Ghost Lusters

Over the last year, you’d grown accustomed to entering the dream world through the grand entrance of Luna’s royal palace. As thestrals sounded trumpets and tossed flower petals, the gracious ruler of the night would greet you with a passionate kiss, then personally escort you to your custom built breeding chamber. This was a decadent hall full of lovely music, tinkling fountains, and a glorious heart shaped bed beneath a ceiling mirror. It was in this bed where you would romantically impregnate thousands of Luna’s bat-pony servants over the course of each seemingly endless night.

Thus, it came as quite a surprise when you drifted away into a lucid dream, only to find yourself still lying in your own empty and decidedly not heart shaped bed. The cozy covers atop that bed had vanished, and your well teased erection surged with strength, bobbing up and down and dribbling a river of precum onto your chest.

The supermoon of Nightmare Night beamed down on you through the bedroom window, pale and terrifying. You began to shudder, and your sense of misgiving only increased as a glowing yellow mist began to seep through the windowpane and swirl about the room!

“A-Applejack?” you cried out. “Rarity?” You called out for protection from your strong, heroic wives. Your body was seemingly frozen to the spot, yet your erection bounced and danced happily with every swirl of the strange mist. “Pinkie? B-Big Mac? Anypony? There’s a... some kind of monster... please, somepony help me!”

Before your girlish, high pitched screams could summon your concerned family, you saw the glowing mist coalesce before your eyes into the translucent shape of a kindly earth pony mare. Your terrified voice fell silent at the gentle smile on the face of this strange apparition, it seemed you were in no danger after all.

“Howdy, son,” the ghostly vision greeted you, once the last swirls of yellow mist had taken their place in her immaterial, yet plentiful form. “Mighty glad ta meet ya at last!”

“Mrs. P-Pear Butter?” you stammered. For the sight before you could be none other than your long dead mother-in-law! “Is that really you?”

“Yer family now,” the glowing earth pony giggled. “Yew can just call me ‘mum.’ Or ‘mommy,’ if yer kinky.” Trotting on air, the ghost crossed the span between the far wall and your bed in a moment, looking down at you and evaluating the most prominent of your fleshy appendages.

The family photo albums didn’t do Pear Butter justice, you thought to yourself. With that beautiful face, that vivacious mass of curly hair, and a farm-girl plot that could smother a dragon... your mother-in-law might be a ghost, but she was the most beautiful MILF you’d ever seen!

“What a yummy stud my daughters married...” the glowing earth pony growled playfully. Her eyebrows raised as she licked up the pool of precum that had accumulated at your chest and crotch, slurping a large quantity out of your navel. “Mmm...” Dropping her head further, she took the head of your straining penis into her mouth and gave a thoughtful suckle.

“B-but how is this possible?” you moaned beneath Pear Butter’s expert tongue work.

“Why, it’s Nightmare Night magic, o’ course!” The bounteous ghost-MILF was somehow able to carry on a conversation even as she buried your cock in the ectoplasmic mass of her throat, sucking on you like her undeath depended on it. “Every year, the veil between the dead and the living goes all soft an’ flimsy like. I came back to Equestria ta take a gander at my brand new grandfoals, but I reckoned it wouldn’t hurt none to check in on their fathers, too!”

Reluctantly releasing your throbbing meat from your maw, Pear Butter climbed up onto the bed where she and Bright Macintosh had spent so many happy nights. Her front hooves straddled your shoulders and her fat, heavy crotchteats rubbed against your chest as she lowered her squirming hips, feeling for your eager shaft.

“You and Big Mac have been mighty busy, an’ it does mah heart good. Course, I can’t exactly do this with Big Mac,” she added with a wink. With her pussy finally finding its target, she slipped her misty lips around your cock and began to bounce up and down, taking her pleasure with a hunk of living flesh for the first time in years.

You stilled your protests before you could even voice them. Despite being deceased, Pear Butter had every right to your manhood — the same as Granny Smith, Applejack, and the other members of the Apple family who’d joined your herd. Taking the new son-in-law for a test drive was a time honoured Equestrian tradition, after all!

