Scary Ghosts
The supple golden cheeks of Fluttershy's bottom quivered with the impact, the slap catching her completely off guard. She had been in the kitchen doing the dishes this time, minding her own business when the blow came, rocketing her forward with a sharp little squeak of surprise.
"Um, h-hello?" she whimpered, twisting about to peer throughout the tiny kitchen behind her. There was no one there and no reply. She swallowed, meandering her hooves nervously to her backside, preparing for another assault, if one were to come. The kitchen remained still, regardless of the sweet spring breeze that wafted in through the open window adjacent to her. A window Fluttershy decided she would promptly close.
She stepped over towards the open frame, eyeing it quietly, before taking one last look around the kitchen. Was one of her animal companions feeling frisky? Had it been in her imagination? She was alone, she was quite certain. A fluke, she rationalized. Just a fluke. A stray errant thought. She was daydreaming. Doing dishes was awfully boring, after all. She reached for the window and slid the glass closed, latching it firmly and waited.
Nothing happened.
She raised an eyebrow, giving the kitchen one final glance before she returned to the task at hand, where the pots and pans waited silently for her. Minutes ticked by, the scrubbing coming close to an end. After this, she would head upstairs and fetch her laundry, what little of it there was, and make her way towards the river.
Her rump gave a beautiful bounce with the next blow. A crisp clap that caught the underside of both of her pale yellow cheeks and left a rosy tint across her face. She shrieked, neatly spinning around to protect her behind by pressing it flush against the counter.
"W-who's doing that? " she squeaked, her voice barely reaching past the octave of 'very small mouse.' There was no reply and she figured she wouldn't receive one. Ghosts! She surmised. It must be the work of ghosts!
"Are you a ghost?!" Fluttershy called out nervously. No answer. Well, no, of course not. If some frisky ghost wanted to target her rear end, why would it reveal itself simply when asked. She gave a quiet little groan and began to shuffle her way out of the kitchen, keeping her golden buns pressed firmly against the counter and eyeing the rest of the room carefully.
She narrowed her eyes, searching meticulously for any sign of movement, and when nothing happened, she made a mad dash for the stairwell in the next room. When she made it without further incident, she eyed the stairs quietly. Now what? She had made it this far, but if she were to ascend to her room she'd be left vulnerable. Perhaps she simply had to risk it. Maybe she could scramble up fast enough without suffering another attack.
Not the case. While she was simply eyeing the stairs, another blow came. It targeted her left cheek as if to scoot her along and she squeaked, bolting up the stairs like her tail was on fire. And the top of the staircase, she was greeted with another clap, this one smacking across the right cheek, making the chubby yellow bottom wobble deliciously. She squeaked again, throwing herself down the hall for her room. When she made it, she bolted inside and shut the door, pressing her back against it and panting heavily. What on earth was going on?! Had her home been invaded by ghosts of some sort? Spank happy ghosts that thrived on reddening her rump until it was sore and she couldn't sit properly?! How truly bizarre, but then again, Ponyville was sort of a bizarre town.
The smacks didn't hurt so much - which she was rather thankful for- rather than surprise her, each crisp clap echoed in her ears and left a faint tingle radiating through her rump. She tried to give a meek growl, hoping to fend off the would-be spirits and slowly stepped away from the door. It was mostly curiosity that lead her to do so. Had they followed her inside? Did they somehow manage to slip in through the crack under the door? She took a step back, looking around the tiny room until she spotted her bed. More importantly, the blankets she could hide under. She took a step forward, body tense, ears perked, ready to run for it at the slightest hint of movement.
For a moment, nothing happened. Fluttershy foolishly let her guard down. The moment the twin cheeks of yellow visibly stopped tensing, another blow landed on the right which sent her scurrying out of her room. Could they follow her everywhere?! Where could she go to hide?! She bounded down the stairs, whimpering nervously and darted into the living room. Maybe she could-
Another slap. This time something had the audacity to lift her tail, and in fact, most of her hindquarters and slapped both cheeks at once. A crisp authoritative slap that sent a perfectly clear, tingly message: there was nowhere she could go. The ghosts unceremoniously dropped her back onto the ground and the room was quiet again. Slowly, Fluttershy climbed back to her hooves and took a step back. Then a step forward. No. There was no escaping them. She was trapped in her own home.
