Caramel's Ghostly Pear
Caramel fidgeted in his seat for the third time, still waiting on his host to join him from across the table. The location wasn’t his usual spot to try and relax on a day off, but then again, who goes to a spiritualist to relax? The earth pony didn’t think himself too much of a spiritual kind of guy; it was a bit of a given in a world where the sun and moon were controlled by two mares at their whims. He believed in Celestia and Luna plenty! But this was the kind of problem that didn’t really get solved with a kind letter to the Princesses or one of the Elements of Harmony way back home.
The traveling caravan cart looked a lot like one that belonged to that blue showmare unicorn Caramel saw a few years back, but bearing a bit more on the ghastly side of life. Decorative skulls lined a few of the shelves, some looking akin to a pony’s while other skulls prompted questions he didn’t want answered. The occasional odd tome stood out against the weathered wood, with languages he couldn’t recall learning in school ever printed along the spine. One of them he swore he saw move, but it could’ve been a trick of his eyes. The table he sat at was a bit rickety, but he patiently waited for the answer to his problem.
If anything, this was an odd problem that probably had an even weirder solution, knowing his luck.
“You are safe here. The spirits of the realm do not wander into here unless called.” An aged voice called to him. Looking up from his hands, Caramel watched as a hunched over mare came to the table, a dark brown cloak hiding much of her torso and face. Only when she lifted her head after seating herself did Caramel get a glimpse of the face hidden behind it. Taut, weary looking skin colored a faded peach, and glossy looking brown eyes stared back with a frown etched into her lips. “I trust you’ve brought your payment?”
“Y-yeah. Right here.” Caramel answered, reaching down beside him for the satchel containing his coin purse. By the time he did fish it out, however, he found it flying out of his grip and over to the outstretched and almost bony hand of the mare across from him. The strangest part wasn’t the hand or the floating: it was the lack of regular magic that made him shiver a little while she counted the coins out. “I hope you can help me out here. I don’t know where else to turn.”
“Few know how to address the spirits of the realm beyond these days. It’s a dying art, you could say.” Caramel gave a half-hearted grin at the joke, but let the smile fall as he saw no grin on the older mare’s face. “Tell me what haunts you. And be precise as you can.”
“I-It started a couple weeks ago. I moved into an older house out here in the woods, a bit of a way outside of Appleoosa. I wanted to move out of Ponyville to try and get a fresh take on life, and kinda get away from the chaos of things that always happen there. You can only take so many ‘world ending’ events and evil armies and cupcake cannons before you need to change things. So I found a new place. And things were going great! But...weird stuff keeps happening.”
Not hearing her interrupt, Caramel took a breath and continued. “You tend to notice the little things first. I’d think something is missing, and then it just pops up behind me on the table or on my bed while I’m looking for it. And not like an ‘oh, I missed it’ thing, because these would be things that seem to just fall from the ceiling. I’ve always kept a clean house, but work has kept me busy a lot lately. Yet the whole house is spotless almost all the time. I swear that it’s cleaner every time I come back from work!”
“This spirit hardly sounds like trouble to you. More of a blessing.”
“I-I mean it has been, but it’s...still weird! I tested an idea of rearranging the kitchen, once. I opened every cabinet and pulled out the dishes and things and only got a quarter of the way in due to being called in to cover at work. I came home, and the entire kitchen was spotless, everything redone and orderly!”
“So they can physically interact with us. Interesting. What else?”
“It...I think it’s a she ghost. A mare.”
“Why?”
“I keep...feeling a presence in my bedroom. When I go to bed. Like someone is curled up behind me. I haven’t...uh. Had anypony to do that with in years.” He explained hastily. “I can’t tell if they’re trying to do something, it’s never been violent. But I know something is there.”
The aged mare sat still for a few moments, closing her eyes and leaving Caramel to wait patiently for an answer. When she opened them again, it was then that she spoke.
“The location you live at. The trees. What fruits do they bear?”
“The...fruits?” He repeated. “Apples. Pears. Things of that type. Why?”
“Are they healthy when they grow? Unblemished?”
“Yeah, they’re like some of the apples back home even. Applejack and her family had some of the best, but these ones are really good. Should I not have eaten them? Am I poisoned?!”
“Hush, child.” The aged mare got up and hobbled over to a nearby shelf, a hand reaching up towards a small jar containing white dust within it. Well, it looked like dust, for all Caramel knew. “You are in luck. The spirit you are haunted by is not one of violence or regret, as some often be. They seem only interested in doing good. The home must be a place of positive memory to them, for them to keep and preserve the house so well.”
