hands; an open invitation to let him continue with what he was doing. “I want to help you, Lone. I can give you tips if you want, so you can better please mares and get more energy in return.”

“You would do that for me?” He asked, his voice slightly cracked. “Are you sure you’re the Element of Laughter and not Kindness?”

Pinkie nodded rapidly. “Lesson number one: kissing!” Closing her eyes after finishing her sentence, she puckered up her lips and awaited Lone to take her offer.

He moved forth to meet her lips, his cold, ethereal surface molding perfectly against her lush, soft, warm flesh. Almost instantly he felt a surge of energy and he greedily sucked it in, but Pinkie broke the kiss. “Nonono! Don’t do that! It feels nice but that will only drain any mare that doesn’t know what’s happening. Be gentler, enjoy kissing me, silly. Don’t treat me like a chore.”

Her words rang within himself, his mistake was clear and he found he was willing to learn. Nodding, not sure if she saw him do it, he moved in again. This time when their lips connected and the rush of energy invaded his senses, he avoided the temptation of sucking her dry. His hands got to work as well, resuming their groping, teasing, and kneading only this time he did so slowly, taking his time to get to know her body in more depth.

As he kneaded her breasts, he started to move them in circular motions and pinch her erect, hard nippled with his fingers. He twisted them and pulled at them without being too aggressive about it which caused the pink mare to let out a deep, guttural moan of pleasure. Her tongue seemingly coiled and swirled around something invisible but was in fact dancing with his own longer, slurping appendage.

It was a bit frustrating to have a bucketful of energy and having to drink it from a straw, but the more he did it the more he began to like it. It’s still too early to judge, but so far this is the best recharge I’ve ever experienced. That reminds me, he focused a moment to expand his hold and presence enough to link himself with his two clones. He didn’t know what they were doing but he could direct them with his newfound knowledge and whatever Pinkie would end up teaching him.

The kiss ended moments later and she giggled. “Woowie, my tongue and mouth tingle all over. Now, why don’t you take off my panties so we can get to lesson two?”

He replied in kind following her instruction using his second set of hands.

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-Fluttershy’s Cottage-

Dux tailed Fluttershy as she made her way to her bedroom after taking a late-night shower. He had taken every chance he got to caress, grope, and tease the shy pegasus as she performed her last duties of the day. A harmless spank here, a boob grope there, and no short amount of running fingers all over her body as she showered. Of course, the mare knew something strange was happening but he had been careful to not scare her too much.

He was surprised when upon entering her room, she tossed the towel she had been using into a hamper with the rest of her clothes. Instead of retrieving any form of night clothing, she merely stretched out and used her hands to inspect her body, gently caressing herself.

“Oh, pony feathers!” She cursed, stomping against the floor angrily, which resulted in a nothing more than a light tap. “I’ve gained two pounds.”

“And they went straight to your ass and tits, Fluttershy. Please, gain a little more weight if you will!” He exclaimed, approaching close enough to blow at her pink fleshy buds sitting at the end of her soft-as-clouds boobs. He smirked, pleased with himself when she shuddered and her tender nipples hardened, becoming erect.

“Tonight’s too chilly. I should head to bed straight away. There are many things to do tomorrow and lots of wonderful animals that need me to take care of them!” She said excitedly.

Dux followed her closely as she moved to her bed, each step making her entire frame jiggle with a hypnotic rhythm. There was no denying that she a goddess made flesh in many forms: kind to a fault, owner of a body that resembled that of a pagan fertility deity, not a single gram of extra fat was on her body, foal-bearing hips, juicy, big, round, firm breasts, an ass fit for worship.

“And I have you all for myself to play for the night~,” he sang, watching her climb onto her bed au natural. “No need to rush things. All things come in nicely. Here, I’ll even help you a little,” carefully, he brushed her temple, willing her to fall asleep faster than normal.

Fluttershy yawned, her eyelids weighing like boulders. It didn’t take long for her to hum and pleasantly moan as she entered dreamland.

Dux waited for a few minutes, subtly aiding her to fall into a deep, peaceful slumber that she’d be hard-pressed to wake up from. When he felt it was enough, he moved the covers away revealing the figure of the drop-dead gorgeous pegasus to him once more. He didn’t waste a second more and latched his hands to her frame. He traced his fingertips over her yellow skin, unafraid to press them as hard as his current condition allowed him.

He knew he was a clone and knew that his time and power had limits. “That doesn’t mean I can't enjoy myself,” he said as he began to spread Fluttershy’s legs open. He moved down her body, making sure to touch, kiss, lick, and trace his fingertips on every available inch of her skin. Each shudder, moan, and pleased whimper produced thanks to his icy, ethereal touch granting him a bit of energy; energy that he’d bring back to the original once his task was done.

