A resounding thud echoed through the mountain as Ethan slammed face-first into the cave wall. Fortunately, the impact couldn't harm the leafeon, but he was getting increasingly disillusioned by yet another failure to pass through the rock. He scraped his claws across the floor and growled, "Why won't this work? I'm a ghost, dammit!"

"Because you haven't let go of your corporal form yet," a gentle voice reminded him from inside the rock face.

"Shut up, Yama! Telling me the thousandth time won't help jack!" Ethan snapped and shook his head only to gather himself with a sigh. "Sorry, it's just… we've been trying this for so long, and now I can't even transform my paw anymore."

"I know, but don't worry. You will figure it out eventually. I'm sure of it," Yama replied, popping her head out of the wall. The ghostly zorua maintained a confident smile despite the leafeon's mounting upset and assumed just enough corporeality to nuzzle him gently. "And I'll stay right here with you until you succeed."

Unfortunately, Ethan had to succeed or he would literally lose his mind. If he failed, he would be stuck in a cave with no exit and no need to eat or breathe, and the young male wasn't keen on spending the rest of his undead life like that. Sure, Yama was here to keep him company, but he wanted out!

Staring at his paw, the leafeon concentrated once again, gathering all his focus to make it intangible. Somehow, he had pulled it off twice so far, and thanks to Yama's help, he was finally starting to feel his new powers, but he had no control of them yet, as they were as slippery and elusive as an eelektrik. If only there was a way to tame the chaotic flows and make them do his bidding instead of flashing around in bright, colorful spirals that accomplished absolutely nothing. It's like picking flowers on a meadow, he recalled Yama's advice and gritted his teeth, physically clawing at thin air to snatch the spectral magic before it could dissipate.

Initially, Ethan's new strategy didn't seem to work out either, and he felt like he was making a fool of himself pawing at virtually nothing, but then he noticed something change. His movements slowed and strands of glowing energy coiled around his paws like the threads of a cobweb, wrapping around his toes and tickling his pawpads as they bunched into a little ball. The leafeon giggled nervously and folded his ears back. He wasn't sure what he had just accomplished, but he was finally making progress, even if he was slightly afraid of what was going on around his feet.

"Very good! You're getting the hang of it, Ethan," Yama chirped, her muzzle ajar in an encouraging smile as she watched him. "Now let it flow back through you."

Apparently, things were going to plan? At least, she knew what was going on, but that only helped him so much. "Back through me? I barely managed to stop them, so how am I supposed to get that stuff back inside me? By brushing it against me, or what?" Ethan whimpered, demonstratively rubbing his paw against his body as if he wanted to wipe off the glowing cobweb. Much to his surprise, the glow actually disentangled from his paw and spread across his chest, wrapping him up in a tight, strangely warm net. At the same time, the ground underneath him became oddly permeable, absorbing his feet and tail like quicksand before it stopped affecting his body altogether and turned as intangible as the air around him.

"W-wait, what is going on?" the leafeon gasped, instinctively trying to get back onto solid ground. However, no matter how much he kicked and paddled with his legs, he couldn't find any purchase and remained afloat, suspended a foot above the rocky floor.

Fortunately, Yama was there to distract him from his rising panic. The ethereal zorua popped out of the wall with a giggle and flew a loop around the distressed male, only to land on his back and wrap her legs around his flanks, her soft red paws sinking into his shining pale fur. Pressing her muzzle right against his ear, she whispered, "You've done it. You've become intangible, just like me."

"O-oh?... Oh! I've done it!? " Finally, Ethan realized that it wasn't the rock that had become permeable, but his paws and his body. The fact that he was floating was just the immediate consequence of his success, and his panic ceased to grow. However, that left him with even more pressing questions. "Why can you still touch me? How do I go back? How do I move? What happens if I turn tangible inside the rock?"

"One at a time," Yama giggled and tenderly bit the male's scruff, lifting him up and hauling him across the cave with little effort. "I don't actually know why we can touch each other while we're ghosts, but it's probably because we share the same kind of intangibility? I only found out about this in a... nasty encounter with a ghastly."

As the zorua spoke, she dragged Ethan straight into the rock wall. The leafeon flinched and reflexively raised his paws to soften the impending impact, but as before, he passed through the seemingly solid surface without any trouble. Once inside, however, everything went dark as the mountain itself enshrouded him, and his panic returned in the shape of oppressive claustrophobia. At the same time, he still could feel himself moving through the rock, sensing the various textures and hardnesses even though he shouldn't be feeling any of it at all!

Yama noticed the leafeon's distress and cooed, "Don't worry. You can't accidentally turn tangible inside anything solid. You can only manifest where there's enough free space for you, so you can't ever get stuck inside the mountain for all eternity." But for the sake of his sanity, she pulled him through the rock as fast as she could, speeding higher and higher until suddenly, the rocky embrace vanished and he was thrust into a realm of pure, blinding light.

Ethan squinted and blinked rapidly, his eyelids fluttering as he adapted to his new surroundings. Crude outlines became visible first before his blurry vision cleared enough to reveal leafless trees and snow-clad rocks around him. High above shone the full moon and sparkled the starry firmament, and they alone made the wintry night a thousand times brighter than the gloomy guts of the underground. Finally, he noticed that Yama had let go of him again and left him floating in mid-air like a lazy drifloon, unable to move forward or backward, regardless of how much he squirmed and paddled.

