Malady and Freeloader

A string of loud noises ring on my kitchen as i scramble to get everything in order, the kettle is whistling, the water is boiling and i'm shuffling to find plates to put on the table. With enough begging, i managed to get my boss to agree to pay me in advance, but to make up for it I've been trying to do some favors here and there before my shift starts. It's hard work, but it'll keep me afloat.

Turning off the stove, i pour my coffee and peel off the boiled eggs. My food has taken a hit due to my situation, having to get instant coffee and hard tacky bread to go alongside eggs so that i won't go to work on an empty stomach, the same trio for dinner, sometimes with some hay on the side or an fruits that my (saintly) neighbor donkey would give to me. Heck, everyday she'd prepare a modest lunch so that i could bring to work and not ogle at my co-workers food.

I don't mind eating "boring" food, not after being in the navy, but i have to admit that the extra taste really does bring a pep on my step. While eating, i try to listen for sounds on my other neighbor's house, the horny duo. They've been awfully silent these past few days, and this worries me. I didn't expect them to take this long to find and read a book, but what do i know about magic. The filly is another extra big problem on my growing list of things to do and i'd like it checked already.

Speaking of which, i can feel a cold breeze on my neck, and then the fur, her fur.

"Dad cooked better then that..."

"Well, i don't exactly have the best of ingredients as of now, and it's not like you can eat this stuff anyways. It would most likely fall right through your belly, and then i'd have to clean up that mess too."

She giggles softly at that. I actually don't know if she can eat stuff or not, i'm going mostly by intuition. She keeps growing up, she grained some height since our last... incident... and so has her mane and horn. Her voice is less squeaky too, I've noticed, since she's been able to stay in the mornings for longer and quip at me. I don't know what to think of that, nor of our co-existence.

I feel sick that i'd went and done it again, but less so this time, maybe because she instigated me. I mean, that's still wrong, that's the same thing the first filly did and it doesn't excuse me, with her enjoying it or not. To be frank, i'm starting to feel numb from all of this. I don't think i'm a perverted bastard that goes growing boners from every filly flank i see on the street, neither that i'm making my little partner suffer either, it didn't take a day for her to come back to haunt me in the mornings.

I know that what i'm doing is wrong, I've been taught that and i know the reasons as to why. But the more i dwell on it, the more i realize i'm practicing the fine art of walking on the fine line between "That's fucked" and "What the fuck". Helping her move on will be better for her so that she can... I don't know, go visit her grandparents in the aether? Sounds better then to be shackled to this house; and i can go back to live my life without worrying about fillies presenting themselves to me.

Munching on my hard, cold bread, the little ghost moves from floating on my back to dragging a chair next to me and sitting there, looking at me. It doesn't matter how much she grows, she always does that, and it's starting to grow on me.

"You're working a lot. More then dad did. He had to work a lot because he had me to feed, ever since mom went away. But i don't eat so much anymore! So why are you working so hard?"

Not as much? She doesn't eat, period, she's dead. Isn't she aware...?

"Because some jerk is trying to kick me outta the house, and i need money."

"What?!"

Utterly shocked, the little fuzzball goes from surprised to sad to panicked in a short span of time.

"But you can't go! You're my friend!"

Jeez, she's really alarmed. Seems like Maria was right, she must be lonely out here by herself. Putting my hoof on her head, i rub it slowly to calm her.

"Don't worry, i'm not planning on going away. The prick who sold me the house found out i wasn't scared by you, so he's trying to kick me out by other means. But i'm getting the cash, so i'm staying."

Calming down, either by my words or my rubbing, she looks relieved at me.

"You better stay... We still need to play more. I just need to find where dad hid my dolls at so we can have a tea party!"

Ouch, this is the saddest thing i think I've ever heard. I don't know if telling her about my plan is a good idea, better let her stay happy and unaware of the situation. How can she be aware of sexual stuff and not the fact that her remains must have already rotten away, i'll never know.

"Sure... I'll play with you when you find them. I promise you."