“Well, that’s a relief I guess.” He looked at the jar as the spiritualist set it on the table, then back to her. “What uh...what’s that?”
“Something to help you. If you wish the spirit to begone, then you must confront it. Bring it out to the real world. Bone dust, given freely from ancestors of old.” The mare explained while tapping the lid of the jar. “Spread this in a wide circle around the bed. This is where the spirit seems to be the most present and physical. It will bring her to reality, where you can help put her to rest.”
“And how do I do that?”
“To stay in that place means the spirit clings to a memory of it’s past life that it thought was important. It may require a little acting on your behalf. But if possible, you must walk her through the memory to its completion. Only once she’s satisfied can she be at rest again and leave your house alone. It shouldn’t be complex, I would imagine. It could be as simple as a conversation. If you feel in danger, you only need to break the circle and she will be released from it’s binding. She won’t be fulfilled until you act, however.”
Caramel nodded slowly and reached for the jar, only for the woman to swat his hand. He opened his mouth to speak, but heard the clinking of coins from his coin purse again before she relinquished the jar. “Do you have any other advice, ma’am?”
“Not without another coin purse from you, I’m afraid.”
That very evening found Caramel taking up the jar of dust and casting it about his bed in as concise a circle he could manage. He had to pull it away from the wall it rested against to complete the circle, but made do with what he had. The lamp light on the nightstand illuminated the room aplenty, although there was a fair amount from the moon’s glow outside as well. He had the window open to allow a gentle breeze into the room, since it had been warm the past few days and a nice breeze helped him relax better.
“Ok, the mystic said that was it for the most part. I guess I just...wait for now.” Caramel remarked aloud. “She always appears when I go to sleep, so maybe I should do that? It’s already pretty late.” No one in the house gave an answer back, making the earth pony sigh to himself. “Great job, Caramel. Now the ghost has you talking to yourself.”
A few minutes later had Caramel in his boxers to sleep in, brushing his teeth in a lackadaisy fashion. Truth be told, the whole day had led up to this moment, and he half believed he should’ve been more...anticipating? But it was just as likely he was being conned by the mystic mare, the simple stallion once again being given the short end of the stick. That “bone dust” could be nothing more than chalk residue she ground up to sell for profit, and he was just the type of bozo to fit the bill.
“Ahh...c’mon, man.” he gargled out before spitting into the sink. “Beating myself up won’t help me any. I moved out here to get a fresh take on life. I’ve got a solid job, a nice place to live at. Friendly neighbors. I don’t have a marefriend yet, but, hey who knows?” He wiped at his mouth with a towel and looked at himself in the mirror. “You might get somepony. You could.”
His reflection stared back for a few seconds before he sighed and looked down. “Ok, you could at least say something nice to yourself? C’mon. We took self-esteem therapy, didn’t we?” he muttered before looking back up at the mirror. He opened his mouth to speak, but held off from talking as he observed the surface start to fog up. Caramel stepped back from the sink and it was then that the hair on the back of his neck stood up. He froze in place as the sensation of something pressed against the back of his shoulders, then rolled down his spine before letting go.
“S-she’s...she’s here.” he muttered before quickly exiting the bathroom and making for his bed. He stumbled at the circle, being mindful to not break the design or disrupt it, and stepped over it to stand by his bed. He could feel something follow behind him, before suddenly zipping around to his front and away from him. The bed sunk down in the middle, as if weighed down by something. Caramel waited, and his patience was rewarded as a form started to fade into view before his very eyes.
It was definitely a mare, going off the face alone that formed first. Soft, pale skin with tiny dots of freckles crossing the nose and cheeks, turquoise eyes that looked bright in the moonlight. Her hair formed next, full and bushy and a healthy shade of orange. It fell over to one side of her head while the rest flowed down her back to her shoulders, appearing very soft to the touch. A smile graced her muzzle from behind full, kissable lips that made his gaze waver for a moment before continuing to follow the development of her form. She was...familiar in an odd sense. He couldn’t place it.
What did get his attention though next was when her torso took shape. He’d seen his fair share of mares of all types before, but this mare was blessed with a chest he could scarcely believe was real. Her breasts were massive, enough that he could barely imagine enveloping one with both hands. Yet they didn’t seem to offer her any discomfort, the spirit seeming to keep her chest pushed out as if posing while the rest of her formed. Her torso was slender, the curves soft and inviting as they led down to her waist. They blossomed out again to form a well-defined and genuinely large rump, which was followed by an orange colored tail styled similarly to her mane. Strong legs with thick thighs followed after, ending in bare feet and completing her appearance into the mortal reality Caramel was in.