“Ooh, big,” Pear Butter moaned. “It‘s stretchin’ me wide open, and I’m a ghost!” With a grunt she hilted herself on your shaft and you felt a strangely cold gush of squirt soak your thighs. Her plot slapped against you as she bounced up and down, somehow fleshy and comforting despite being a mere ghostly apparition.

“Why, this dick of yours been ridden to Tartarus and back,” Pear Butter marvelled as her hips gathered speed. “Are my daughters really that horny fer human meat?”

“I-it’s my herd, ma’am,” you explained, trying desperately to hold back against the unsurpassed suction of winking ghost pussy. “About a dozen all told... they keep me busy enough.”

“Tch, a herd.” Pear Butter shook her head sadly. She almost seemed to pity you for the loving environment you’d found yourself in! “I kept my Bright Mac far away from that nonsense. Oh, he had his side pieces, fer sure, and a threeway now and then kept a smile on his face, but a herd? Them mares will drain you dry, son!”

“I-I know it...” you moaned as Pear Butter’s clenching, squishy insides devoured your length, stroking your meat with what felt like a thousand ghostly tongues.

“Yew an’ Big Mac are such generous souls, an’ it’s gotten ya inta trouble!” Pear Butter shook her head sadly, sending her gorgeous, ghostly mane bouncing to and fro. “Ya can’t say no to a cute face or a winkin’ slit. Why, I reckon you knocked all yer wives up at once, jes cause they presented their pussies real purdy an’ begged for yer seed!”

“I-it was our wedding night!” you protested. Honestly, you’d hoped the farmer’s wife would be proud of your fertility. After all, you’d pledged not to let her daughters spend even one hour in an un-pregnant state. As soon as Apple Bloom had been cleaned up after giving birth, you’d seeded her again, right there in the hospital bed — much to Nurse Redheart’s dismay!

“Weddin’ night, shmeddin’ night,” Pear Butter scoffed. “With a herd as big as yers there’s practical thoughts ta consider. How ya gonna reckon with a dozen newborn foals, when they all start poppin’ out at once?”

“W-with love?” Your voice trembled as you considered your future as a father, practically buried beneath crying infants and dirty diapers.

“Listen, son,” Pear Butter asserted, firmly grinding her ghostly clit against your pubic bone. “Ya gotta have love, lots o’ love, but love ain’t enough. If yer gonna lead a herd, yew gotta stallion up an’ be in charge! Don’t let them silly females boss ya around. They signed up fer this, and they wanna be properly herded. That means yew decide when they bear yer foals.”

“B-but they need sex... all the time...” you protested.

“I didn’t say stop fuckin’ em!” Pear Butter’s sweet features became stern as she vigorously rode your cock, and you suddenly feared for the motherly spank of a wooden spoon on your disobedient behind. “Ya ever hear o’ contraception, or doin’ it up the butt?”

“Y-yes, ma’am...” you whimpered. “I do all my wives up the butt, most every day.”

“There’s a good husband.” Pear Butter smiled once more, satisfied that you knew your place. Her nether-realm nether lips grasped and stroked you, filling you with a mother’s love even as her fat mommy ghost-plot filled the air with loud, smacking plaps.

“My Bright Mac coulda knocked me up countless times,” she reminisced, “but we took it slow. Don’t yew dare think he ever left me unsatisfied, but he didn’t go breedin’ me willy nilly, neither. He only blessed me with a foal when he felt the time was right. There‘s somethin’ bout a stallion’s intuition in such matters, an’ the results speak fer themselves... I reckon we ended up with the three finest foals in Equestria!”

“S-say, where is Bright Mac?” you asked. You’d always felt nervous when seducing another stallion’s mate, and family stories of Bright Mac pounding fence-posts into the ground with his bare hooves made you fear for your safety. In the modern Equestria, it was a matter of proud tradition that equine hotwives should sample every cock that married into the family. Yet Bright Mac was an old fashioned stallion, and might not see his beloved’s needs in the same light.