“I can’t imagine how many stallions around town must have wet dreams thanks to your lewd body, Fluttershy. Don’t feel bad, baby, it’s not your fault~ I’ll be your guiding hand to properly enjoy everything you have to offer,” he said directly to her moistening pussy. He moved in to kiss her pearl while at the same time using his thumbs to open her up.

“Hmmmmhhmmm~” Fluttershy moaned in pleasure, her whole body shivering as more of Dux’s chilling touch spread across her body bringing nothing but wave after wave of pleasure to her sleeping form. “Mmmmmhhooooreeeeee~,” she moaned again, biting her lower lip.

“It seems you’re as needy as I am, Fluttershy. Looks like we’ll end up helping each other!” He said with a definite tone of humor in his voice, though that didn’t stop him from assaulting her pussy relentlessly. He made sure to give the mare a nice serving; his tongue plunging as deeply as he could make it without stretching her past her limits.

“RRaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!!!” She cried out, tongue lolled out. Her hips and legs were shaking uncontrollably whilst cumming right into the waiting mouth of Dux. Out of reflex, she tried to clamp her legs around his head in an effort to keep him glued to her crotch while she squirted into his maw, her nectar disappearing into ethereal essence as soon as it was consumed.

Dux’s entire being shuddered as he experienced the rush of energy filling him. Deciding to up his game and get a bit naughty with his entertainment, he began to lift Fluttershy a few inches above her bed, suspending her with his fresh supply of energy. When he was about to sprout a cock to fuck her with, he received the message sent by the original Lone Soul, containing both instructions and what had transpired with Pinkie Pie.

“Can it actually work?” Dux murmured. “My method has been working well so far… but the evidence is there. Hmmmm, she’s fast asleep already. Though I guess there’s no harm in waking her up. Even if her perception is low, I have enough power to at least manifest verbally,” nodding, he divided his arms at an elbow level to create a secondary set able to play with her breasts and caress her at the same time.

He knew that waking her too quickly would be dangerous, so as he smacked her ass, caressed her malleable, yellow skin, and played with her huge breasts, he sent small jolts of spiritual energy to slowly rouse her.

Fluttershy woke up moments later to an onslaught of pleasure rocking her body. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced as not just pleasure but a satisfying coldness touched and spread without discrimination all across her skin. Her senses were returning, slowly, as her vision also focused once more to see in the partial darkness of her bedroom.

She knew something was wrong when she lifted her hands but the pleasure and the cold sensations of someone, something touching not only remained but intensified. Next, she felt nothing stopping her from spreading her wings and finally she even began to feel a cold pair of lips kiss her own.

Her tiredness and comfort were thrown away as fear rose. She tried to break free from whatever she was keeping her aloft but quickly realized that there was no magic aura around her and yet she was levitating. “S-Stop! Who are you? Stop!” She pleaded and her attacker stopped for a second or two.

Then she laid witness of how her breasts were squeezed and groped, her flesh molding at the pressure of intangible, invisible fingers. The cold sensation of the touch brought her nothing but pleasure but her heart was racing with pure panic. She then felt a long, thin tongue coil and squeeze one of her hard, erect nipples before moving to the other one to repeat the process.

“STOP!” She shouted. “ H-Help! Help! Please, somepony! Anypony!” She shouted in pure terror, uncaring that the fingers caressing her skin, the hands groping her breasts, the tongue playing with her nipples, the mouths kissing her cheeks and nipping her neck were soft, caring, and gentle.

That didn’t matter, no matter how kind her assailant or assailants were, she didn’t want any of it. He wanted it to stop. “L-Let go of me, please! I don’t want this!” She cried out before seeing how her nipples were pressed together and then she felt a cold, pleasure-inducing kiss on them at the same time.

Her body was reacting to whatever was assaulting her since there was no pain, only pleasure and a cold, welcoming satisfaction. Her breathing was irregular and the growing hotness in her loins made her shed tears of frustration, fear, and desperation.

“Why can’t she hear me!?” Dux complained. “Fluttershy, please, stop screaming! Can’t you see I’m not going to hurt you?” He asked but all he got in return were more protests from her and cries for help. “Damn, I need to ask what should I do in this situation!” He focused on his link with the original Lone Soul and sent the message asking for aid along with his memories of the transcribing event. “There, that shou-u-u-uld, oh c-c-crud!”

That was the last he said as his entire being dissipated into the ether mere moments after. Once his presence was gone, Fluttershy fell on her bed. She was crying softly, breathing rapidly, and shaking from fear, but she was finally free. The coldness in her room also lessened considerably and she let out a huge sigh of relief. Grabbing her bedsheets, she wrapped herself in them, glad the experience was finally over.