“...oh my Celestia.” Caramel muttered under his breath. The mare was absolutely gorgeous! He wasn’t sure if it was simply an effect of her being from the afterlife, or if this was truly her form; whoever had been her mate in her lifetime was a lucky son of a buck!
The apparition heard Caramel’s soft exclaim, her bright eyes turning to gaze right at him. He held his standing spot for a second before she eased, her features turning into a loving gaze before she turned in place to face him, staying knelt on the bed as her chest shook with every little motion she made. “Aww, Sug. Don’t look so shy over there. It’s our weddin’ night, after all.”
Caramel’s cheeks burned bright as she continued, slowly making her way off the bed to join him where he stood. Caramel considered himself at about average height for a stallion, which placed the apparition just under his chin. A moment’s pause made the earth stallion remember the circle encompassing the bed; if she tried to move past it, it could ruin the whole effort. He took a step closer to her, past the circle, and found himself right before the orange-maned mare. Her bright turquoise eyes shined as she gazed up at him.
“J-just uh...well, I’m not the most. Experienced?” he mumbled out to her. “I-I mean, for a uh...wedding night.”
“Ah’d sure hope not; I’m yer first wife ya ever had!” The spirit giggled before resting her head against his chest. She was a mix between warm and cold, but Caramel could swear he felt her mane tickle against his neck as she nuzzled against him. “And ah’m gonna be the best wife ever for ya. And hopefully, the best mother to our foals in the future.”
“F-foals. Y-yeah.”
“Do ah make ya nervous, sugarcube?”
Caramel had to dig a bit for the right words before answering her, keeping in mind the mystic’s advice. “I-I just...want to do you right? Do right by you. I mean. You know what I mean.”
Another giggle was her answer before her hands found his cheeks. They were lukewarm, something that told Caramel she was becoming more and more physically present by the minute. He gazed into her eyes, as his own hands came to rest at her sides.
“Oh, ah know plenty what you mean, honey. Ah like it both ways.” She purred up to him before her hands lowered to wander down his chest and middle. He didn’t stop her, only blushing darker as she groped him through the boxers he’d been wearing. “Maybe ah can...encourage ya a bit to warm you up?”
So that was the scene Caramel found himself in. The spirit that had been haunting his house for the better part of a few weeks was in fact, a stunning looking mare who had the misfortune of leaving this world too soon. And if the mystic’s words were accurate as they had been so far, this meant that the only way to help her find peace again was to recreate her wedding night. Caramel, of course, taking up the role of loving husband to his ghostly bride.
And seeing as no secondary apparition of a vengeful husband was coming around…
“...S-sure, beautiful.” Caramel said, nodding. “I’ll follow your lead.”
The spirit’s cheeks brightened to a lovely shade of pink before she leaned up and kissed him on the lips. Caramel accepted it and let his hands drift to her back, pulling her closer to him as she kept the liplock going. He held onto it as best he could, but it was a little hard to try and hold your breath longer than a ghost could, leaving him to break off panting as she grinned up at him. With a tug on his arm, she soon had him resting on the bed, legs spread as she slipped his boxers off. There was a hungry expression in her eyes that made him feel a little apprehensive, but it was soon forgotten when she finally got him free.
“Oh, honey…” The orange-maned mare cooed as she looked at his length, soft but slowly growing outwards as she took hold of him. Caramel shivered a little from her touch, which was soft but still held that minimal degree of oddness one might experience with an ethereal being. It didn’t stop her at all from nuzzling up against his member, the darkened red length draping itself across her nose and forehead as she moved in closer to kiss the base. “It’s been too long since our last roll in the hay...but we ain’t got anypony and anythin’ ta get in our way now.”
“Eeyup.”
“Runnin’ out of words ta say? All that blood in yer brain goin’ somewhere else, sug?” The mare teased, making Caramel look down in time to see her give the base of his hardening member a loving lick.
“E-eeyup.”
“Y’know, one of our kids is gonna inherit that there word of yours.”
“Y-you think so?” It made some dots connect in Caramel’s brain finally through the haze of lust coursing in him, and he gave a small jump as her wet tongue ran along one of his resting balls beneath his length.
“Mmhmm...but ah gotta coax ‘em outta here first. Pears ain’t the only thing Pear Butter can polish well.”