"Um...m-Mr ghost? Maybe...um...if it would be okay, maybe you could...um...-" she never got to finish her sentence. Another blow landed the same spot as before, making the tingle radiate even stronger. She took off again, scurrying into the kitchen. The counter had been safe, she could go there! She raced into the other room, aiming to twist around and press her butt flush against the counter again, and did so without incident.
For a full minute, she stayed there, panting heavily and eyeing the room. Nothing moved. Nothing spoke. There was simply silence. She narrowed her eyes and took a slow experimental step forward. Nothing happened. Another step. Still nothing. A third. Was she safe? Did they give up? Did they see her brilliant strategy and realize they couldn't win?
Another clap came down, this time targeting her left cheek, the topmost portion of it that almost resulted in a basketball like dribble. Fluttershy squealed and dashed out of the kitchen and into the dining room. Where?! Where could she hide?! She bit her lower lip, but her indecision was costly.
Whack! Smack! Crack! Three in quick succession, lightly bouncing her bottom left and right and left! She shrieked, giggled and took off for her den again, sliding into the room and panting harder. Had she outrun them? There always seemed to be a lull in the assault when she switched rooms. Maybe four, maybe five seconds. Did it take them that long to follow her? Was there a strategy there? A plan of some sort she could use to her advantage?! Surely there must have been something she could suss out of this situation to keep her rear safe! She took a moment, drawing in a breath and gazing around quietly before she let her ears splay against her skull. If she'd been correct in her assumption, the next slap would be happening, right, about...
"EEEK!" she squealed when the spank caught her. This time across both cheeks, right on the thickest part of her rump! No good! The den wasn't safe! She dashed back into the kitchen, but she accidentally tripped over her own hooves in her haste. She crashed to the floor with a quiet 'oof' and rested there, gasping for breath, hindquarters in the air, tail woefully pulled to one side. She didn't have the energy to stand up. All that running around had left the poor pegasus tired and defenseless. She whimpered quietly. The ghosts had defeated her. Weakened as she was, there was absolutely nothing she could do about her backside being raised up so invitingly high. Why, she didn't even have the strength to lower her tail! What would the ghosts think?!
There wasn't a slap this time, though. It was more of a grope. A gentle squeeze that cupped her bottom cheeks and deftly rolled invisible fingers along the sunny globes. Fluttershy squirmed, trying to roll her hips away from the teasing touch, but the invisible hands were relentless. They'd defeated the poor mare and this? This was their shapely golden prize.
Weakly, Fluttershy tried to crawl away, pawing at the carpet in a vain attempt to pull herself to safety. But she knew, deep down, there was no hope for her. She would have called for help, but who would come? She was panting too hard for her voice to work properly anyhow. She tried though. Really she did. It came out as a low moan rather than a squeal for assistance. Curse those crafty ghosts! The groping was becoming more intense. They squeezed her cheeks, massaging past the chubby yellow curves to the muscle underneath before lewdly prying them apart, exposing the tight pink little divot nestled inside, before pressing them back together to form a snug alluring valley. Even worse, holding her pliable cheeks apart like that exposed the humiliatingly damp thatch of yellow fuzz outlining her mound. A dewy little spot that gently trickled clear juices along her inner thighs.
Exposed and helpless, Fluttershy covered her face with both her forelegs, feeling a vicious heat radiating from her muzzle. She was positive she was tomato red by this point with quiet whimpers bubbling from her lips. By Celestia this was embarrassing. Forced to endure the perverted groping of these ghostly beings with surprisingly gentle and loving fingers. She shivered, doing her best to will herself up and running again. But, no, her legs seemed perfectly content to remain where they were. Surely she was under some sort of curse. Yes. Yes, something that was keeping her from running away. It was not her enjoyment of the situation. That was preposterous. She had to keep reminding herself that this was not a game! These ghosts were not playful and this was very dangerous! There was no telling what these perverted ghosts might do to her against her will. She shivered and tried to call out again. Louder this time. A squeaking cry for help that only came out as a needy moan from her mouth.
And that's when everything stopped. The fingers massaging, the squeezes, and the gropes. It all ended as if the ghosts in her home had suddenly given up and decided they had better things to do. Fluttershy's ears perked and slowly, she lifted herself up onto her forelegs.
