Ouija Pie
It was three days before Halloween at the Pie house. Everything was quiet but for the sounds of crickets chirping around the vast farmland. No one could be seen for miles. The sun was beginning to set for the night as the moon began to illuminate, giving off its pale light. There a van began pulling into the driveway. It was a simple vehicle; a pink party wagon that stuck out like a sore thumb. It didn’t get much in terms of gas, getting maybe ten miles to the gallon, though what it lacked in mileage it made up for with holding a lot of people, and that was something the owner of the van liked.
The name of said van owner is Pinkie Pie. She’s an interesting girl. Slightly chubby compared to her classmates, though not obese, some would call her extra thick. This made Pinkie Pie laugh, taking it as a compliment. Pinkie is little older than eighteen, having been so for the past four months. When looking at her you couldn’t help but find her an interesting girl: dark pink hair that bounced seeming untamable, curves that from what she heard were in all the right places, then there were her eyes that stood out among everything else; they were a deep shade of blue that matched that of an endless ocean.
It is Pinkie’s last year in high school. At the end of May, she’ll be leaving Canterlot High and going off for culinary school. She’d be following her dreams. Though tonight, that was the farthest thing from her mind. It was close to Halloween, probably one of the best holidays around, at least in her opinion.
It wasn’t for the ghouls, or the ghosts, or the goblins. Not even for the witches or the scares. But because it was just a holiday, and that would give her an excuse to hold a party. The girl was a lover of parties and she was not about to let this opportunity pass her by. This one would be a costume party with some fun laughs, and maybe some scares.
Even one of the items she had on her would help contribute to the fun, especially with some of her best friends in the whole world.
Pinkie slowly made her way into the house, doing her best not to draw attention from her parents or her sisters. She didn’t want them to see what she bought at the mall; if they did, then they’d surely throw it out. Her parents were rather religious and things like this had been banned from the home. What was it that Pinkie had gotten that was so bad that her parents had forbidden it? None other than a Ouija board. Not the old, disturbing ones seen in the movies that seemed to be hundreds of years old.
That might’ve contained some sort of demon begging to get out of there and be free from its prison after having been trapped for years untold. No, it was just your average run-of-the-mill one you’d find in Jokers. What had caught Pinkie’s attention was that this one glowed in the dark. She even shelled out a few extra bucks for one that was in her favorite color of pink. Besides, she was sure no one in her family would notice. Most of the time, they either ignored her or didn’t pay attention. She rarely saw her sisters, except for Maud. Though she had a feeling that Maud wouldn’t tell anyone. Why would she?
However, just in case, Pinkie swiftly moved towards her room. The inside of the house was just like how it looked outside; as bland as normal, the opposite of Pinkie. That would change when her friends came over and her parents went out for the night, hanging with their friends doing whatever it was that they considered fun. Oh well, Pinkie didn’t care. She swung the door closed behind her as she walked into her room. Pinkie tossed her bags onto the bed, followed by herself soon after, after which she would take a minute to remove her shoes.
“Wowzards, has it been a heck of a day. Though that’s what I get for helping Rarity at her job,” Pinkie moved to get herself nice and comfortable before looking over to the bag, within which was the one item she’d bought today. Tossing the bag away along with the box in a matter of minutes, Pinkie looked over the Ouija board.
“Hmm, this is going to be so much fun!” She gave a small scream in utter glee. While looking over the board, Pinkie saw a small instruction manual right on top of it. This only made her laugh as she threw the paper away.
“I don’t need any instructions; it’s just a board and marker. Heh, let’s summon some ghosties.”
Pinkie set the board on her bed. Looking over at the simple toy, its pinkish glow seemed to illuminate the sheets around it. She would reach over, putting the marker on top of it. She held it down with both hands. Taking a long-drawn-out breath, Pinkie asked the first question.
“Are there any ghosts?”
‘…’ The piece remained in place not even moving. Pinkie simply kept her eyes on it.
“Is there a Ghost here?” she asked again. The marker was just staying there; Pinkie didn’t even feel a small nudge. It was kind of anti-climactic, in a way.