“P-Pear Butter-?!” The exclamation was lost in the air as the now identified Pear Butter went to work on worshipping Caramel’s balls, lavishing them first with tender licks that grew longer and more wet as she got into it. Up above her, the earth stallion’s lust was shook a little at the comprehension that this wasn’t just any beautiful ghost, but the haunting spirit of his ex-boss’ mother!
...yet somehow, it only made his erection grow all the more hard as she worked at his balls. The huffs and wet slurps from below helped as she seemed to be basking in his musk while working him over. Having gone so long without such tender treatment for himself outside of the occasional lonely rub-out alone, Caramel moaned and let her carry on. He couldn’t tell if it was some kind of weird comprehension on his part, but knowing who she was now only made what she was doing all the more hot. His cock was fully hard, reaching out far enough past her face to poke through her soft mane. It tickled against his throbbing mass, a teasing sensation that was already making his toes curl.
Pear Butter pulled back from his now saliva-soaked sack to peer up at his member, going cross-eyed for a moment before changing position to place her muzzle at his tip while her hands held him steady. “Mmm...you look downright delicious, Mac.” She said before giving the flat head of his cock a tender kiss. “Ah could eat you right up.”
“T-the feeling’s...mutual.” Caramel grunted out, the dots of pleasure she was giving him making it hard to keep his composure. “I-I could...let you be on top of me if you wanted? To share?”
“Ya’ll’re so sweet like a candy treat, honey.” Pear praised as she slowly stroked her fingers up and down his member. “But as much as ah love you diggin’ into mah honeypot, there’s only one thing goin’ in it tonight. But momma wants a taste first…”
Caramel had little he could do to even try to stop the mare from engulfing his length in her maw, lips closing around his member and making him moan. For being a blushing bride on their wedding night, Pear seemed voracious in her desire for his cock. She slurped and sucked without seeing a need to slow down, pushing herself past the first third to engulf his medial ring and suckling there before pulling back, then dipping down again in a sensual dive that had Caramel bring his hands down to take hold of her head, fingers weaving into the curled orange mane. The grip he had made her stop and come up, the mare licking at the tip before speaking to him again.
“That’s it sug. Be rough with me. Make me yours. Ah can take it. Ah can take anythin’ ya wanna give me, so long as ya love me.” She mumbled up at him, lustful blue eyes meeting Caramel’s own.
“...goddesses, I do love you.” He said back, making Pear’s cheeks color a deep red before she took him into her maw once again, reaching the medial ring with little effort this time. The warm tunnel her throat made around his cock had Caramel’s fingers twitching and his hips bucking, pushing another inch into her maw and making him enter her throat further. She only moaned around him, and he took it as an invitation to steadily push her further down until her nose bumped up against his groin. Her face was partially obscured by her mane falling about her face and his lap, but if her hand diving down to between her own legs told Caramel anything, she was enjoying it.
Slow but steady, Caramel kept control and pulled Pear back to halfway before moving her back down his length once more. The easy rhythm suited them both, with the stallion giving the occasional buck of his hips when her tongue would slide over his underside and around him. He was leaking pre-cum into her mouth, but neither this nor the way he should’ve been almost obstructing her airway stopped the apparition from continuing to suck him off. Caramel knew he could be as rough as he wanted to, but hard-learned manners kept him from going too rough.
Pear Butter seemed to be basking in his taking control, her blue eyes rolling back and forth between the ceiling, his face, and then his groin as she worked him over. He was throbbing with every downward pass, gasping for air as she continued her dutiful worship. The wet sounds of her lips on his cock was only magnified by the additional noise of her fingers toying with her marehood. For Caramel, it was already proving to be too much to handle. He was holding out as long as possible, but the mare was too good for him.
“P-Pear, I can’t hold out. Much. More.” He grunted out to her. The phrase made the mare stop toying with herself only to take hold of his hips and increase the pace of her blowjob to a rapid level. Caramel threw his head back as Pear’s head dove and rose quick, slurping and sucking hard at his twitching length. “Pear! Pear!”
The warnings were for naught as Caramel’s climax overtook him, a final push by Pear Butter making her bury his cock to the hilt in her throat as he released his pent-up load. The swelling of his cock made her own throat and cheeks bulge out, yet not once did she stop lavishing his cock with licks and swipes of her tongue. Every thick wad of his cum fell into her waiting belly, and she took it all with no trouble for herself. Caramel was left breathless as his climax tapered off, and he pulled back to withdraw himself from Pear’s loving oral prowess. With a parting wet kiss, she let his length rest against his thigh before looking up to him. Her lips parted, showing her pink tongue still coated with his cum before she closed her mouth to swallow and showing after that she’d gulped down every drop.