“Oh, mah stud’s off payin’ a visit to Chiffon Swirl’s dream,” Pear Butter explained. “He always did have a crush on that chubby cutie.” She chuckled indulgently. “Ya know how stallions are... the pussy’s always tighter on the other side o’ the fence!”

Despite the aspersion cast upon your sex, you had to agree. You’d found yourself ogling the mares of your brother-in-law’s herd more than once, fantasizing about hilting within them and chasing away Big Mac’s seed with your own. Cheerilee, Sugar Belle, Zecora and Marble Pie all had bodies that wouldn’t quit — never mind that you already had a dozen equally gifted females to tend to!

You shyly ran a hand down Pear Butter’s fluffy barrel and stroked the thick, suckable buds of her nipples. She smiled and threw her head back as she rode you, tossing her mane like a supermodel as you teased and pinched. Her breath came hard and heavy as you both raced towards climax, finally meeting each other in a grand burst of pleasure.

With a cry that echoed through the night, you lurched your hips and spewed a thick load of human sperm up into Pear Butter’s swirling, misty insides. The ghostly MILF collapsed onto your chest as her passion took her, kissing you hungrily and moaning out her own climax. You peered through your mother-in-law’s transparent body and watched with amazement as her womb seemingly sucked the cum out of your cock, contracting and squeezing to pull every drop out of you and save it within her.

“Heh heh... good ta see that mummy’s still got it!” Pear Butter rubbed her toned farmwife tummy with satisfaction, and you beheld a strange glow being kindled deep within her as the last of your seed flooded her thirsty womb.

“I-I can go again,” you offered, pointing through your lover’s insides to the still stiff rod that pulsed within. After nights spent in Luna’s service you’d found that your virility in the dream world was nearly unlimited, and the slick, swirling feel of Pear Butter’s ghosthorsepussy was an experience you didn’t want to give up!

“Yew best be ready to go again, son,” Pear Butter chuckled, “cause we ain’t done yet — not by a long shot.” She turned her head towards the bedroom door. “Y’all come on in, ladies!” she called out.

Before your unbelieving eyes a vast quantity of glowing mist swirled in beneath the door, swiftly spreading through the bedroom and separating into the images of countless ghosts. Mare-ghosts, all of them — lovely ghosts with plentiful plots, heavy teats and glowing apples for cutie marks!

“Good ta see yew gals agin,” Pear Butter smiled, as the shapes of her in-laws materialized into the bedroom she’d once shared with her husband. Heedless of the lonely inches of cock that slurped from her cunt, she climbed off of you and began hugging the assembled mares. “Now this is what I call a family reunion!”

Dozens of ghostly hotties greeted Pear Butter cheerfully and gawked at your alien body as you lay on the bed. Your erection stood stiff and proud before the appreciative crowd, glistening with your mother-in-law’s fluids as well as your own.

“Whoo-wee!” cried out a sassy young earth pony you recognized from ancient family photos as Granny Smith’s mother. “Looks like Equestria’s changed quite a bit since I were alive!” The foregone mare raised the brim of her ghostly cowboy hat to get a better look at you, licking her lips and winking salaciously.

“An odd creature, by my sooth,” murmured an old fashioned ghost who modestly clothed the body of a pornstar beneath a translucent dress and bonnet. “Goodwife Butter, how satisfies his stallionhood?”

Pear Butter’s ghost put a hoof to her chin as she evaluated the carnal ride you’d just given her. “It’s a weird shape,” she admitted, “but right pleasin’ all the same, an’ his seed is good as gold. I reckon we got time fer each o’ us sadly departed mares ta have a lil’ fun, before Nightmare Night comes ta an end.”

“Primus habebo!” You heard a commanding voice from the rear of the crowd. Countless strong mares ceased eyefucking you and stepped to the side for the wielder of that voice, some even bowing to show their respect. Through the midst of the misty crowd came a stern yet stunningly beautiful earth pony mare, a MILF among MILFs. She was dressed in a toga that strained to conceal the overflowing body of a fertility goddess. Her wheat coloured mane was done up in a sculpted bun, topped with a simple circlet and not a hair out of place.