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Dre was having a blast. Fortune smiled on him and his tailing of the Apple sisters had been brief. He had done nothing more than a few playful touches here and there before Apple Bloom, claiming to be sleepy, moved to her bedroom while the eldest sister remained chatting with her brother and sister-in-law about the farm.

He decided to follow the red-maned mare first and deal with Applejack later. In the confines of her room he had been rewarded with an unintentional spectacle: that of having the young mare check her body in front of a mirror. She struck several poses, cupped her breasts a few times, and only stopped to look disapprovingly at her wonderful set of tits.

“Did ya have to get so big?” Apple Bloom mumbled, cupping her breasts again as she glared at them. Checking at her sides, she noticed a few red imprints and hissed in pain when she touched them. Storming angrily at her drawer, she pulled out a bra and put it on. “Yup… same as always. Too darn tight.”

Dre smiled, seeing a shining chance to have some fun now that the young mare was distraught and angered at the same time. With the lightest caress of his finger over the clasp of her bra, it snapped free, falling to the ground. “There we go. Aren’t I just the most thoughtful guy you don’t know?”

“Great, now my bras are going to snap because of my rockin big titters,” letting out another groan, she continued. “Heeeeey, Scootaloo! Do you see how big Sweetie’s boobs are gettin’? I bet they absorb everything she eats, that’s why she’s so darn clumsy. How ‘bout we tease her a little about it?” She said in a sardonic manner as she stared at her reflection. “Way for that to come back and bite me in the flank. Now I also have tits the size of udders! Udders I say! Why are you so darn big!?”

With that last complaint, she moved to her sister’s drawer to pull out one of her bras. They were no different than hers in style: plain, simple, functional. They had no interest nor desire to try out some of the fancy schmancy ones made by Rarity that were so popular around Ponyville. Nevertheless, when she tried it on she let out a sigh of relief.

“See? This is all Ah ask of you, yah rotten pieces of vermin droppings! It ain’t fair, Applejack’s tits are only a bit bigger than mine but her bras fit me so nicely!” She cried, complained, and demanded in equal measure as she glared at her discarded bra.

Feeling bold, Dre approached with the intent of taking advantage of her emotional state. Positioning himself in front of her, he cupped her breasts and gave them a light grope. Apple Bloom didn’t seem to really notice what was happening but shivered at his cold touch. “Hey, Apple Bloom, I really like your huge boobs, beautiful. But if your bras don’t fit you, why don’t you buy more or have Rarity fix ‘em up? She does it for Sweetie Belle.”

Apple Bloom sighed and glared at her reflection. “Oh yeah, you numbskull, what a brilliant idea! Go to Rarity and ask her to fix my bras! Sweetie Belle would make fun of me as revenge for all those times Ah teased her. And buy new ones? They’re soooo expensive. Ah rather steal some from mah sister than do that,” she argued with herself but then blinked, looking around. “Huh… that’s strange. Ah must be really tired if my conscience starts to sound as if someone is talking to me.”

Taking off the bra, she returned to where it belonged alongside her discarded one. Giving her reflection and body a last examination she made her way to her bed.

Dre winced, feeling his essence fracture a little after pulling stunt. “Can’t afford to waste what little energy I have at my disposal. But that was--” he came to a sudden halt when he got the message and memories from the original Lone Soul. “Mmmm, I see. That does make sense, though I’m running on fumes here. Can I really afford to play nicely? The payoff would be quite substantial if I manage to achieve it.”

Nodding to himself, Dre floated on top of Apple Bloom, watching yawn and quickly stumble towards the land of dreams. To aid her in her travel and following the new discoveries that Lone Soul made, he caressed her skin as she laid on her bed, her covers untouched.

The cold, pleasurable teasing sensation that ran across her belly, chest, arms, thighs, and even her nethers didn’t disturb the apple farmer as she slowly but surely fell asleep. She had experienced similar encounters during her lessons with Zecora and her frequent trips through the Everfree and had come to partially enjoy those sensations. Even when her boobs began to move in a slow, circular way contrary to each other, she was too relaxed and too tired to protest or do anything about it.

“Cold… feels… cold… but good… mmmmhhmmm~,” she mumbled and moaned, her body trembling slightly in the process.

Dre squeezed her yellow, milky breasts; intentionally so to make her pointy nipples stand out more, like banners on top of a hilltop. He used his tongue to flick them from side to side and kissed her areolas in the process. Once he buried his face in the valley of her breasts, a dangerous gambit that nearly caused her to regain full consciousness. The amount of energy he was getting back was minimal but it was enough to regain what he had lost and even allowed him the chance to sprout more limbs for him to use.

