Tower Ponies

>Be Anon
>Well, Barbarian King Anon
>You’re on an adventure with your brother-in-arms, Anon
>He’s a wizard
>You don’t truly agree with his methods, but he’s the only other human in a land full of colorful ponies
>You’re a good ol’ sword and board kinda guy
>You shift in you comfy leather armor you had made
>You tell everyone that it’s the skin of your enemies, but it’s just synthetic stuff you bought from Rarity
>You need to keep up the image of ‘Barbarian King’
>You were no barbarian, and certainly you were no king
>It was just your character from Dungeons and Dragons back on earth
>But the ponies didn’t need to know that
>You and your companion approach the destination
>Ten stone tower built in a perfect circle reach high into the sky
>You pull out the cloth map from your back pocket and look at it
>You’re defiantly in the right place… you think
“This is it.”
>You comrade eyeballs you, knowing you weren’t positive
>You still venture forth towards the spires
>You flatten yourself against the wall and peak around the corner
>A large red dragon sits perfectly in the center of the towers
>He appears to be asleep, which is a good sign
>”So, which tower are we going through?”
>You friend nearly scares you half to death
>Responding to him you point a finger at each tower
“Eny Meny Miny Mo…”
>The mage facepalms at your childish decision style
>Your finger lands on a tower
“I’m going for that one, you can take another if you like.”
>”Double the loot.”
>The both of you smile deviously
>Plundering old ruins was your meal ticket, and you both certainly weren’t starving
>Ponies, for the most part, preferred to stay away from anything that was considered dangerous
>Those who did were usually stupid or completely suited for the job
>Like that pesky Daring Do
>Bitch had stolen your treasure more than once
>Your partner’s hands begin to glow
>He casts and invisibility spell on himself
>He advances towards his own tower as you go to yours
>You just walk to it
>A dragon is really hard to wake up
>You’ll need an explosion to wake one of this size
>You reach the old wooden door of the tower and swing it open, stepping inside
>The pungent smell of mildew assaults your nose
>The light of the sun guides you as you head up the stairs
>You arrive at the door of the first floor
>You try to peer through the cracks in the aged wood, but see nothing
>Cautiously opening it, you look around
>The room is filled with dismembered skeletons
>On the far side of the large room was a throne
>In the throne was a skeleton adorned in golden robs
>You draw your sword and shield, knowing what’s to come
>As expected, the skeleton in the throne rises from his seat
>”K-K-K-K-K-K-K…”
>He rattles at you
“Oh no, three spooky five me.”
>You shrug as he raises his hand
>The other skeletons in the room begin to come together, grabbing what bones aren’t used to make soldiers as weapons
>You begin swing you sword with little care
>Skeletons are pussy-shit
>Most of them fall with a single swing, some requiring two
>After you finish off the fodder you turn to the leader
>”You think you can k-k-k-k-kill me?”
“Yeah, I-“
>The sound of an explosion cuts you off
>Followed by the roar of a pissed off dragon
>Both you and the skeleton run to the window
>You watch as the dragon rises from its slumber
>Smoke pours out of the tower adjacent to yours
“Damn it, Anon!”
>The skeleton places his hand on your shoulder
>”Dude, you are so fucked.”
>You grab him and threw him out the window
>The rumbling of the dragon doesn’t deter you from advancing
>You reach the second floor
>A single chest sits in the center of the room
>Fuck no, nuh uh, nope, no
>That’s the most obvious mimic you’ve ever seen
>You walk past it, but stop before you reach the stairs
>You look back at the chest
>Damn your greedy nature
>You examine it carefully while keeping your distance
>You pick up a loose pebble and throw it at it
>It bounced off with no reaction
>You draw your sword, placing it between the lid and base
>You flip the lid open, waiting for it to jump to life
>After a few seconds of tense stillness you let out a relived sigh
>As you take a step towards the open chest you notice that there was only one item in it, a single string
>You reach in and grab it
>Pulling it, you find it’s attached to the bottom of the container
>You stood and scratched the back of your head
>A brick fell from the ceiling and struck you in the head
>It didn’t do much damage, it was just an annoyance
>Now you had a headache, an angry dragon, and a snobby magic user to deal with
>Chuckling came through the hole where the brick once was
>You draw your sword and stormed up the stairs in anger
>When you reach the door you kick it open, nearly tearing it of its hinges
>In the room a single goblin dances, laughing like an idiot
>He must not notice you’re there because he’s not shitting his britches
>You catch him by one of his long, pointy ears
>He shrieks and squirms
>You don’t even have to say anything before he starts begging
>”Hey man, it was a joke! A joke man! Please, let me go!”