“This here’s Pomarium Fertilis,” Pear Butter explained to you. “She done founded the Apple clan, some 800 years ago! Don’t yew worry, she’s a real sweetie... once ya get ta know ’er.”

“C-charmed,” you stammered out, as the haughty matron hiked her toga and floated atop your supine form, burying your throbbing staff deep within her burning wetness.

“Celestia has voluptates laudari debet.” Pomarium Fertilis spoke in the ancient language known as Pony Latin, but the clenching of her hungry cunt told you everything you needed to know about her needs. As inch after inch of you was raptured up into her heavenly vag, she raised a hoof to her gathered descendants and proclaimed: “Eius opera hac nocte magnum decus familiae nostrae afferent.”

Unable to resist the commanding curves that had been passed on to countless generations of mares, you gripped Pomarium’s thick and powerful plot with both hands. Your fingers sank slightly into her misty form as you humped away, frantically thrusting into the ghost’s clinging marehood from beneath. Finally cracking an indulgent smile at this proof of your need, this daughter of Old Equestria wrapped her front hooves around your head and lowered her muzzle towards your mouth. Her transparent lips met yours in a passionate kiss, and in the moment that she claimed you as her own, you felt as if you were truly now a part of the Apple family.

For a man who seeded a thousand thestrals every single night, you found tonight’s assignment in the dream world to be easy as apple pie. The lineage of the Apple family numbered only in the dozens, and as Nightmare Night slowly inched towards its dawn, you found the strength to go several rounds with each lovely mare. However dominating these bygone matriarchs might have been in life, they had the same needs as any other woman. A big cock, a hard fuck, and a thick load of warm cum to remind them of the good times they’d once enjoyed.

One after another, ghostly lights were kindled deep within long-unused wombs as you flooded each with potent human sperm. Another man might have took this as an ominous portent, but you considered it to be a simple signal that you’d done your duty as a male, and thought no more about it. After each round of lovemaking, you generously allowed the mare you’d just pleasured to suck her essence off of your cum-slick meat, keeping you stiff as a board between lovely, if insubstantial, lips as you enjoyed the hungry cock worship that was the Apple family trademark. Throughout the centuries, these country girls had always known how to treat their stallions right!

Once each eager pussy had been bred three or four times over, you and Pear Butter introduced a bit of modern spice to the assembled ancestors, by demonstrating how hard a mare could cum simply by being fucked in the ass. Before long, you found yourself balls deep in the virgin plots of medieval farm-wives, training ghostly buttholes to stretch around your fleshy knob, baptizing bowels with the hot loads they’d never felt in life, and producing delicious anal gapes that put mortal ponuts to shame.

Naturally, this was also the night when your tongue and your alien fingers were put to the ultimate test. You found hovering hind legs spreading before you and dripping pussies constantly pressed against your lips, and did your best to convince your ghostly visitors that their living descendants were being well taken care of. Every female in Apple Bloom’s bloodline was treated to expert cunnilingus, the inevitable result being quaking maregasms that soaked your face with that mysterious glowing mist.

It was one of the most passionate experiences of your life, and near the end you mentally thanked Applejack for convincing you to take an early bedtime. Yet even this long and magical Nightmare Night had to eventually crawl towards its conclusion. As dawn broke, you barely had time to give goodbye kisses to the dozens of lovely ghosts who haunted Sweet Apple Acres, before their immaterial forms faded into smoke and disappeared back into the realm of spirit.

These fine ladies had carried the Apple name for centuries, and you wanted to express your gratitude to the lineage which had birthed so many of your beautiful wives. You poured all of the passion you could into those final embraces: giving each mare one last kiss, taking one last glance at the heavenly light shining from her womb, before your lover shimmered into nothingness for another year...