Now that smile has sweeten my meal. If only she stayed pure like that, i wouldn't mind her that much. Taking my final bite, i start cleaning the table, with some help from my little assistant, the morning passes on with small banter between us, as i wait for the time i have to go on an early shift. Funnily enough, she disappears once again when i leave the house, barely at 11 in the morning. Seems like that even with her new-found growth, she can sustain her body for only so much time before going Celestia-knows-where.

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Returning home from a long shift at work, a wave of cats attracted to my smell follow me back, no matter how much i try shooing them away, they follow me like i'm their caretaker, or a box of sardines. One of these days they'll start tasting me and then eating chunks of my flesh and it'll be how i'll go, not in combat like i imagined, but eaten by a group of stray cats. What a fitting ending.

Arriving on my street, i go to the richies house instead, and bang on their door. I know its rude to be on somepony's door this late, but i know they fuck at these hours too, so it doesn't phase me. That, and they've kept me in the dark about their progress and i want some damn answers. I ring the bell, i pound on their door, and even grab a kitty and use it to scratch and plead at their footstep, but to no avail. Great.

Entering my own place - making sure that all the cats stay outside - i go grab a cup of coffee for the night. I know i shouldn't be drinking this late, but it's either this or plain water. Sitting down, sipping some murky tasting concoction, my hoof stars tapping on the floor, my anxiety growing little by little. Shouldn't be worrying, they're doing their thing. At least i hope they are. Fuck me they better be.

There's an impact on my side, accompanied by a chilly sensation on my fur. Always one to starve for attention, she is.

"Hello! Why are you sad?"

"Hey missy. I'm not really sad, i'm just worried."

"What about? Is the prick who wants to throw you away being mean again?"

"No, it's not that, and language! Where did you learn that word?"

"From you!"

Shit, better watch my fucking potty mouth around her.

"It's just the boys next door. They promised me something, and they've been taking too long, i'm starting to worry about how long they'll take."

"No way! I didn't think that they were meanies too! What did they promise you?"

"A book. Well, they said that they would read it for me so that they can explain magic stuff to me, i'm no unicorn, so i can't really tell what's what on those."

"Oh, a book! They bought a home back some days ago! Let me show you!"

Taking her hooves away from my side, she floats on the air and goes to my western wall, passes halfway through it and hangs in there.

"Hey, hey! What are you doing? What did i tell you about spying on others?"

"It's okay! They won't mind! I just want to show you their book! It's very pretty, it has all sorts of pictures on the covers, it's sooooo cute!"

Trotting from where i was sitting down, i get closer to her, and while i can hear her voice, it's a just a tad muffled. Thin walls and their privileges, i guess. Talking her down from peeping on someone's house uninvited, she floats from place to place, trying to find the book. She only stops when we go upstairs, where she got herself inside my rooms closet.

"That's enough little missy! I'm not your dad to have to tell you to stop doing that!"

"It's around ehre somewhere! I know of it! Just me look a bit more!"

"Nope, enough is enough, you're getting out of there! And you better apologize to the boys if you end up seeing them, you hear?"

Grabbing her tail with my mouth, i pull her back into my side, expecting her to plop in here, but it's damn hard to. What is she doing?

"Waaaaait just a bit! I can find it!"

Great, she's resisting, must be holding in the wall with her hooves. I keep pushing her to no avail, she's damn strong for someone her size, this is damn frustrating. Then, i get a thought crosses my mind, one that i should have thunk of right when she started doing this. Lifting my hoof, i bring it down on her flank, making a slapping sound on it. Her grunting stops, and so does the pushing on her side. Good, i got her attention.

"Now missy, get out of there, because if you don't, i will slap your butt silly!"

"...Not even my dad slapped me! I'm not getting out of here!"

"You brought this upon yourself."

Bringing my hoof down on her flank again and again, i give her a few seconds after every smack to see if she'll behave and come back here. Maybe i shouldn't be doing this to a filly since i'm not her dad, but i doubt there's anypony more qualified then me around to do this. After a whole minute, she's starting to really get on my nerves, she's more stubborn then a mule!