“Hello? Mr. or Mrs. Ghost? Shouldn’t you be showing up?” The Ouija board just remained silent. There wasn’t anything going on. Pinkie started to feel somewhat annoyed. Suddenly, she heard a banging sound. The first thing that came to her mind was that her parents were home and that her Dad was kicking his boots off after a long day of work.
It was almost on instinct that Pinkie grabbed the board and moved to throw it across the room. It might’ve happened had she not glanced at the time on the clock. It only half past six; her father normally wasn’t home from the mill until after seven at least.
“Oh boy, that would’ve been a doozy,” Pinkie said as she decided to just put the board away. The thing wasn’t working, so perhaps she could try again later; maybe later in the night when her parents were asleep. She chose to leave the board on top of the side desk that had been covered with papers detailing plans for future parties; the Halloween one, one for Sunset’s birthday, even one for Discord the weird janitor at her school (who really wanted that much chocolate milk?)
“Well, I guess I’ll take a warm soak. It’s been a long day,” Pinkie exclaimed, as she hopped off the bed, left the board on her desk, and skipped off towards the bathroom. When she walked out of the room, a bundle of clothes were tossed back in; as nobody else seemed to be around, Pinkie felt no need to wait until she got to the bathroom before stripping off.
The moment Pinkie had left the room, the room’s ambience changed. The usual silence most people would be used to had been replaced by a sense of foreboding. The lights on the ceiling of the pink bedroom slowly flickered on and off. Repeatedly, on and off, with no rhyme or reason. They did so not because they suddenly became sentient, but because someone else desired it.
“My… My…My… It seems like someone’s summoned me.” A voice spoke up, naught but a whisper echoing in the confined space. Said room seemed to get colder, evidenced by the frost creeping over the windows, despite the warm autumn climate. A tangible being sat down on Pinkie’s bed. His face looked young, almost too young for one who died at nineteen, though he had the general look of one who would claim to be older.
He had short dark hair that might’ve been greasy at one point, a black leather jacket that seemed too big to fit him properly, and a pair of baggy ripped-up jeans that showed off parts of his knees and legs. In all, he looked like a delinquent from the fifties. His eyes were a dark cloudy grey, that seemed capable of staring miles into one's soul. Unlike most spirits that acted as dead as they were, this one moved around to examine his environment.
“Well this is something new. Did a gumball just blow up here and got all over the place?” He whispered in disbelief. If he were more alive it might’ve been louder, showing off his deep youthful voice, but he wasn’t strong enough yet. If he stayed around long enough, he might regain enough strength to speak normally.
“Now then, who decided to summon good ol’ Summer Storm? I hope it was some hot babe.”
He gave off a small perverted smile. As Summer Storm just moved through and examining the pink-infested room, nothing much seemed to stand out in his eyes. At least, not off the bat. Then Summer made his way over to the table holding the Ouija board that brought him to this place. There was a picture on the desk; seven girls with their own different hairstyles, each one pretty in their own right. Through this scan he focused on Pinkie.
“Hmm, methinks the chick with the pink hair must’ve been the one to call me,” He looked around some and had a feeling that he was right. No way someone with that much pink hair didn’t have a room with the same color. He supposed it might have been in her DNA.
“Now what am I gonna do? I’m stuck here. Chick should’ve followed the rules,” He smirked a bit, laying back as he hovered in the air without a care in the world. Just another haunt for the punk specter. Soon he heard a loud, gracious singing voice coming from at least a few rooms away.
“Hmm ghosties, giggle at the ghosties!”
“Huh. That broad can sing a little. Though I think she’ll be doing more than giggling at this ‘ghostie’.” Summer Storm snarked some with a wicked smile and soon began passing through the walls in the direction of the song.
Sticking his head through the bathroom door, he was met with an eyeful. A plump pretty ass, with no sign of stopping its sweet jiggling.
“Woah, Momma! Now that's what I call a nice badonkadonk!” Summer’s smirk grew wide. As Pinkie lathered her beautiful body in soap before letting the hot water rinse it away, the ghost just watched without any trouble. The dame didn’t even notice it. This had to have been one of the few advantages to being a ghost; getting to watch all the sexy girls he wanted without the risk of being caught. Everything else could really suck.