As Pear Butter plunged her now familiar tongue deep into your mouth, you closed your eyes and felt the dream world slowly fade around you. You found yourself lying once again in your bed, with your mother-in-law’s probing oral digit replaced by something distinctly fleshy and real: the welcome texture of Scootaloo’s milk dripping nipple and the fleshy warmth of her bursting teat.

As consciousness slowly returned to your fuzzy mind, you gratefully restored your strength by suckling at the huge mommy milker, feeling the power grow in your loins with each gulp you took of your wife’s life giving fluid. A breakfast of rich mare milk ensured that you began each day at your maximum level of vitality, no matter what travails you’d been through in the dream world.

Scootaloo’s scrawny body had blossomed at the first drop of your seed, her tiny mosquito bites swiftly swelling to a set of milktanks larger than your head. Her productivity was beyond compare as well, with a blue ribbon from the Ponyville Fair marking your beloved tomboy as prize livestock indeed. Even your ravenous foals could drink only so much milk from this blessed set of Scootahooters, and it was a husband’s responsibility to nurse off the excess — once again, Equestria’s un-alterable traditions had spoken!

As litres of warm pegasus milk sprayed at high pressure down your gulping throat, you began to hear loud thumps from the bedroom next door, as well as repeated moans of “Eeyup!” It seemed that Big Mac had begun the morning servicing of his herd, and your wives were eager to get started as well! You smelled the scent of farmhouse coffee, heard the chatter of mares as they trotted to the bed, and soon enough felt fuzzy plots and dampened slits rubbing against your naked form. The bedroom that had so recently been full of ghosts was now full of real, live mares... a dozen lovely ladies whose holes cried out for human cock!

Opening your eyes at last, you stood up and climbed off of the bed, wiping a few last droplets of milk from your lips. The day had begun, your wives were assembled, and every eye in the room was pinned to your veiny, bobbing erection. It was time to put what you’d learned from Pear Butter into hot, sweaty practice!

“Good mornin’, sweetheart,” Applejack placed a possessive hoof on your thigh, holding a clipboard in the other. “We got today‘s studdin’ schedule all worked out, whenever yer ready ta get started lickin’ an’ fuckin’ an’ cummin’. First up is yers truly, o’course—”

You held up a commanding hand, taking control of your herd for the very first time. “Not so fast, AJ!” you stated firmly. “There’s going to be some changes around this place! Last night I was visited by a ghost, and she gave me some advice on handling my herd.”

“Whoa, a ghost, super spoopy!” Pinkie Pie yelled out. “Was she hot?”

Your other wives gasped wordlessly at this revelation, save only Applejack. “A ghost, eh?” she asked slyly. “I‘m guessin’ it was Momma?”

“Y-yeah, how did you know?”

“I was hopin’ I could introduce yew two,” Applejack confessed. “Momma haunts the farm most every Nightmare Night, an’ we used ta while away the hours with some ole fashioned girl talk. Last year she said she was proud o’ me, grown up all big an’ strong, but I should start doin’ anal. Best advice I ever did get...”

“WellI talked to her last night,” you confirmed, “and she set me straight. There’ll be no more schedules around here. I’m in charge of this herd, and I decide how and when you girls get my cock. As for foals, I’m afraid that’s my prerogative as well. From now on you get bred when I say you get bred, and that’s final.”

“We’ll see bout that,” you heard Granny Smith mutter. She was hardly the only mare to begin grumbling at your announcement of the male dominance that had long been missing from your herd. You momentarily shivered, as your wives had you vastly outnumbered, but the thought of Pear Butter’s stern glare stiffened your spine.

After all, you were more to these ladies than a huge cock and a talented tongue — you were a proud and powerful stallion, and the mares of your herd would come to respect your firm, yet fair leadership! With a loud clearing of your throat you called for your lovers’ attention, and continued laying down the law.

“I’ve already given each of you at least one foal,” you reminded. “We’re about to have our hooves full! We can’t keep cranking out dozens of babies, year after year.”

“Like heck we can’t!” Apple Cobbler yelled.

“And besides, I want to be able to enjoy your pussies for a while, before I get you pregnant again and we have to switch back to butt sex,” you added sheepishly.

