The morning dew feels fresh in the air, few birds can be heard tweeting and only those who have work at an unholy early hour in the morning can be seen roaming the streets. The past two days have gone by in a blur, with me waiting for the sleazy bastard to come and take his money. It's not like i had much options, i had to get up early for work and explain the situation to Cookie (Who was very pissed, to say the least).

I had to talk to the boss and explain to him that i needed to take today off exactly because of this landlord problem, with me being constantly threatened to be evicted, and so he agreed with it. Seems like the old sailor does care for his workers, or at least doesn't want to keep hiring new ones too often.

My hoofs keep tapping on the ground as i wait in anticipation, the fucker not only scams me for my money buy also has to come at the earliest possible hour of the day, fuck him, i work early so i'm used to it, but it still is an asshole move on his part. Hopefully everything is going to go alright and i won't have to see his shit eating grin ever again.

As i wait impatiently for him to come, there is a small knock on my door, so quiet that if i wasn't sitting so close to it, i might have missed it. How the fuck is a pony supposed to hear that?

"Hello, this is Dirt Cheap speaking, I've come to collect my money, if you don't cooperate and open this door in the next five minutes, i will be calling the Royal Guard and evicting you by force."

Prick, he's in a fucking hurry to kick me out, isn't he? I don't let one minute pass before opening up the door and coming face-to-face with the sleaze ball. Here is the prick himself, beige fur and brown mane so sticky with hair cream that it looks like he used hayfry oil to comb it. What a disgusting horse.

"Oh, well, it seems like you're already awake, so let's get to business and pay up the rest of what you're due, otherwise i'll have to ask you to remove yourself from my property, sir."

"Good morning to you too, Dirt." i say with gritted teeth. He really knows how to piss ponies off, i swear. "This might come as a surprise to you, but i managed to get every single bit to pay you, just for today."

Dirty clearly isn't amused by what i said, giving me a quizzical look. To be fair, even i doubt someone could come up with that much money on that short amount of time, but fuck him.

"Oh, really? You got all the bits? All the parcels, every little single bit in these few weeks? Well, that's hard to believe, so show me."

"Oh yes, sir, i got everything. Turns out, i had a lot of gems stashed away in case of an emergency. Thing is, there are too many of them to bring outside and have you count them on the sidewalk, so why don't you come inside, and you can take them away from me, yes?"

"Ooooh, gems you say? Why haven't you said that before? Yes, yes, that's very good, i have another client who's very interesting in trading them for a profit. Show me the way, sir, so i may rid you of them."

Oh you poor naive bastard. Opening the door farther, i guide him inside and to the back of the house, where is located the
backroom where i stored the old furniture on the house. Opening the door, i enter first accompanied by the horse trailing behind me, showing him a room with no lights, no windows, coated in darkness.

"Here it is. Everything in here is yours now, mister Cheap."

"What is? I can't see a thing! Light up the room, sir, so i can count your gems! I bet you don't even have half of what you owe me!"

"With great pleasure!" says two voices right behind us, before two lights can be seen illuminating their half of the room, blinding the bastard momentarily, and when he's composed himself, he looks back at where he entered to find two unicorns standing guard.

"What the- You two!"

Standing right in front of the only door in the room are Ollie and Load, horns shining brightly, locking the door and glaring at Dirt Cheap. Turns out i'm not the only one he scammed, and they want retribution.

"Well hello there, if it isn't out dear landlord. You know, its been awfully convenient that you've never came back to talk to us after selling us the house. Why would that be hmmmm?"

"What is the meaning of this? I suggest that you-"

"Maybe its because the house had none of the things you promised to us, hon? Where's our rotating bed?"

"Now listen here-"

"We were supposed to have mirrors on all the walls on the room too!" Ollie approaches the sleazy pony, cutting him off and then poking him with his horn.

"Yeah, and a bathroom with transparent walls!" The other adds, also poking him in the chest, pushing him backwards.

"I don't appreciate-"

"You know, we might be filthy rich, but it doesn't mean we like being robbed of our money. So tell us, Dirt, where's our glass cabinet to hold all our toys at hmmmm?"

Being constantly shut off, the prick walks backwards until he hits something with his rump, on somepony to be exact, a certain older looking donkey sitting on a dusty couch, who lights a candle on a small table right next to her, then smiles down on the poor scared stallion.

"Hello dear, how are you doing? It's been a while, hasn't it? It almost feels like ten long years have passed, and you haven't even though of come to visit this poor aging lady. Where are your manners, honey?"

"Umm..."

Moving her hoof to the side of the couch, she holds onto a metal bat and smacks it into her other hoof, then her smile fades and is replaced by the biggest frown i hope to Celestia is never directed at me.

"You owe me a thousand bits, cabrón."