>You smile, knowing what waits for him outside
>You release his ear and point him to the door
>He heads straight for it, repeatedly saying ‘thank you’ and bowing
>You turn, seeing his personal possessions that he had left behind, ripe for the taking
>You look back at the door before delving into the drawers of a workbench
>You find nothing but a few tools you can sell for cheap change
>You decide to just leave it behind and continue
>The real treasure has to be at the top of the tower
>It meets the criteria for every dungeon ever
>Big dragon defending it, slowly increasing in difficulty fodder enemies, traps, small loot stashes
>Why wouldn’t it follow the ‘shit-ton of gold at the end’ trope?
>You continue your ascent, cutting down anything in your path, which wasn’t much
>Next to a few Beholders and a lever puzzle you made it through unscaved
>You were now approaching the tenth floor and final floor
>You half-hazardly push open the door
>”Took you long enough.”
>An unfamiliar voice echoed through the room
>The sun had begun to set, making it slightly difficult to survey the room
>You see several chests, a quadruped mannequin with a battle axe, a desk, and a large bed
>Something on the bed moves, making you draw your sword
>It pulls a book from in front of its face
>”Oh, You’re not Captain Turkus.”
>The voice is feminine, but extremely deep and slightly threatening
>The figure lazily rolls out of the bed and steps into the light
>It’s a quadruped, but not one you’ve seen in this land before
>Large ivory tusks jut from her maw
>Her fur is a dark brown and she is wearing some kind of armored vest with shoulder pads
>Her build is muscular, yet a little flabby, probably because she has been sitting in this tower since Celestia knows when
>”My name is Princess Relna of the Boar Kingdom. I wasn’t expecting a… whatever you are to come and save me.”
>You politely bow for the Princess
“I wasn’t expecting to find a princess up here.”
>As you talked she advanced towards you
>Her flat snot twitched as she caught your scent
>She stepped closer, examining you
>”Your leather’s fake…”
>You’re surprised she could tell
“Well, where I’m from-“
>”Take it off.”
>That caught you off guard
“W-what?”
>”Off.”
>She walked towards the mannequin
“I don’t think-“
“Take it off now!”
>She was balancing the giant axe between her tusks, slowly advancing towards you
>As she gets close you push yourself up against the door
>You lucky your armor wasn’t revealing because you were sporting quite the chub right now
>The light from the window became blocked out by the massive figure of the dragon as he soared through the air
>Both of you turned your attention to the window
>Although, when Relna did, the axe nearly split you in half
>A barrage of magic struck the dragon
>You looked out to see you magic comrade assaulting the serpent an uncollapsed portion of his tower, around the fifth floor
>”Is he with you?”
>You sigh
>”Yup, I should probably go help him.”
>She moves, shifting her hooves to a more battle ready stance
>”Great, I’ve been itching for a fight!”
>She nearly jumps out the window, but you catcher
“Don’t you think there is an easier way down?”
>You release her and she heads towards the door, flustered
>”Sorry, I’m just a little excited, a suitable male and a fight in one day. Could a girl wish for anything better?”
>She shakes her muscular, firm rear as she walks through the door
>You follow close behind, enjoying the view
>Once both of you are outside you stop the coy flirting and join the fray
>Relna charges straight into battle
>You need to take a second to let The Dragonslayer™ in your pants relax before you attack
>But when it does, boy are you ready to battle
>You draw you sword and charge
>Your brother-in-arms did a good job of tiring the dragon out, already forcing him to the ground
>He was keeping a steady chain of spells on the beast
>Relna was swinging at it with her axe, leaving large gashes in its scales
>The dragon seems worn out and on the verge of collapse, although not vitally wounded
>You run at the torso and swing
>You blade barely cuts through its thick hide
>Blood trickles down your blade as you pull it out
>You slash at the beast a few more times before the dragon collapses
>Still alive, just unconscious
>Your comrade makes his way down the remaining tower and meets you next to the dragon
“You find anything good?”