"H-hello?" she called. Like usual, no reply. She swallowed a lump in her throat and wearily climbed to her hooves. Had they given up? Had their fill of tormenting her and went off to haunt some other poor pony? The pegasus cocked her head and perked her ears, straining to hear anything out of the ordinary in her home. No. Nothing. She was alone.
Whatever it was seemed to have stopped, which meant she could get on with her day away from pesky, butt teasing ghosts. She nodded her head and stomped a hoof, listening again for anything that might respond to her movements. When nothing happened, she nodded her head.
"T-that's right. L-leave me alone, naughty ghosts. I- I have b-better things to do than...t-than to be felt up like that!" Fluttershy huffed. There was no response. Good.
With that taken care of, Fluttershy went through her list of chores she still had to do. Right. Her laundry. She peered up the stairs quietly. Nothing happened. She took a step forward. Nothing happened. She took another step forward. Still nothing. A third and a fourth. The cottage was silent. She continued this way, pausing with every step, listening to the world around her, and with every step, she grew increasingly convinced that she was alone again. She even made it all the way to her room without incident!
With a triumphant smile, the little yellow pegasus began to gather her laundry. A dress here. A gown there. Sunhat. Summer dress. Oh! Her stockings! She hadn't worn those in ages! Rarity had made them for her, white and pink horizontal stripes that seemed to glitter in the sunlight. Some sort of special material Rarity had said, or something. She'd designed it herself and they fit like silk. They did, unfortunately, have the distinct and very prominent side effect of accentuating the chubby flanks she possessed, but Rarity assured her it was a 'feature', not a flaw. She certainly hoped they would not draw the attention of ghosts to her. That would be terrible.
Fluttershy nodded her head. Why not. She would risk it. She slipped them on, squirming at the sensation of the silky material gliding up her legs. They still looked fetching on her. The pink and the white seemed to bring out her eyes and compliment her coat. She smiled. She liked them. Back to laundry. She could wear them before she washed them, couldn't she? What else did she need? A shirt she wore when she sang with the pony tones. Ah, partway under the bed. She winced. Of course, it was under the bed. She swallowed and reached a hoof for it, but it was too far. Rats. She would have to get lower.
Slowly, Fluttershy drew herself down as far as she could and shivered helplessly. This position left her dreadfully vulnerable from attacks from behind, her rump lifted nice and high in the air, unsuspecting and defenseless. She chewed on her cheek, waiting patiently for another attack. Nothing happened. Well, she might as well fetch the shirt. It was the reason she was in the position in the first place. Fluttershy frowned. It appeared to be stuck on something. Maybe if she wiggled it a little bit something would happen. From side to side? Nothing. Back and forth? Nothing. Slowly? Nothing. Faster? Nothing. Maybe if she pulled with her teeth? That would mean she'd have to get a bit lower, was that even possible? Could she get any lower? Maybe. But that meant raising her butt a tad higher. Higher still. She was slightly off balance, but that could be fixed by raising her tail a bit. There. Any luck? Not a hint. She frowned and slowly pulled herself out from under the bed, the shirt easily giving way with the movement and rested motionlessly in her teeth. She tossed it onto the pile with the others and tossed her gaze around her room with a grunt.
"Well?!" she snapped. Nothing happened. No response. She wasn't sure who she was trying to talk to, the ghosts had surely gone, right? Right. Back to laundry. Boring, boring laundry. She fetched the basket she'd been piling the clothes in, and made her way down the stairs, and headed towards the front door.
The blow came when she least expected it. This time it was a particularly hard clap that bounced both her buns and sent the basket and her clothes tumbling to the floor. She gave a sharp hiss of pleasure and whirled around, rubbing her poor behind with both hooves and eyeing the room.
"O-ok...ok, Mr. ghost...What do you want from me?" she snapped. The room remained silent. Fluttershy gave a frustrated groan, and turned around again, picking up her clothes, one at a time. The gown. A slap landed on her left cheek. She shuddered. The sundress. Another smack. Her right cheek. She shivered. The Ponytones shirt. This clap landed on both cheeks of her shy yellow bottom and Fluttershy accidentally tumbled forward. She landed on her back this time, hind legs splayed wide apart, forelegs tucked up under her chest. She waited patiently. Nothing happened. She snarled and climbed out of the basket, giving a vicious little growl that faintly resembled a kitten's mew. She was panting again, strangely, but she'd not been daring through the rooms like she did before. Was that what the ghost wanted? For her to flee from it?