It would be a good few minutes for Pinkie to finish washing her body before she finally moved to turn off the water, as evidenced by the sound of the water pressure going down.
“Hmm, that felt really nice,” Pinkie sighed as she reached over pulling a towel around her. It barely clung onto her body. Summer only followed behind her getting closer, his face giving that same Cheshire grin. He stalked behind her nicely and slowly as she left the room. The lights began flickering on and off over again as Summer regained his energy.
“Sweet Celestia, why is it so cold, did Dad forget to turn the heat on?” Pinkie shivered, almost seeing her breath at this point thanks to Summer. The punk ghost reached over and grabbed Pinkie’s towel, undoing the knot on the fabric to slip it off.
Pinkie never even noticed the towel had fallen off her body as she walked down the hall passing her sister's room. Summer moved in closer, noticing that Pinkie’s nipples had hardened thanks to the cold air around her.
“Oh baby, this’ll be good.” His plan only now forming in his mind as she made another turn and went straight into her room, closing the door right behind her. A closed door wouldn’t stop Summer. Passing through, he saw Pinkie had returned to laying on the bed, remaining naked with a confused look on her face.
“Well, that's weird. I thought I put a towel on… Oh well,” Pinkie just put her thoughts away, since she figured maybe she forgot. Besides, no one seemed to notice so it wouldn’t be a problem. She was about to get some clothes on to do some work, up until she saw what time it was: close to eleven o’clock.
“Wow, it’s later than I thought,” Pinkie punctuated her observation with an involuntary yawn. Since it was getting late, she decided to just head to bed. She’d just get things ready for the party first thing in the morning, at least before she had to go to school. At least there was a buffer of a few days before the holiday.
Hopping into bed, Pinkie didn’t bother putting any clothes on, opting instead to pull the blanket over herself. It wasn’t like anyone was going to bother her; besides, Pinkie was certain her parents were in bed by now. Pinkie clapped her hands to turn off the lights, enveloping her in a darkness tinted by the slightest bits of pink here and there that came in the shape of stars.
Pinkie would slowly close her eyes, passing out into a deep sleep, while journeying through her dreams with a passionate excitement, oblivious to the world around her. She never noticed the air getting colder around her. Or that the house was in the middle of a slight blackout.
She didn’t even know someone was watching her at this point. As for Summer Storm, this was exactly what he wanted. His smile just got bigger as he felt the surrounding energy coalesce within himself. It didn’t even matter what source he could pull from at this point. He felt solid, as close to being alive as he ever would be. He knew this would only last a few hours, but that would be all the time he needed.
At a wave of his hands, his clothes vanished to leave himself standing naked. He felt no shame. No one could even see him or touch him, so he could do nearly anything that he wanted. That was what he intended on doing. Moving closer as he floated above Pinkie, he began slowly pulling the blanket off her. He relished the slow glide of the fabric as he uncovered her purely naked form. Her slightly pinkish skin gave him a good smirk. Summer moved Pinkie on to her back to get a good view of her breasts.
“Well then, someone seems excited.” Summer joked seeing Pinkies hardened nipples, that had come to be thanks to the cold air. It was definitely a nice sight, though he admitted they were a little bit longer than some of the broads he’d seen who thought it would be fun playing with the Ouija board.
“Oh yeah. This is so sweet,” Summer reaches his hands beginning to grope Pinkie’s breasts, pausing for a moment to appreciate his ability to actually feel her body. Even with his fingers sinking down into her soft flesh, he never phased through her like any lesser spirit. Pinkie, even in her deep sleep, managed to let out a deep moan of appreciation.
Then again, Pinkie was currently dreaming of eating a double chocolate cake with vanilla icing. It was a good dream for sure, enough to distract her from what was happening to her in the real world. Not that Summer Storm was complaining.