>The mage smiles
>”You could say that.”
>From behind him a translucent figure floats forward
>A small wisp, only slightly bigger than a filly comes to eye level
>She smiles and hums at you, blushing slightly
>She has three Xs stitched into her mouth, preventing her from talking
>She appeared to be wearing sleeves that were to long for her arms, as the tops flopped over her hooves
>Her bottom half was stereotypical smoke-like ghost tail
>She cute as shit, even looking at her made you smile
>”How about you?”
“I… uh…”
>You looked around for Relna
>As you looked you felt a snap in the back of your pants, then them dropping to the ground
>You turned to see the boar throw her battle axe aside and charge at you
>She tackled you to the ground and mounted you, grinding against your member
>”Fuck me right here, right now!”
>You looked to your friend, who was smiling like an idiot
“Trade yah.”
>He chuckled
>”No, I’m fine. I’ll leave you to it then.”
>He turned and began to walk away
>As she grinded, you can feel Relna’s wetness on your hardening cock
>You push her off of you
“Maybe we should find somewhere more… suitable for this.”
>She blew air out of her nose
“Fine, I should let my father know I was saved. Besides, I have an extra comfy bed for us to share tonight.”
>You laugh nervously at that
>You pull your pants back up and tie your snapped belt in a knot so that they won’t fall again


>Be Anon, Magi Extraordinaire
>You follow close behind you brother-in-arms, Anon the Dense-Headed Warrior
>He’s leading you on his ‘quest’ to get ‘epic loot’
>You had to come
>Loot is the only way you can make money
>No a lot of people need a magic using monkey in this world
>You don’t even know how you are able to use magic
>You we’re just kinda able to when you showed up here
>Twilight help you hone your craft, until you learned that levitation is pretty fucking useless when you’re in a dungeon crawl
>She taught you the little she knew about offensive spells, but is certainly wasn’t enough
>Although, she was kind enough to give you a magic enhancing necklace
>You went to the higher ups in the magical world
>You learned the rest of the spells you know from various people, mostly guards and some less-than-reputable people
>You approach a grouping of ten symmetrical towers
>Your long trench coat flows gently in the soft breeze
>You friend pulls out the map and looks it over
>He has no clue what he’s looking at
>He’s an idiot, but he’s the only other human in this world of Technicolor horses
>”This is it.”
>You give him a disbelieving look
>He still continues towards the towers, pressing himself against the wall and peeking around it
>You sigh, following behind him
>You spot the sleeping red dragon as you take your position behind your friend
“So, which tower are we going through?”
>You friend jumps at your words, not realizing you were there
>He sticks his finger out towards one of the spire entrances
>”Eny Meny Miny Mo…”
>You facepalm at your comrade’s stupidity
>“I’m going for that one, you can take another if you like.”
”Double the loot.”
>You both smile at the idea of a large payday
>You raise your hand and focus, conjuring up a spell
>You move it swiftly down the length of your body, covering yourself in a magical veneer
>You sneak away toward you selected tower
>You carefully open the door and step into the room
>Slowly making your way up the stairs you check your surroundings for traps
>You reach the door of the first floor and place your hand on it
>Even though your hand is invisible the glow of your gemstone ring is still visible as you plant a spell rune
>You knock on the door
“Yo, I got dem pizzas you ordered.”
>You hear movement on the other side
>”We didn’t order no pizzas.”