“...fuck.” The swear escaped Caramel as he wiped at his sweating brow. “You’re incredible, Pear Butter.”
“Some of the gals back home gave me advice for a proper good time. Looks like some of it’s helping. Aw,” she paused to gently rub his half-hard length that was still recovering, “done wore the poor fella out. You still feelin’ up to more, sugarcube?”
“A-absolutely!” He blurted out before composing himself a little as she giggled. “I-I mean. Yeah. Who wouldn’t, with you?”
“Well, ain’t nopony else gonna get this kinda lovin’ but you and this darlin’ fella.” She cooed before leaning down to kiss his length. It gave a light twitch against his thigh but stayed put for the moment. “Oh! Ah know what to do.” Caramel blinked before blushing as she leaned in closer, slipping his length into her cleavage as she brought her tits forward to wholly engulf his lap in them. “Chiffon Swirl taught me this one. Said Carrot can’t resist it none when she does it.”
Caramel only mustered up a groan as she took hold of her breasts from both sides and worked them over his member. The soft cushions had no trouble in squeezing around his length, massaging it tenderly and breathing life into it again as he felt himself hardening. He let Pear stay in control this time, lavishing in her attentions as she played with his cock. Before long, he was fully hard again, yet even at that point he couldn’t get his cock to emerge from the depths of her cleavage.
“Ah always thought these darn things were too troublesome fer livin’ a good life. Shoppin’ for shirts wound up bein’ almost a competition of whose got the stronger fabric.” Pear commented to Caramel. “But ah’m glad they’re makin’ you feel so good.”
“T-they’re fantastic. Just like you are, Pear.” Caramel praised, looking down at his lap. He could feel their heftiness as they pressed up against him, allowing him to buck his hips a little in a vain effort to emerge from her cleavage. “...can’t even see myself stuck in them.”
Pear giggled and gave her chest a light shake, making her tits bounce around his length. “Makes all them jokes about milk tanks worth it to see yer face lookin’ so happy. And the kids’ll be happy too. Ah got plenty of lovin’ to give them too.” The mare’s affectionate expression bespoke the motherly nature he knew she had in her lifetime. Caramel couldn’t stop himself from acting, taking hold of Pear’s shoulders to bring her up from the floor and into his lap. A searing kiss from him cut off any sort of surprised words that would’ve left the mare, melting into a moan instead as he took up a handful of both breasts while she straddled his lap.
“Gonna make me a proper woman, Mac?” She whispered lustfully.
“You’re already a proper woman. The best woman. Ever.” Caramel replied. It earned him another deep kiss from the mare, both of them groaning into the other’s mouth as they ground against one another, Pear’s wet pussy right up against Caramel’s rejuvenated cock. Eagerness took hold of them both then, Caramel leaning back to help Pear lift herself up and position his tip at her swollen lips. The darkened red length stood in great contrast with Pear’s pale skin, and he was left to look on as she sunk down onto him with ease. Whether it was pure arousal on her behalf or due in part to her ghostly self, Caramel had no trouble easing into her, evoking a delighted gasp from Pear.
“Yes! Yes! Fill me up so good, Mac!” She exclaimed as she continued to sink down, only coming to a stop when he was entirely hilted within her. For Caramel, the feeling was different beyond anything he’d known in his adult life yet. It was one thing for a mare’s tunnel to be warm and tight around him, but Pear’s took it to entirely different levels. Where he expected pure heat, there was instead an almost soothing balm of cool that seemed to bring out more of his own body heat. Even with her being only a spirit made manifest, she was still delightfully tight, squeezing around him from all sides even as she trembled in his lap.
Lust overtook Caramel’s thinking as he buried his head in Pear’s cleavage, happy to be stuffed between the two massive mounds while rocking his hips to bounce her in his lap. The feeling of the pillows jiggling around his head as Pear’s hands pressed into his shoulders, pulling him closer into her, was heavenly as she rode him. The earth pony mare was no slouch there either, moving herself with timed motions to raise and lower her bountiful rump to repeatedly plunge his cock into her wanting depths. Her cries were loud in the small room, making Caramel briefly wonder if anypony outside might hear her.
He decided to Tartarus with it if they did; this was the first good turn in his life since he’d moved.
“It’s so good, Mac!” Pear declared, breathing in rapid gasps as she bounced atop him. “I love you, honey!”