“The boy makes a good point...” Jonagold murmured.

You nodded firmly and set out the final new rule for your wives. “Finally, every pregnant mare in this family is going to suck me off at least once a day. Human sperm has the vitamins you need to keep our foals healthy, and I aim to provide it to you — straight from my balls. I want to make sure all of you girls get enough, so let’s get started with the blowjobs, OK?”

This final bit of news was greeted with a more positive reception: a chorus of moans, drooling mouths and lifted tails, marred only by the grimace upon Rarity’s muzzle.

“Vitamins?” whispered Cookie Crumbles to her daughter. “What the hay is our dumb hunk of fuckbeef talking about now?”

“Why I haven’t the foggiest, mother,” Rarity stuttered with a blush, even as she excitedly applied fresh purple lipstick onto her lips. “Best to open wide and indulge these silly male fantasies, wahaha!”

“It seems I’ve taught you well, dear — that’s exactly how I keep your father in line.” With a nod, Cookie Crumbles stepped forward and planted her mature lips on the head of your cock, presenting the stallionhood she craved with a morning kiss that swiftly became a hungering suckjob. With loving coos and nickers your other wives swarmed around you, eagerly awaiting the morning strokes and headpats that would signify your favour and mark them as your eager herdsluts.

Tuning out the giggling, feminine chaos that surrounded her, the talented Cookie easily deepthroated your mare-pleaser, cleaning off the greasy residue of countless ectoplasmic orgasms. With an indulgent smile, Rarity leaned in beneath her mother’s bobbing chin and took one of your balls into her lipsticked mouth with a loud slurping noise. Sweetie Belle was quick to join the family fun as well. The pregnant young unicorn took up the coveted spot between your butt cheeks, pressing her muzzle against your well tended pucker and lapping up the sweat of a night’s exertion.

You sighed with contentment, tenderly stroking Cookie’s sensitive horn as she sucked for her creamy breakfast. Mother-daughter orgies were always your favourite. You loved to watch the generations bond over service to your cock... all as the next generation grew within their ever widening bellies.

Applejack and Apple Bloom reared up onto their hind legs and embraced you from either side, rubbing their pregnant tummies against you, and pursing their lips to kiss and suck your human nipples. “Bout time our stud took charge o’ the herd an’ started usin’ us properly,” Applejack told her sister with pride. “I was startin’ ta worry he was losin’ interest! Our momma musta given him a real talkin’ to.”

“Gee, Applejack,” Applebloom piped up, her teeth gently biting at your sensitive nipple, “is it true that Momma took two dicks up her ponut at the same time?”

“So the story goes,” Applejack chuckled, working your other nip with great vigour, even as her own teats dribbled their milky sweetness upon the floor. “Y’see, one sunny day, Dad an’ his best friend Burnt Oak was arguin’ somethin’ fierce...”

From the next room over you heard a loud masculine bellow and a burst of zebra rhyme as Big Mac ploughed his first of many loads deep into his wife Zecora’s eager body. The day’s work had truly begun here at Sweet Apple Acres, and it was unlikely that either you or your brother-in-law would be leaving your respective bedrooms before suppertime.

You were already on the hook for 12 lovemaking sessions each and every day, and from now on you’d be the lucky recipient of a dozen blowjobs to boot. You’d have to constantly guzzle that Apple family virility elixir, but you were certain you’d have time to catch an hour or two of sleep every night. That way you’d be able to continue helping Luna out with the never ending task of breeding her thestral army.

Cookie Crumbles moaned gently as she tended to you with the skill that came from a lifetime’s experience worshipping the male organ. With a gentle “mlem,” Rarity spat out one testicle and slurped the other into her hungry purple maw, devoted beyond words to the praise of your virile orbs. Meanwhile Sweetie Belle ferociously tongued out your butthole, searching for your tender P-spot. You smiled as you gripped Applejack by the mane, lifted her muzzle and firmly met her lips with yours. Yes, things were going to be a lot different around here, now that you were definitely in charge of your herd...