Grabbing a cloth that's hanging on a wire coat, i twist it before unleashing its destructive power on her rump, making her yelp.

"Have you had enough?"

"... *Sniffle* ... No."

Fuck me, is this kid for real? Do i really need to get my vacuum cleaner out? Her flank's turning from a white shade to a pinker one, and... She's wet. Not like pee wet, she's wet wet... Is she getting off to this? Seriously? I'm starting to see a trend where she makes me lose my shit every single time. So she wants to behave like a brat? I'll treat her like a brat.

"This is my last warning, will you come outta there?"

*Sniffle* "No!"

"You asked for this."

I put my hooves on the wall right above her to support my height and push my hips on hers. While my dick isn't completely erect or out of my sheathe, its head is prodding at her vulva and spreading its lips. Dragging my hips up and down on her, i rub myself on her, increasing her wetness and spreading it across both of us, making me grow more and more, making me have to arch back so that there's space for it to expand.

It seems like this has gotten her attention, gyrating her butt on my dick while giving out an occasional peep from the other side, for somepony who's a little brat, she's quick to get down to business. Once i'm completely erect and out, i put my member under her to try and gauge how far in i can go inside her. No dice, my cock hits the wall at around mid length. Shit, the tip will have to make do.

If i can make it fit in, that is, i don't know if someone her... age? might have enough space for my entire girth; when i put my tongue inside of her it felt very tight. I'd be second guessing myself if not for the fact that she's trying to hump my member impatiently. She wants it, i'll give it to her.

Aiming the tip of my flare on her small entrance, i try pushing in only to be met with an awfully tight resistance. She won't let me drag her out and now she won't let me drag me in, one of those has to give and it'll be her pussy. Leaning in the wall, i push my hips harder and harder on hers, making an awfully high pitched noise from the ghost, as i try to fit my grown stallionhood on her smaller, inexperienced fillyhood.

I'm so focused on getting into the nirvana that is her hole that when i do finally manage to slip inside of her with a very loud pop, i accidentally get my entire cock inside of her, medial ring and all. Yeah, i'm hilting her. Through the wall. I think that as long as i'm inside her it counts as being part of her, so it goes through it. Shit, is she ok?

"Hey, missy? Are you ok?"

The only response that i get is a very quiet whimper. Maybe i should pull out... But before i can do that i'm hit with another gush of filly cum all over me. She's spurting again, three times in a row. I think that's a good enough signal for me to keep on going if i say so myself, it seems that being a ghost makes you very malleable.

Dragging my erection out, i find difficulties in getting past my halfway point, her insides are like a pump that are keeping me locked in place. This is fine, too. Shuffling back and forth inside her, the coldness in her seems to be lesser then before, much to my pleasure. I can feel my flare scraping her vaginal walls mighty, she's so tight that it feels i'm being milked by a machine. While doing this, i stay alert for any noises she could potentially make, just to be sure that she isn't dying for a second time on me, that'd be awkward.

The only things that can be heard from her are primal grunts and whimpering, however. She's contracting a lot around me, her first experience might be too much for her, she's griping on my for dear life, as she squirts small quantities every once in a while. I don't feel like i can last too much like this, its too intense.

Giving her hindquarters some slow, long lasting thrusts, i shoot my load inside of her. Some of it is flowing out of her and mixing with her own cum, making a lewd soup that's sticking us both together and on the floor. Once i get soft enough, i pop out my medial ring while keeping the head inside, trying to scrape by the last few remains of pleasure while she keeps shooting more and more even when i'm finished. Jeez, she has a lot of that, how much has she been drinking?

As we lay there huffing and puffing, her legs start kicking the wall frantically. What, did something happen to her?

"They're here, they're here! They're in the house, i can hear them!"

"What? Where are they? Can you get out?"

"They're downstairs!" Says the ghost as she uses her hind legs to push herself out. Uh... She's still there.

"... I'm stuck."

What. How?

"You're a ghost, you phase through walls, that's your thing!"

"I can't, help!"

Well now, it finally came to bite her in the ass.

"You scared they're going to find you, missy?"