Another slap. Same spot. Both her cheeks jiggled and Fluttershy drew in a sharp breath, squeezing her thighs together. She wasn't going to be able to handle much more of this. The slippery junction between her thighs was starting to demand her attention, but there was little she could do about it when she was- another teasing clap crashed against her rump, sending her brilliant yellow cheeks into another delicious jiggle. She arched her back, this time an accidental moan slipped from her lips instead of a startled cry.
"What do you WANT?! Just...Just ..." she stammered. She couldn't stop panting now, her breathing come out in short, harsh, clipped breaths. What did she want to say? What did she need to tell them? She had to get this to stop. She couldn't handle it any longer. The words came as easily as the next teasing blow, a slap that caught her right cheek nice and hard.
"DISCORD!! ENOUGH!! JUST... JUST TAKE ME ALREADY!" she shouted, her voice echoing through the house, riddled with lust and strained with need. The ache between her thighs was becoming too difficult to resist. Far too difficult to ignore with Discord pressing her buttons all afternoon.
"I thought you'd never ask," chuckled a lofty voice from her left. Discord was standing there, leaning against the stairwell, arms crossed a smug look wrapped around his muzzle.
"I was hopin-" he began, but Fluttershy, at this point, was far beyond conversation, words, or coherency. There was only one thing she wanted. She pounced. Discord only had a moment to scream. She tackled him to the floor roughly with her forelegs on his chest and her gaze playing across his body in a frenzied attempt to find what she was looking for. There. There it was. The hefty black erection of a stallion proudly bobbed from between Discord's legs. It filled Fluttershy with a hint of pride and a lot of lust. He'd gotten that from touching her backside all day? Was she that alluring to him? She'd put it to good use. Oh yes.
"F-Fluttershy, easy, there isn't any need to rush my dear, we-" he began but Fluttershy shook her head, already wiggling her frame down to grind the massive head of Discord's spire against her swollen opening.
"CAN IT! YOU HAVE BEEN TEASING ME ALL DAY! DON'T TELL ME NOT TO RUSH!" she snarled. She barked. She growled. And she certainly frightened Discord. He gave a nervous chuckle and held up his paw/talon and smiled. Right. Quiet. Let the mare do her thing. He had this coming, but maybe he pushed too far? He just wanted her to be a little more assertive in what she'd wanted from him. What better way than to make her really, really, want something? In this case, a fat cock. His own fat cock. It at least seemed like a good idea at the time. Now he was beginning to have his doubts. Wait, was she foaming at the mouth? Since when did her eyes get so beady?
Fluttershy used what little strength she had to pin Discord to the floor, viciously wiggling her hips to grind the thick ebon erection he sported against her sex. Inside. She needed it inside. Now. She forcefully rocked herself down, slapping the head of Discord's erection against her tight tunnel and snarled when it refused to impale her.
"My dear, might I sugge-" Discord began but went silent when Fluttershy made eye contact with him. Talking was not in his best interest. Sure, hey, no problem, he could just watch the frenzied little thing split herself in half if that's what she wanted. What he didn't want was to argue. He had a very distinct feeling arguing would...hurt.
Fluttershy was a trooper, though. She wasn't going to let a little thing like a physics-defying size difference get in the way of her needs! Buck that! She grit her teeth, and rocked her round little hips down, back and forth, sawing Discord's cock into her swollen needy sex. Another forceful push. She squeezed her eyes closed. Discord made a sound that was sort of like a lawnmower mixed with an air horn. Was that a good sign? Fluttershy had never heard it before. Fluttershy also did not care.
She continued, violently rolling her hips, squeezing her thighs and arching her butt into the air, doing her best to finally, finally- THERE! The head slipped into the tight suckling confines of Fluttershy's flower, the inner heat sweltering around the plump length of his cock. She groaned, squeezing her eyes shut again, her entire body tensing with a boiling need for more. Discord had what she wanted. He would not disappoint her.
She straddled him, giving a warm coo at the suddenly overwhelming pleasure and pain, the sensations mixing together in a hazy fog of arousal that simply left her wanting more. She didn't care if she'd be walking funny tomorrow, she was getting him inside of her. It came easier now. Easier and easier still, now that the head had pierced her defenses and slid inside of her tunnel. She rocked her body, back and forth, pulling more and more of his shaft into her, and all Discord could do was hang on.