Summer moved one of his hands away, as he started licking Pinkie’s nipple. His tongue flicked it a few times, as he listened to Pinkie’s continual moaning slowly turn into soft, gentle whimpers. This seemed to get Summer’s attention as he sunk his teeth in and gave the large nipple a nip.
‘Hmm, that's right. Moan for me, baby,’ Summer groaned as he continued on suckling, slowly reaching his hand down and to begin spreading her legs. Pinkie was easier to move while she was out cold. Summer let out another chuckle as he admired the naked woman under him.
“My, my. Now that's a nice pink pussy you got there,” he shifted away from Pinkie’s chest and pushed his face down to her pussy. Pinkie definitely looked tasty. He would move in close and give it a lick. It was a quick one, rather fast, though he began to lick her more. As he felt his tongue slipping into her, Pinkie’s response in her slumber was a long, passionate moan. She stirred, but could not move.
Summer would continue licking faster as he thrust his ghostly tongue into her, rolling it clockwise and counterclockwise in equal measure. Pinkie’s breathing got ever heavier as Summer licked faster; the girl was getting very wet.
‘Hmm. Tastes like honey. Figured the dame would taste like bubblegum the way everything is so pink,’ Summer mused before going back to work, as Pinkie began bucking in response.
Suddenly, the door opened, and Summer stopped and pulled back, looking over at the intruder.
“What the?” Standing right there was another girl, who looked almost like Pinkie though she was more like a dark grey, with flat hair and a lack of expression on her face. Summer didn’t know who this was, but it was Maud Pie.
“What's going on?” Maud asked in her monotone voice as she looked around, only seeing her sister fast asleep. A minute later she asked again.
“Pinkie? What's going on?” Pinkie seemed to wake up instantly from this as she looked over.
“Oh hey, Maud! How’s it going? What’re you doing in my room?”
“I was hearing you moan and groan, Pinkie. Is everything ok?” Maud asked seeming almost confused for a good second. Pinkie adopted a confused expression of her own.
“No, though I was dreaming of some extra double chocolate cake,” Pinkie let out a slight moan and licked her lips at the thought of baking and eating a cake like that. It was making her rather hungry.
“Ok, I was checking up on you. I was worried,” Maud said as she walked over to Pinkie’s desk. Looking at it, she could see the Ouija board in plain sight.
“Maud, what are you doing?”
“Oh, nothing, Pinkie. Just get back to sleep. Night.” Maud walked away from Pinkie’s room. What Pinkie didn’t notice was that Maud had taken the board. Pinkie didn’t think about it as she laid back, though she did take notice of the moisture coating her body.
“Huh. It must’ve been a heck of a dream. Well, I’d better get some sleep. I can’t be too tired; the girls will be over and I’ve gotta get that party ready,” Pinkie would only move to lay back down on her side. Ready to get some sleep.
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Maud walked briskly down the hallway, planning on getting rid of the board in her hands. At least, it would be for her sister's protection. Maud may not have believed in a god or higher up like her parents, but she had a bad feeling about this thing and her instinct (Maud Sense, according to Pinkie) was never wrong. She passed her the room of her other sisters, Marble and Limestone. Maud assumed they were asleep, but a look past their door would prove that wrong.
Inside the room of the oddball twins, Limestone was trying to sleep. The only thing stopping her was the moaning coming from Marble’s side of the room. Though a soft sound, the repetition slowly eroded Limestone’s patience until she lost it.
“Will you shut up, sis? You'll wake up Mom and Dad!” Limestone exclaimed as softly as she could. Had she bothered looking over, she would find her shy soft-spoken sister was still asleep. She’d have noticed that the blanket had long since been left on the floor and Marble’s pajama shirt had been lifted to expose her massive chest. Said chest, which rivalled, if not exceeded Pinkie’s impressive bust, was shifting randomly as though being played with by fingers. Anyone with spiritual awareness would see the punk teen having his way with the shy girl; as nobody in the house had such power, they would only see Marble’s nipples being rolled around and suckled by apparently thin air.
As Marble’s eyes started to blink open, her pajama pants began sliding down, taking her panties with them as Summer worked his magic, smirking all the while at his good fortune.
The End…?