“Apple Bloom,” he whispered.

“Hhhmmmmm~?” She replied, moaning.

“May I kiss you?” Dre asked, politely.

Apple Bloom puckered her lips, not really comprehending what was going on or if she was awake or already asleep. Dre took his chance and his lips captured hers in a cold embrace. He continued kissing, caressing, and groping her for half a minute as he felt her body temperature rising. Pulling back, he saw the panties she was wearing were now quite moist; nothing short of a banquet served only for him.

“Apple Bloom, you asleep yet?” Applejack asked as she entered the room only to witness her sister trembling in excitement, moaning, her breathing forced, and her breasts clearly groped by some unknown entity. “What in tarnation?” She asked, dumbfounded.

“Shit, shit, shit. I can’t believe I forgot about Applejack! What do I do? What do I do?” In a panic, Dre focused on his link with the original and sent him a message along with what he had learned so far. At the same time, though, he stretched out a set of arms towards Applejack in an attempt to hold her down for the moment by inducing drowsiness.

It never came to pass as his extra set of limbs stopped an inch before he could reach his objective, her breasts, and suddenly fragmented and then vanished into nothing. The rest of his body dissipated a moment later, giving him only enough time to do one last thing. “Heh… enjoy!”

With that said, he focused the rest of his energy into a singular burst when he kissed her clit.

“AAAAAAAAAAHHHH! YESSSS!” Apple Bloom moaned as her entire body jerked. Her back arched and she spread her legs wide while her hands grabbed the sheets of the bed with all her might. Her eyes snapped open at the incredible rush of pleasure she was now experiencing but her absentmindedness remained.

If her panties were stained before, now they were completely drenched alongside the bedsheets beneath her. Several gushing bursts of her marecum streamed out like a fountain, the force of their ejection allowing them to partially ignore the thin cotton barrier.

When it was over several seconds later, Apple Bloom’s body fell on the bed once more, still trembling as the afterglow of her intense orgasm swept through her body. She had no idea what had happened, all she knew was that she was satisfied and now it was time to have the best sleep she’d had in a long while. So satisfied she was that she ignored the voice of her sister.

“If yer gonna do that at least keep yer darn mouth shut!” Reprimanded the freckled mare, blushing hard after seeing her little sister cumming like that.

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Lone Soul was really enjoying his time with Pinkie. Eating out a mare wasn’t something new for him, but doing so while getting instructions on how to be better at it was different, in a good way. He could appreciate his rising skill and not just rely on using his precious energy to overwhelm a mare, if anything it was both handy and fun to learn.

Pinkie moaned and trembled in his embrace, her whole body shuddering as she guided him. “F-Faster! D-Deeper, Loney! Twist your tongue around at the same time you move it back and fo---YES! Like that!”

He wanted to chuckle but Pinkie was proving to be a very good (and overly enthusiastic) teacher. He had sprouted three extra pairs of limbs and two mouths as he serviced her whilst holding her lower half up in a semi-piledriver position that allowed him to really get going. One of his extra mouths was sucking at her left tit while the other was making out with her tender asshole. His multiple hands were groping the rest of her body; thighs, asscheeks, tickling her soles, and, of course, putting an extra emphasis on her breasts.

His hands played with her heavenly, cotton-candy soft pillows as a potter would play with clay. He squeezed and kneaded them, twisted, pinched, and pulled at her nipples but not always doing so for his own amusement. He suckled on them, his whole body devouring the delicious flowing energy her sexual pleasure produced, already recuperating a not small amount of it.

“I want to make you cum,” Lone said, kissing her clit. “You’re an excellent meal and a lovely mare, Pinkie. I can’t wait to see how much an--GGAAAAAHHHH!”

Pinkie stopped moaning when she heard Lone yelp in surprise and shock. “Lone?” She asked, worried, as the mist holding her up swirled chaotically.

Lone Soul felt his entire being thundering, as if being struck by a gigantic wrecking ball. The resultant pain felt greater than any other sensation he had ever experienced, comparable only to the time Cadance sealed him away. His mind was flooded with the memories of his two clones, and his consciousness collapsed under the impossible effort of managing his power on top of that.

For the first time since he had been alive, he felt his mind shut down. His extra appendages returned to him or dissipated into the ether, slowly breaking apart. Then, darkness came, his only respite was that, as he fell and Pinkie’s body hit the bed, his face came to rest in the valley of her breasts.

Pinkie felt the world around her twist and curl, her consciousness seeping out of her mind as the overwhelming presence of the spirit on top of her proved to be too much for her to withstand. A shockwave of cold, hard energy was enough to bring her down for the count.

Author's Note

Special thanks to anyone that read this!