>You quickly retreat down the stairs and the door swings open
>You clasp your hand, causing the rune on the door to explode
>The spell shacks the entire tower, bits of dust falling from the ceiling
>You reascend the stairs, dropping your invisibility spell
>The room is filled with smoke
>You wave your hands, trying to clear it away
>Once it does you see several armor clad ponies laying on the floor, most dead, the others unconscious
>You begin examining the bodies, rummaging through their pockets for bits
>The light in the room suddenly cuts off
>You look towards the window
>Instead of a landscape, you see the eye of a very anger dragon
>Spotting you, it lets out a mighty roar, shaking the flimsy spire
>It turns its head so that the snout is facing the window
>It opens its mouth wide, taking a deep inhale
>You see the red glow at the back of the beast’s throat
>You quickly begin making your way to the next floor as he exhales into the room, flooring it with fire
>The flames chases you up the stairs
>You burst through the door to the next floor
>Several ponies are sitting around a table playing cards
>You dash by them, ignoring them completely
>You are already to the next floor by the time you hear their dire screams as they are engulfed in flame
>You take a moment to catch your breath
>Hopefully the dragon thinks you are dead
>You throw open the door to the next room and, without hesitation, flood it with an ice spell
>Lucky for you, it was a rock golem
>You push him over and watch as he shatters apart
>Whelp, onto the next floor
>You advance up the tower at a rather fast pace
>Magic made most battles easy, unless you were fighting another magic user
>There were none in the tower so you made quick work of the monsters and villains that lurked here
>You kick a smoldering corpse out of the way to peer out the window
>You look down, counting the other windows, then up, repeating the action
>You’re on the ninth floor, only one levels remain
>And you neigh have a drop of loot from the venture
>So much for a grand feast when you get home
>You tiredly climbed the stairs to the next floor
>Using magic takes a lot out of you
>All you want to do it go home and sleep now
>As you reach the door something catches your ear
>The sound of soft, child-like humming come from the other side of the door
>You place your ear to the door to get a better listen
>There was defiantly something humming on the other side
>Just to be safe you conjure up a fireball
>You push open the door slowly
>A large black curtain is drawn over the window, preventing any outside light from shining in
>The only light came from you magic and an ominous white blue glow
>You advanced into the room, moving towards the hum
>It seem to be coming from the area of the blue glow
>As you get closer your flame illuminates a broom that seems to be floating on its own, sweeping the floor
>The blue glow seems to start taking form as you approach
>Only a few steps away you can see the general outline of a pony in the glow
>The humming stops and the outline turn towards you
>Catching a glimpse of a face the figure seems to speed away, letting the broom drop to the floor
>It looks for solace by sinking onto an old, dingy bed in the corner
>You extinguish your flame and advance towards the bed blindly
“Hey, its okay, I’m not here to hurt you.”
>You try to give a calm domineer as you swing you hand, looking for the bed
>The glow reemerges from the mattress, providing you with much needed light
>The figure floats towards you
>With each inch it draws closer more of its feature become visible
>It’s only a few inches from your face when you can make out every detail
>She has three Xs stitched into her mouth, preventing her from talking
>She appeared to be wearing sleeves that were to long for her arms, as the tops flopped over her hooves
>Her bottom half was stereotypical smoke-like ghost tail
>She hums at you curiously, swirling around you
>She stops in front of you and looks you in the eyes, her head cocked slightly
>You reach out a hand, placing it on her cheek
>You stare, mouth half open, at the cuteness of the thing
>She places he hooves against your wrist as you caress her gentle face
>She blushes slightly, humming happily as you pet her
>You notice the small crown adorning her head
>You paid it little mind as you stood and made your way towards the window
“Can I open this? it’s a little dark in here.”
>She nods
Post from here >You pull open the shade, but don’t find what you’re hoping there
>The pupil of a pissed of dragon peers at you
>You pull the shades shut again
“I think we should go.”