Surrounded by all sides by a gathering of very angry creatures, the stallion in the middle whimpers and puts his tail between his legs. Scared beyond his wits, he starts shouting at us, spinning and pointing at each one of us.

"You can't do this to me! This is extortion! I'll call the guards on you, on every single one of your despicable creatures! They'll arrest you, you'll live your miserable lives behind bars! You'll-"

Is all he could say before coming face to face to a floating pony with white fur, grey mane and black eyes, standing there ominously, giving out a cold aura that makes the hairs on his fur stand on edge, not breaking eye contact.

"Boo."

In that moment, i thought that if not for his unfortunate name and sleazy habits, Dirt Cheap could have had a great future as an opera singer.

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This day off turned out great, i got a whole day to rest from work, i got myself a bottle of wine to enjoy with a book I've been meaning to read for a while now, i have the company of this translucent girl to share this evening with and i don't stink for once.

Oh yeah, and we scared Dirt Cheap so bad he dropped the entire payment plan for my house, essentially giving it away for free.

Now this is what i call solving a problem, gonna scratch that off my list of on-going issues so i can start enjoying life again. All i need to do now is deal with Cookie; the lusty co. said that their research is going to come to a close very soon, so i won't have to worry for too long. Until then, i'll give her company, as per her request.

It might sound odd of me to say, but i'm actually enjoying her presence as of late. Her slightly grown-up form is way more calm, as in not waking me up in the middle of the night nor trying to shove her filly bits on my face calm. Sometimes it feels hard to expel the lewd thoughts going on my head, but with her behaving like a well-mannered little filly, i can feel a semblance of normalcy in this house. I'll miss her once she's gone, just a little bit.

Speaking of which, she's sitting- yes, sitting, not floating- next to me on the sofa while i read this story for us both. It's a bit chilly, but i got a warm blanket over me, so being near to her for long doesn't bother me, and it isn't as annoying as when she was a screaming little ice cube. This is very cozy, just laying there and enjoying the evening together.

Flipping through a page and reading it out loud, Cookie scoots a bit closer to me. Then a little bit more, then again and again, until we're touching bodies, with this blanket separating us both. I look at her, and surprise surprise, she's looking directly into my soul.

"Yes? Is there a problem?"

"I feel cold."

No shit, you're a ghost. "Want me to light up a candle or something?"

"No, it's ok."

I look at her with uncertainty, then mutter "Alright" before going back to the reading. This time, i get a few minutes of quiet reading unmolested before she starts rubbing against me. I stare at her quizzically and all she does is stare back at me and shrug. Well, ok i guess, somepony's feeling a bit feely-touchy. I go back to the book at hoof, but it doesn't take long before i'm assaulted once again, but this time she lifts the covers and sneaks in it and huddles up to me.

"Hey, hey! Chill, chill! You're cold, don't get that close!"

"Mister, i'm cold. I wanna stay here, please?"

Fuck, she's giving the pleading eyes. Ugh, curse her and her adorableness. Whatever, she's only staying here for so long, so let her enjoy her time as best as she can.

"... Alright, alright, you can stay. This time."

She smiles at that, and this time actually goes to look at the book. It feels a little bit strange to not be stared at after all this time, being the center of attention of this filly for so long. She starts flipping the page herself, so i don't have to read it out loud anymore, i just focus on my own. A shiver goes up on my neck when she rests her head on me. It's been a long time since I've been this comfortable around somepony before...

This time our roles switch, while she's looking at the book i in turn look at her. Her soft fur is pressing against mine, delicate hoofs crossed holding half of the book while i hold the other half, short soft breathing going in and out of her nostrils, and her head leaning against me. Celestia, she's really pretty when i start to think about it... Even though her body temperature is negative, heat spreads through my own. What i wouldn't give to have a pretty marefriend like her just cuddling up to me on a chilly night... I better calm down, i don't want to let last few nights of existence be with a creep ogling her.

The filly is insatiable, however, because it doesn't take long before she starts rubbing more and more against me. This is getting uncomfortable for me, but i stay silent on the matter. Just let the filly enjoy her last moments in peace... Her sides, her hoofs, and now even her neck and head are cuddling up to me, like she has an itch that won't go. And then starts breathing pretty deep and hard from her mouth. Uh...

"Missy, are you ok...?"

It's all i can mutter before her neck cracks, rotating to look me directly into my eyes and pouncing me onto my side and holding me down. What the tartarus, where did she get all that strength?

"It feel so cold, mister. So, so, so cold. It itches, it hurts, it pricks, it burns all over."

Shit, something's wrong! Her voice is echoing all over the room, and i can't move! Her little hoofs are holding me in place, i can't budge! Her fur is starting to get more and more transparent, is she reversing back?!

"I'm so lonely, mister. It's been so long since I've felt another pony's heat. Another's heartbeat. It feels so cold."

"Cookie, what's going on?! What do you want?"

"I want your heat inside of me."