Caramel took the initiative then to further pleasure the voluptuous spirit and latched his mouth onto one of her nipples that were bouncing before his vision, clamping down and suckling on the nub with gusto. The way Pear clenched around him told him he was on the right train of thinking, prompting him to take a handful hold of her other breast and tweak the unclaimed nipple there. Her scream rang in his ears and only further fueled his lust as he thrust upwards into her wanting marehood, fully burying himself each round she made.
It came with a sudden realization of how wet she was and how wet his crotch felt that Caramel realized he might’ve overwhelmed the busty mare right into an orgasm, if her trembling form was any indicator. The comprehension of how tightly she was holding onto him only pushed him onwards, moving the pair of them further onto the bed with Pear on her back and him on top. Sprawled out on the bed with her curled mane fanned out around her head, he didn’t even pause to spare a beat before thrusting roughly into her wet pussy.
“That’s it, sugarcube! Claim me! Ah’m all yours for the takin’!” Pear encouraged him as he leaned up to watch her whole body rock under his efforts. Every thrust he gave would make her entire body shake, her heaving breasts bouncing up and around in a rhythmic pattern that would’ve almost hit her own face if not for her hands holding onto them. He kept his grip around her legs, hands braced on her thighs as he jackhammered into her. The heavy, quick slaps of his balls hitting against her was an undercurrent to his panting and her squeals,
“Ah love you, Mac! Ah love you so much!”
“I love you too, Pear!” Caramel exclaimed, the adrenaline and desire coursing through him keeping him going at the fast pace he’d been hammering her with. Every stallion has his limit, however, and Caramel knew it was coming soon. “Ain’t far. Off!”
“Oh, baby, make me a momma! I want it inside me, every drop of ya you can give!” Pear begged of him. “Gimme every foal ya’ll can!”
He felt his balls twitch from the demand, and groaned aloud as he flared within her depths. Caramel couldn’t help but to look one last time as Pear’s face, the mare’s eyes rolling back as she looked on the verge of another climax herself. She was tugging at her breasts as he thrust into her, heightening her pleasure as her legs tightened around his backside to keep him within her. The ecstatic sounds coming from her tipped him over, and he hilted himself fully before releasing another load into her.
Pear was nothing but a mess of squealing and tightness around his cock as she milked every drop of his cum he had to give. Every thick spurt blasted into her waiting and wanting depths, making the mare throw her head back and her legs to clench tighter around his back as they rode out their respective climaxes. For Caramel, it was an experience beyond anything he could handle almost. How Bright Mac could’ve handled such a wanting mare on his own was beyond his rational thinking, the only thought on his mind being the tapering off of his cum pooling within her depths.
A sudden weariness crossed over Caramel’s form, exhaustion filling every muscle in his form as he gasped for air. It was all he could manage to finally withdraw from Pear Butter’s depths, before he collapsed beside her. He felt her hands reach for him, crossing over his shoulders, but he could do little to act. Darkness tugged at his vision, and before he knew any more, he was out like a light.
“Pear Butter!”
The words left Caramel’s lips with a sudden shout, as he shot up in bed. He panted for breath, his eyes looking about the room that was now well lit by the morning sun shining through the window nearby. Three sweeps of the bedroom found no trace of the beauty, save only for Caramel’s feeling of utter exhaustion yet satisfaction in his loins. He sighed and looked to the floor, seeing the trail of bone dust from the mystic mare still present, albeit now disrupted. No doubt from the breeze blowing in.
“...man. That really happened, huh?” He muttered before getting up from the bed and leaving his dirtied, ruffled sheets where they were. In truth, he was glad to know that in a way, he’d helped the Apple family matriarch find peace in her afterlife, even if she didn’t know it was him personally. He would be lucky to find such a mare in his own life, let alone earn her affections to make her his wife. But it was what it was, and he would carry on with his life. “I hope you’re at peace now, Pear Butter.”
A shuffling sound from the bedroom got his attention as he was dabbing at his face with a spare washcloth. Bringing it with him, Caramel came to a stop in the doorway when he took note of his surroundings. The messed bed was made and clean, not a trace of last night’s events being present. The bone dust on the floor had been scooped up and placed back in the spare jar he’d kept on a nearby table, the lid closed tight. It seemed to be missing a little though, which he soon discovered was still on the floor but in the shape of a small heart by the bed. “...Pear?”
His only answer was a soft giggle in his ear, and the tingle on the back of his neck like a soft hand crossing over it.