>You grab the ghosts arm and pull her with you as you hastily exit the room
>As the both of you descend the stairs you feel a gust of wind as the dragon’s tail takes of the top level of the tower
>You quicken your pace, descending past the copious amounts of corpses you left behind
>Each time you reach a new floor the previous one becomes pulverized by the giant serpent, each time getting closer to your level
>You only able to outrun him for so long
>You reach the fifth floor
>Out of the window you see the creature swinging its massive tail towards the structure
>You pull the Princess in close to you and place your palm flat to the ground
>A magical barrier forms around you and the lady
>Rubble bounces off the shield as the dragon annihilates the wall
>The dust settles, leaving you and the princess unsaved
>You drop the spell and stand, your coat flapping in the wind of the dragon’s wings
>You call a spear of lightning to your hand and hurl it at the dragon, striking it in the side as you call another to your hand
>It takes to the sky’s trying to avoid your relentless barrage
>You didn’t let up for a second, continuously casting at the beast
>As he swoops back around you hit his wing with a sear, causing him to crash into the ground
>You keep pelting him with magic until you see your comrade emerge from his tower, followed by a girl of his own
>They join that fray, assaulting the dragon with melee
>The dragon finally collapses, unconscious
>Too bad you weren’t able to kill him, which would have been a nice addiction to your resume
>Anon: Human, Mage, Dragon slayer
>You venture down the remainder of the tower and meet up with your ally
>”Find anything good?”
>You smile
>”You could say that.”
>The ghost floats out from behind you, introducing herself to your comrade
>He smiles at her appearance, as you did
“How about you?”
>”I… uh…”
>He looks around frantically from something
>You see the boar coming up behind him, but you keep your mouth shut
>She swung her axe, snapping his belt
>His pants dropped down around his ankles
>She knocked him to the ground and climbed on top of him
>She swings her pelvis back and forth
>”Fuck me right here, right now!”
>You smile at the big bad barbarian being dominated by a girl
>He looks up at you
>”Trade yah.”
>He giggles like an idiot
”No, I’m fine. I’ll leave you to it then.”
>You turn and walk away, accompanied by your spectral princess

>It’s late in the night by the time you reach your quaint home in Ponyville
>You throw your door open and toss your keys on the nearby table
>You remove your coat and place it on the hook next to the door
>You head straight to your bedroom, removing your shirt and leaving it on the floor outside of the room
>You climb into bed, covering yourself with the big comfy blanket
>You look at the princess who was floating above the bed
>She looks around nervously, not sure what to do
>You pull the covers back slightly and pat the mattress
>She floats forward hesitantly, but stops
“Come on, it’s okay.”
>She floats through the blanket and presses her entire body against your chest, humming softly
>You throw the blankets back over both you and her
>Wrapping your arms around her you enjoy the feeling of her spectral form
>Although the air around is cold you still feel warm when holding her
>You stroke her mane as you begin to drift off to sleep

>Relna trotted ahead of ahead of you
>You had some trouble keeping up with her
>You’ve been traveling for nearly five hours through the night to reach the main Boar main camp
>Boars were mostly nomadic, although the main camp moves only once every few years
>Equestria was a lot smaller than you expected, most thing being within a week’s walking distance
>Torches in the distance and a happy squeal from Relna tells you that you’re drawing close to your destination
>As you approach the wooden walls of the camp, as Relna steps through the gate, the guards stand in surprise
>She passes by them, wordless, only smiling coyly at them
>As you approach the guards turn their attention, and large weapons, towards you
>”He’s with me, boys. He’s the one that save me”
>The looked at her, then back at you in disbelieve
>They lowered their weapons and let you pass
>As you continued into the camp each boar you passed looked at you with a mixture of curiousity and disgust
>They don’t like outsiders apparently
>Relna led you to the large tent in the middle of the encampment
>As the both of you enter she runs up to the boar in the throne
>”Daddy!”
>She throws herself at him, wrapping her arms around him
>He returned the embrace
>He was as big as Celestia, but he is mostly torso
>His legs are short and stubby, barely able to reach around his daughter
>You stay by the door as they talk for a bit, until Relna motions you over
>You hesitantly follow her orders, approaching the chief
>You’re unsure of what to do, so you bow like you would to the princesses
>He laughs and motions you to stand up
>”I’m not like your princesses in Equestria, there is no need to bow to me. So you’re the one to save my daughter? I knew I couldn’t trust that halfwit Turkus. What’s your name son?”
“I am Anonymous, Barbarian King.”