"I don't want them to think that i'm a peeping tom!"

Time to administer the proper punishment.

Seeing that i'm still inside of her, i got an idea that jump started my dick again, and i bet she can feel it. Putting my hooves on the wall again, i push my member inside of her until the medial ring point, which i can't seem to fit in anymore, and proceed to go back and forth.

"What are you doing?! They'll be able to hear me!"

"Then you'll have to be good, quiet little filly, won't you?"

"You can't do that you mea-" *moan*

Squirting. Nope, she can't tell me otherwise anymore, this filly is perverted as all tartarus. This time, i have no qualms on going harder on her, pounding her soft insides as hard as i can and slapping her ass once in a while for good measure, making a mess of her, as it can be deduced from her non-stop squeaking and moaning.

"Ple-eeeeease, i'm *squeak* sorry, i'm *ha* sorry, i'm sorry *ha*"

"This is what you get for being an unruly filly, now you'll be found out in the boys closet having sex halfway inside their house."

"What?! No no no no no i'm sorry no no -"

More filly cum. I may discovered her fetish. Capitalizing on this new found knowledge, i keep pounding away at her butt, giving no ear to her protests, behave like a lil prick, you get what you deserve. That is, until i hear her say:

"They're *squeak* here! They're here!"

"Then you better keep your voice down filly."

Instead of the usual lewd sounds being heard, there's a small muffling in the room, she must be trying to keep it in. Too bad far her, i want more. Grabbing a hold of her tail with my mouth, i pull it from her rump, making her voice slip by a little bit before going back to loud muffling. This time, i can hear faintly two other voices coming from their house:

"Hey Ollie, do you remember where we kept that toy at?"

"Which toy hun, you gotta be more specific."

It seems like this is scaring my poor little girl, since her walls are getting tighter and the two little hooves next to me are kicking like crazy. I'll give a firm hoofing on her flank to make her stop.

"Oh, that one. I think we put it on the closet, why don't you go check?"

"Right, it was there! Let me look!"

Anticipation fills me, we might actually get caught... but honestly, my dick doesn't really care, and he's in charge, keep dicking the filly. Damn, she's getting tight.

"Wait, no, i remember throwing it on the toilet after we tried doing that with the tequila bottle. I'll go check there isntead."

"Are you sure? I say that it's in the closet."

"Oh, there you go again, mister know-it-all, you're never wrong are you?"

Their bickering might be amusing to some, but right now it just serves to fuel my loins, this filly is claspping my member so tightly that i won't be able to move anymore, damn! I'm going to cum inside this filly soon!

"You're always bossing me around like this, you know? Sometimes it feels like i'm just somepony you use for instead of love... That's so fucking hot, i'll go grab the dildo in the closet, and you better slap my face silly with it."

"You're the best bitch I've ever had, Load."

Fuck, i'm cumming! Pushing in as deep as i can, i shoot another hot load of cum inside the little ghost, i loose my footing and fall down, with my dick being wrapped so hard inside of her that i actually push her to my side, managing to free her and getting her on my closet, right in the nick of time.

"Aha, there it is! Wait, what's this damp spot here? Ollie, did you do this?"

"Do what? Stop running your slutty mouth on stupid shit and get down on me."

Silencing the stiff filly with a hoof, we wait until the voices are gone until we let out our ragged breaths, only for my flank to get assaulted by yet another tidal wave of ectocum. Damn, she's a gusher. At least she didn't pass out this time. Wait, my dick is still stuck inside of her. I try to get it out, but my flare is too big and her lips too small, i have to grab her upper body to try and pull, and when i finally manage to remove myself, it makes the loudest popping sound I've heard from somepony's pussy, with a huge strand of my cum connecting both ends. Her rump's fur went from white, to pink, to white again, courtesy of me.

This wasn't the kind of action i was expecting to receive after work, i'm done. Zero energy. None, nada, nichts. I might just fall asleep here, with this cum-coated filly in my hooves. Yeah, this seems fine. Pulling her in a slightly chilly hug, i pass out, but not before hearing her utter one final word:

"Meanie..."