"What?!"

She flips me on my back and gets atop of my belly, lays down on me and rubs herself all over my body, her eyes losing the white irises that she had and are replaced with pitch black eyes.

"I want to feel your heartbeat, i want to feel you pulsating inside of me. I want to feel again. I want to feel heat. I'm so cold."

Rubbing her chest against me, her head right above my heart and her rump on my crotch, she's sucking up my warmness. Shit, what came over her?! Is she trying to sap me? This isn't the way i thought i was going to go!
Breathing through her mouth, she's taking her damn time feeling me up, trying to suck up as much heat as she can. When she has had enough, she lifts up and sits on her haunches right on my sheathe and rubs her crotch on it, giving me a full view of her private parts. I'd crank up my body to try and pry her off me, but my limbs are stuck to the ground. Shit, they i can't feel them! Did she freeze me on the ground?!

She's rotating her pussy slowly around me crotch, dampening it and sucking dry my heat, her flat crotchboobs with their nipples erect standing right above it. If not for the threat of my life, i'd be enjoying this view, although it seems that my penis does not care very much for that and decides to say hello to its wet friend. Slowly coming out from its hiding place, she grinds on it, going up and down as it grows in size, smearing her juices all over it.

When it gets to a full mast, she starts using it as a scratching pole for her pussy, grinding on my medial ring on clit, the little button refusing to hide inside of her as it frictions on me as her bottom practically kisses me penis and coats it as much as possible in lube, preparing me for whats to come.

"Cookie? Cookie?! Listen, i'm sorry for what i did, i didn't mean to harm you, i admit that I've crossed the line before, but please, don't suck my life out! We'll be able to save you in a few days, i promise, but don't kill me!"

"I don't want you dead. I want you. Inside me."

Is all she says before devouring my cock with her lower lips. Everything went in on one go, medial ring and all. She's certainly grew up, before, i had to force to get everything to fit. Is that what she wants, sex? Then why is she being so weird about it, and why's she making me feel so goddamn cold inside? Is some sort of ghost instinct waking up inside of her? Shit, i hope i can get out of this safely.

She grabs on to my hind hoofs, rigid from the ice that's keeping them on the ground, and stands up using them as leverage so stay on her own two hoofs, keeping the tip of my penis inside her. With how translucent she's becoming, i can actually see it through her belly, the tips there, i can see me cock inside of her. When she feels she's stable, she lowers herself down on my member, engulfing it whole again. There it is, i'm inside her, all the way... My dick shouldn't be possible to go all that deep inside a filly, this is bizarre.

Losing her balance, she falls on my chest with us two still connected to each other. She hugs on tight onto me and starts lifting her rump up and down on me, her tight little hole expelling her juices mixed with my pre-cum out of her from the lack of space that there is with me filling her insides whole. My body is restricted, so even though my hips are screaming to help pound her little rump, i can't do a thing but cringe . It seems as that emotions is being conveyed through my face, because she looks at me and seems to understand what's wrong.

"Don't move. Don't waste energy, your heat is all mine. Fill me with it, make me feel whole again."

Putting her front hoofs on the ground besides me, she gets some leverage and starts pounding, no, smacking my hips with hers with an unholy speed that I've never seen before. Shit, not even when i'm into the mood i can move that fast, what is this?! My dick has no time to process that it's halfway out of her before being slammed down inside her cold nethers, she's practically milking me out like a pumping machine!

The most wet of sounds echoes through the room alongside our labored breath, her crotch meeting mine splashes our juices onto the floor and our bellies, her pussy kissing my hips with each thrust leaving its shape on me with sticky goo as it comes out of her, my medial ring feels like its being toyed with, being squeezed out of her tight entrance, having a millisecond of breathing room then being pumped back in again with no space to breathe, it's being frantically rubbed against her lips, going in and out more then her insides.

But the most overwhelming part is on my head, my flare is being crushed by her walls. There isn't a single spot that isn't being hit on, her tight canal is squeezing down on it like it wasn't supposed to be able to fit there, and it most likely isn't, but Cookie gives me no mercy and pushes it into her deepest part with no remorse. It feels less like i'm pushing her insides and more like her insides are pushing on me, squeezing me as tight as it can. The underside of my flare is being held onto, my urethra is leaking non-stop and mixing with her own lubrificant, its coating my cock in a lewd concoction that's making me tingle super hard.

And, at the very center of her, where only the top of my flare can touch, i can feel it, faintly, a small localized heat. It isn't my dick's, there's something very small and hot inside of her, kissing the head of my cock with every push as if it was coaxing my own out of me. I can't handle this, i'm going to cum soon! Every little millimeter that my flare expands, it increases the amount of area i can feel her clamping down on me, this is too much-

"Give me everything. Spurt your hot goo inside of me, i want to feel you, i want to be with you, now and forever, you won't ever leave me. Your heat will help me live."