>He breaks out into a fit of laughter, quickly joined by everyone in the room
>You grow extremely red in the face
>”I doubt you are a king or a barbarian, Anonymous. But you are the savior of my daughter and I thank you for that. I’m glad to see she will have a competent husband…
>HUSBAND?
>”…And I will have an heir to my throne.”
>HEIR?
>You open your mouth to protest, but it is silenced by the princess
>”I’ll so you to my room, brave Anonymous.”
>She flutters her eyelashes at you
>It wouldn’t be a bad idea if you spent the night, would it?
>Relna pushes the flap to her tent with her tusks
>You follow her in, enjoy the view from your end
>She was extremely muscular, even for a princess
>The tent was very large with plenty of personal items strun about
>As you observed the room you didn’t notice Relna standing in front of you
>You bump into her, nearly getting impaled on her ivory
>Her head being at waist level, she takes a big whiff or your crouch
>She seems to enjoy the sent, maybe a little too much
>A small drop of saliva drips from her lips
>”Armor, off.”
>You don’t argue, quickly stripping down to your boxers
>You stand awkwardly as she circles around you, observing you
>She climbs onto the edge of her large bed and lays on her back
>Spreading her legs, she reveals he moist slit
>Liquid coats her thighs and tail, glistening in the torchlight
>”Eat.”
>You stood for a second, unsure of yourself
>She snorted angrily at you
>You didn’t want a repeat of what happened in the tower so you do as you are told
>You kneel in front of her, getting full view of her vag
>It was begging for attention, begging for you
>You run your tongue along the lips’ length, stopping at the exposed clit
>You lock your lips down on it, sucking lightly
>This earns a loud moan from Relna
>You separate from her happy button and move down to the main course
>You spread her flower with your fingers and stare into her pink pleasure palace
>You slowly insert your tongue, savoring every inch
>She moans and squirms, gasping for more
>You swirl it around her inner walls
>You enjoy her flavor and her heat, gladly slurping away at her cooch
>Relna placed her hoof on your head, forcing you deeper inside
>She grinded her hips against you face
>Her moans and squeals became louder and louder as she drew near
>She continued to beg for more as you lapped away
>She used booth hooves to force you into the soft flesh of her cunt as she reached he peak
>She screamed loudly as she pump her orgasm into your mouth
>You couldn’t resist but to swallow some of it
>She releases you as she rides out the last of her climax
>You pull away, her sweet nectar dripping from your mouth and chin
>She twitches slightly as she stimulated her clit, making sure to get the full satisfaction
>You wipe your chin as she regains her composure
>She eyes you happily, taking deep breaths
>She drags herself up to her pillow
>Smiling, she looks at your fully erect cock making a large tent with your boxers
>”You ready to fuck me?”
“What, no foreplay for me?”
>You chuckle, already knowing the answer
>”You have one job tonight, and that is to please me.”
“Understood.”
>You strip you boxers and climb onto the bed
>You climb atop her
>Looking her in the eye you smile
>You lower your lips into hers, surprising her, but she returns the kiss
>You slip your tongue into her mouth and she battles it with hers
>As you two make out you line up your member with her opening
>You pull away from the kiss as you begin to slid it in
>The amount of natural lube she produced made it easy for you to enter
>She moans as your head slips in between her sensitive lips
>You plunge your length into her
>You already feel tension build in you loans
>You begin moving your hips in a rhythmic fashion
>The softness and heat of her insides feels amazing on your shaft as you pump away
>She snorts and moans with every thrust
>You lean in and kiss her again as you pick up your pace
>Her juices drip down your legs and balls
>She shifts to her side, lifting her leg up
>You don’t miss a beat as you place it on your shoulder
>Her grunts become more feral as time goes on
>Her nether begins to heat up, her muscles milking you cock
>She bites down on her bottom lip as you thrust away
>She once again squeals as she reaches her finale
>Her muscular wall clamp down on your manhood like a vice, pulsing and contorting
>You couldn’t hold back anymore
>With a grunt you release yourself into her
>Your seed shoots into her womb as you thrust slightly
>You take a few deep breaths and lean over her, kissing her sensually
>You go to pull out, but Relna wraps her muscular thighs around your waist
>”Did I say you were done?”