Dear Celestia, what had he unleashed?! Fluttershy was frenzied and violent, crazed with lust and only had eyes for his cock. He'd never been so hard in his life. She took him deeper, enveloping his cock in her sweet delicious depths, and once she hilted- the moment she felt her crotch connect with his- she started to rise back up, lifting those freshly spanked cheeks high before dropping them down on Discord's erection with a wet and satisfying squish. Her juices mixed with his, his moans mingled with hers and together they held quite the symphony of sex. All right there on floor in front of the front door, next to a basket of overturned laundry.
She bounced on him, rocking her hips back and forth, lifting herself then dropping down, filling the room with the lewd wet sounds of a very horny pony finally getting what she craved. Every roll of her hips forced Discord's thick erection into her, every vicious thrust from her hips forced a squeak from her lips. A lusty, pleading squeak that begged for more. She needed every last inch he had inside of her.
It was his own fault, really. Had he just left her alone to do her chores all day, she wouldn't be pinning him down like this, using him to sate her needs. Did he really have to keep playing with her rump all afternoon? Didn't he know how pent up she was, day in, day out, far too shy to ever ask a stallion to sink his cock into her. Discord of all creatures should have had some idea of the many nights she spent with her hooves dipping down below the covers!
Faster and faster. She rocked her hips with a blazing speed only sexual frustration could muster. She'd been pent up before, yes, but Discord made it worse. Discord always made it worse. Like his only goal in life was to see how far he could push her until she snapped completely. The thick slapping sound of her thighs meeting his took over the room, filling in the cracks of silence that usually had domination over the tiny cottage.
Fluttershy threw her head back and crooned in pleasure. Mind-numbing bliss that swept over her entire body and left her fierce humping jagged and truncated. She leaned in low, bracing her upper body against Discord's chest, while using the last of her energy to bounce her hips against his shaft, desperately searching for a climax she could feel dangling just out of her reach.
Discord could really last forever if he wanted to. Being a diety had those kinds of perks, but Fluttershy? His dear sweet Fluttershy? No. She did not look like she would be able to match his stamina. Surely, if he'd worked her up to such a point where she'd lost herself to arousal, her body would only crave one thing. He was not mistaken. With one final, frenzied slap of her thighs against his shaft he felt a new wetness splashing over him and Fluttershy went quiet and tense. She gripped him like a vice, both outside and in, holding onto him as tightly as she could and shuddering in little breathless moans against his chest. He lifted a paw and stroked it along the cascade of pink that flowed over his chest and smiled his big dumb, goofy grin, watching the little pony atop him tremble and shudder with pleasure.
Watching her enjoy herself was a bit of a trigger for Discord. Sure, the crazed humping had been nice, but seeing his dear sweet Fluttershy in the throes of an orgasm? That was enough for him. He shuddered himself and the fat, black stallion cock (specifically chosen for Fluttershy's tastes) erupted inside of her. Like a volcano, spewing rope after rope after rope of thick, sticky draconious semen. He gushed, easily filling her to the brim, until it was over flowing and leaking out all over her thighs. Copious amounts of heated spunk that would take hours to clean from her fur, but as far as Discord was concerned, more was always better. Fluttershy certainly didn't seem to mind, cooing pleasantly against him as he drenched her insides. And outsides as well.
"I don't know how you can live in this cottage with all these terrible ghosts here. If I were you, I'd look into an exorcist or something, don't you think?" He grinned. Fluttershy meekly lifted her head before resting it back onto his chest with a quiet sigh.
"Never," she purred quietly, letting her eyes drift shut. He grinned.
"Well, dear, if that's the case, I'd be prepared for another haunting. And soon. I'm quite sure the ghosts in this cottage aren't done with you by a long shot. You might even have to deal with a repeat haunting later this evening, if you're not careful" he whispered, cupping a yellow (slightly tinged pink) pega-cheek under his fingers, cuddling her close. She sighed a tired, satisfied little sigh and smiled coyly. Another haunting? Could she handle more ghosts? She drew in a quiet sigh, doing her best not to fall asleep against Discord's frame, but it was a battle she was quickly losing. She might as well, though. She figured she'd need the energy from a nap, if she was going to deal with more ghosts in her cottage tonight.