I cum- hard, the hardest I've come in my entire life, i shoot a load, a single long string of load inside of her, that doesn't stop going and going. I think my balls are emptying out, because i'm not stopping, after a spurt ends, another comes to fill more and more of her, none of if seems to erupt outside of her, like she's swallowing it all up. My flare is coated in my jizz, its being squeezed up even further, i can't handle this! This is too mu-

"You're mine. Let's be together, always."

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I open my eyes. I dreamt of it again. I've been every night, for the last month. The next morning after that happened, i woke up alone, on the floor. It seems like i passed out from the experience, it was too rough for me to handle. Cookie, really gave me a scare that night, i wasn't able to get up for a few hours after going lucid. When i could, i drank some water, and walked to Maria's house. I didn't want to be alone.

I told her that something bad happened to me and Cookie, but i didn't want to explain what, just that we needed a day away. She pushed and pressed on, but i wasn't having any of that. If anything, i wanted to forget about it. She didn't like it, but it seems like she could see how scared i was, so it was left at that.

I went to work, came back home, to find the house was empty. Sure, i was scared shitless from that night, but i couldn't feel worried for the little filly. I thought "Maybe she needs some time away again" and just went to sleep. It was only a week later that i realized that something felt wrong. No longer i could feel the usual chill on the house, nor any eyes prying at my back when i wasn't looking. Was she still there at all?

Later, the boys came and had their spell ready to banish her. But, we really couldn't find her, no matter how hard we tried or called for her. They spent a whole week bunked in there waiting for her to arrive, but no dice. When they eventally grew bored of it, they told me that when she shows up, i could call them. But before i let them go, i told them that she acted bizarre before disappearing, then asked if there's any way a ghost can grow aggressive.

Consulting the book again, they came to the conclusion that a ghost on the level of a little filly really couldn't do any harm to anypony besides lowering the temperature surrounding them and going through walls. I pressed onto them, this shouldn't be all, there had to be something. Going through the tome one last time, they said that there's not really any dangers that could be had with her...

...Unless she had been fed life energy. Apparently, the undead crave for that. The more they get that, the closer they get to feeling to how they were back when they were alive, and the more they're fed, the more they grow dependent on it, lashing out if not being given more of it.

... I didn't have the courage to tell them what that entails, or what I've done with her in secret. I really seems like i was affecting her when i did those things to her. I don't know if it was for the best or worse, because she up an disappeared. Wherever she is, i hope she's ok, and that i didn't harm her in the process. I feel bad for her, it's the second time I've messed up some poor filly's life.

As much as i'd like to stay here and mope on my own misgivings, i have to work to feed myself and go through another day with this depression. Life's normal now, as normal as it gets in this neighborhood, and while it is for the best, i feel like the changes and things I've done aren't making me less sad about life. This is what i deserve, after all.

As i'm pouring myself a cup of hot coffee, i hear the doorbell ringing. Better go look who it is. Maybe it's Maria, she's still helping me with the food situation somedays, bless her heart. Trotting to my front door, i open it, but instead of finding an aging donkey, i find... Who's this? It's a unicorn filly with a very light pink coat and dark mane.

"Hey, pops! How's it goes? Ooh, is that coffee i smell? I want some too!"

"What the, hey-"

Who's this girl? She shoves me aside and enters my house, goes to the table in the kitchen and starts drinking from my cup! Who the heck has that kinda nerve!

"Hey! Little girl, i don't know who raised you, but you shouldn't go entering strangers house, drinking their stuff, i should go call-"

While she sits there, sipping on my drink, as a cloud goes by outside, diminishing the sunlight pouring through the kitchen's window, making the room darker, and there i see this filly's coat turn from pink to translucent white, her eyes from green to black with white irises, peering at me, unmoving, focused.

"-Call... call... your, parents... Cookie?"

"Yeah, it's me! Sorry for going away a while, i wanted to explore the city! It's been so long since I've been able to go out and look at ponies! Oh, did you know? They opened up an ice cream store in the corner down the street! It's so yummy! Can you take me there next time you're free?"

"... I thought you were gone... Are you, alive?"

"Hmmm, i don't know, mister! I feel alive, but there's a little bit of cold growing in me. I missed how hot you make me feel inside. But i won't have to worry about being alone anymore! I'm staying with you here, forever! So... Don't leave me, alright? I don't want to feel cold anymore."

The house feels chilly again, the pressure in the air that hasn't been there returned, and the ghost is back. I really hate freeloaders. But i think this one is here to stay.

Author's Note

That's the end folks! I have some extra chapters planned, but i won't be publishing them until i feel a bit better at writing, so this story is considered finished. Thanks a lot for everyone who liked and commented on it!

I have a few more stories planned out, so keep an eye out if you liked this one! I'll take a short break beforehand though, so until then!