>You swallow nervously as she forces you to plunge you sensitive member back into her
>again and again she forces you to fuck her, never letting you pull out once
>And again and again you both cum
>Each time you think it’s over, only to not be allowed to leave her cunt
>It was daybreak before she lets you take a break
>Lying next to you she places her hoof on your chest
>”Now wasn’t that fun?”
>You nod, unable to speak
>”You’re going to make a great husband.”
>Your eyes go wide
“Husband?”
>She places her head on your shoulder
>”Yeah, whoever rescues me from the tower has the right to marry me. That’s why you saved me.”
>You laugh nervously
“Y-yeah… hey, where’s the toilet?”
>”It’s a few tents down to the left. You know you’re there by the smell.”
>You roll out of the bed and proceed to redress in your armor
“I’ll be right back.”
>You step out of the tent into the daylight and look around
>You take a right and proceed towards: the exit
>You find it quickly enough
>The two guards from last night were still stationed there
>As you approach they stood up
>”Where do you think you’re going.”
“Oh, I’m, ah, going to my house to get my things.”
>One narrowed his eyes at you
>”Don’t worry, we can send someone to do it for you. Now, where did you say you lived?”
>You began to sweat
“I… uh…”
>Think, Anon, Think
“Quick! Look over there!”
>You pointed a finger
>Both of them turned to look where you were pointing
>You take that opportunity to dash by them and disappear into the forest surrounding the camp

>Your ghost princess squirms in your arms, humming uncomfortable
>You lift the blanket covering you both up and peek down at her
>She’s tossing and turning against your body
>You place your hand on her head and stroke her mane
>She looks up at you, her face nearly complete red
>Floating up, she nuzzles you neck and moans softly
>She starts rubbing her body against you, moaning more intensely
>You feel a hoof prod at your crotch
>She swings her snout up and locks her stitched lips with yours
>She moans loudly into your mouth as her body spasms out
>After a few moments she relaxes, drifting back to her position in your arms
>She looks so peaceful, you didn’t want to disturb her
>But your throbbing manhood begged for attention
>You decide that it’s best to let her rest, don’t want to push the issue on the poor girl
>She probably hasn’t seen a friendly male in forever
>You wait for your boner to die down, then resume your sleep

>The next morning you’re surprised to find that the ghost was already awake and exploring your house
>She was drifting through your home, floating from room to room through the walls
>She seemed most interested in the arcade cabinet in your living room
>With the extra money your friend get on your adventures your friend decided to buy a ‘Pony Fighter’ cabinet
>You spent your spare money on books, something actually productive
>But you did enjoy a good game from time to time
>She sat in front of the machine, watching as it played the demo match
>The glow illuminated her tiny frame, silhouetting her in the light of the CRT
>She was so cute in the light
>She lost interest just as you were sitting down for breakfast
>She floated through a nearby wall, scaring you slightly
>You look at the bowl of cereal you had prepared for yourself, then up at her
“Do you eat?”
>She shook her head as she floated up to the table
>She reach out for a chair, but her hoof fazes through it
>You push it out with your foot as you take a spoonful of cereal to your lips
>She hums in a mix of thankful and dismayed tone
>Seems she doesn’t have a full grasp of her spectral being
>She lowers herself into the chair and watches you as you eat
>You don’t know how long she’s been dead for, or even if she died
>Ghost lore is strange, even leaving the possibility of an entire ghost species
>You don’t want to inquire because it might be a touchy subject
>You finish you meal and get ready for the day
>You head into the bathroom, the princess following close behind you
>You take off your shirt with the intent to get in the shower
>The specter hums as you go to remove your pants
>You hesitate turning to her
“Do you… um, wanna… you know…”
>You were never good with the ladies, here or back on Earth
>She cocks her head, unsure of what you’re asking
“…Join me?”
>She smiles and hums happily
>You proceed to remove the rest of your attire
>The princess hums when you remove your underwear, exposing your slong
>You turn the faucet on, letting the water heat up, then step in
>You adjusted the knob to get the perfect temperature
>Ghost princess drifts through the curtains
>The water passes straight through her
>Because of her cold nature steam poured off of her
>It outlined her cute form
>You were already sporting a half chub as she glided downward
>She placed a hoof against it, causing it to twitch
>The feeling was strange, yet amazing
>She carefully caressed the shaft until it reached full mast
>You prop yourself against the wall, enjoying her tingling touch
>She places a hoof on either side of your shaft
>She hesitates before applying pressure to your member, sending a burst of pleasure through you
>She slowly, methodically slides her hooves up and down your length a couple of time before falling into a steady rhythm
>The feeling of her touch is immaculate
>With each pump a shiver ripples down your spine
>She seems extremely focused on you cock, not seeming to break eye contact with it as she works
>You reach a hand out and place it on her spectral mane
>When you do so she hums in surprise
>You feel immense pleasure shot through your body
>She looks up at you, her face a mix of extreme shock and embarrassment
>The red on her cheeks contrasting her natural blue coloring
>Your eyes shift to your dick
>Her appendages were clipping through its length, the tips of her hooves sprouting from their original sides
>You take a sharp inhale as she removes them
>She floats up to eye level, her face still beat red
>She leans forward and gently locks lips with you
>You gladly return the gesture
>After a few seconds she breaks the kiss and slowly drifts downward
>You were confused until you feel her tail brush against your head
>He being fazes through your throbbing member
>Pleasure explodes through you as she slowly lowers herself
>You feel her stop for a moment, lingering on a specific spot of her body where her actual body begins to form
>She presses her cool chest against you stomach, leaving her penetrated portion still teasing your tip
>She moans softly as she lowers herself down your shaft, shocking your system with pressure
>She flattens herself against your pelvis
>She is so petite that your cock escapes from her backside
>The quick change in temperature from her insides to the hot shower water shocks you slightly
>She reencapsulates it as she lifts her hips back up
>She moans, begin for more
>She begins rhythmically thrusting onto your member
>The warm water mixed with her cool body feels astounding
>You feel yourself come closer with each thrust
>Her moans indicate the same for her
>You wrap your hands around her, holding her close to you
>She continues to thrust
>You feel your balls clench as you reach your climax
>Your load erupts from your cock
>The seed travels through the Princess’s body and hits the shower floor, washing down the drain
>You let yourself slide down the wall, still clasping your pony close to you
>You bask in the beautiful afterglow, your cutie ghost humming satisfied

>After you finish your shower and get dresses you’re resting with your waifu in the living room
>You ghostie-goo is cuddled up on your lap, watching as your read a book on herbs of the world
>You hear the door swing open and peek over the couch
>Barbarian Anon steps in, sweaty and out of breath
>Casually he takes a deep breath and runs his hand through his hair
“Hey you. Where’s Relna?”
>He looks around nervously before shutting the door
>”Who? Oh yeah, her, we decided for the best that we go our separate ways.”
>You narrow your eyes at him
“So you ran away after she told you that she wanted to get married?”
>He laughs nervously
>”What?! No, pfft.”
>A knocking came from the closed
>Barbarian’s eyes went wide and he dove over the couch
>”If it’s a boar tell’em I’m not here.”
>You roll your eyes and get up to answer the door
>As he said a boar was at the door, but not just any boar
>Relna and who you were guessing was her father
>”Is Anonymous here?”
>The alpha boar’s voice boomed with anger
“Depends, which one are you looking for?”
>He furrowed his brow at your snarky remark
>”Listen son, I don’t have time for this, is he here or not?”
>You peek back at the couch Barbarian is hiding behind
“Nope.”
>With a huff he takes a step forward before turning around
>Relna stands there for a moment, eyeing up you and your waifu
>She smiles and waves goodbye to Ghostie, who returns the gesture with a hum and a smile
>You close the door and motion for Barbarian Anon to come out
>”Thanks man.”
>He extended his hand up in the air
>You slap it in a sight of approval
“What are we gonna do now?”
>”There were eight other towers.”
>Both of you grow devious smiles and rub your hands together, chuckling manically
END