Meanwhile, the white zorua had made herself comfortable on the snowy forest floor beneath him, her crimson tufts swaying in the wind while she watched his struggle with a snicker and sparkling golden eyes. "Now for your remaining questions," she whispered, her voice still crystal clear despite their distance. "You move by grabbing your power and throwing it behind you to push yourself forward. Try it!"

"Wait, I just throw it? Like a pebble?" Ethan wondered, staring at his paws as he hesitantly focused his powers. Yama's explanation sounded deceptively crude and simple. However, once he had amassed a bundle of glowing ghostly energy around his paw, a single flick of a toe was enough to hurl him up and a couple dozen yards across the treetops. Unfortunately, the excessive force also made him spin and tumble until he couldn't tell up from down anymore. At least, her trick worked and he was able to fly, albeit rather uncontrollably.

"Good! Well done! Now, do it again, but with less power and more feeling," Yama called from somewhere below. The leafeon was so high up now that he couldn't see the small snowy zorua in the vast blanket of snow anymore, but on the plus side, he had the best view of the wintry forest ever. Gazing far across the landscape, he could see a thousand trees, rocks and cliffs protruding from the leafless tops, and the distant glistening of a river meandering through the woods.

Finally, Ethan had seen enough and followed the zorua's suggestion, channeling his energy once more. This time, he tried to use only the tiniest amount to propel himself forward, but it was still enough to hurl him a few feet through the air. So it needed even less? Fortunately, he had all the time and space he needed to explore and understand his new ability. Literally nothing could stop him, no rock or tree as he zipped back and forth through the sky in an unpredictable zigzag like an overactive fletchinder. All the while, Yama flitted around the forest floor, providing more words of support and effusive giggles.

Over the next hour, the spectral leafeon gradually learned how to handle this unusual kind of movement. His erratic jumps and bounces smoothed into steady flight as he figured out how to control the flow and tame his unruly powers, allowing him to glide forward and toward his destination with grace and precision. However, the constant high-speed movement also had sapped his focus, and so he returned to the forest floor, eager to take a break.

As the male descended through the treetops, he was welcomed by a beaming, bouncing zorua. "Awesome! You've done it! Now you're flying like a real ghost!" she chirped and rushed toward him.

"Yes, and it's amazing! I can go anywhere I want in a heartbeat, and I could see the entire forest from up there!" Ethan raved. However, when he finally landed on the snow-covered ground, his feet slipped right through the cold mass and the soil underneath, and as Yama reached him and moved her cheek against his, he couldn't feel her nuzzle. He was still intangible. "Now, how do I stop this?"

"Oh, this should be easy! Do you feel the energy flowing through you right now?"

Ethan nodded. The churning was barely perceptible, but it was always there, and now that he focused on it, he could hardly think of anything else. It filled his body with a tinge of warmth, echoed in his ears like the rushing of distant leaves, and drifted through his vision as faint, opalescent swirls. "Yes, what do I do with it?"

"You stop it. Just let it go. Drain it from your body and let it disappear," Yama instructed.

"O-okay," the leafeon replied and closed his eyes, trying to do as told. However, when he attempted to push the energy out of his system, it refused to leave, and its rushing and churning grew stronger instead. So he increased the pressure, but that made it even worse.

"No, you need to let go! Don't force it! Just let it drain like water from a hole."

"I-I'm trying!" Ethan grunted through gritted teeth, but it was too late. No matter how hard he tried, his struggle only intensified the pulsing power within him, his rising despair only exacerbated his situation.

Yama's ears folded back as she watched the struggling male, concern written all over her cute, stubby muzzle. But then, an idea struck her and she lunged at him, sinking her teeth deep into his scruff. 

Although Ethan didn't feel any pain, the shock from the surprise assault was all the greater. He flinched and stumbled backward while staring at her in utter confusion. "H-hey, what was that for?"

"Look down," the snowy zorua chirped.

Much to his surprise, Ethan felt something soft and cold under his paw pads. Snow! His feet were on solid ground again! "Wait, how did you do that?"

"Since you couldn't let go on your own, I had to distract you. Maybe I could and should've come up with something less... aggressive, but it did work regardless," Yama explained and rubbed her cheek against his face, finally able to nuzzle him properly.

The tender touch swiftly dispersed Ethan's upset and he reciprocated the affection with a lick across Yama's lips. "Yes, it did what it needed to do. Also, thank you for your patience and for showing me all of this, Yama. Without you, I'd still be trapped down in that cave." Or rather dead and gone forever, he thought with a nervous gulp.

"You're more than welcome, handsome. If there is one thing I've learned as a ghost, it's patience, and I'm always happy to help you. Besides, we're in this together now, and your progress and happiness are mine as well," Yama cooed and kissed Ethan on the muzzle before she turned around to inspect the area, granting him a prime opportunity to peek under her swaying tail and at her puffy black spade. The swollen flesh was dripping and glittering in the moonlight, and it was still marked by her heat, her sweet, pheromone-laden scent wafting over, tempting him and making him drool.

However, before the leafeon could break free of his horny stupor and try something else, the zorua removed her delicious cookie from his sight and whirled back around with a wagging tail and an excited grin. "Hey, I know this place! That's the burrow of my friend Amber. Let's pay her a visit, shall we?"

Peering past the ghostly female, Ethan spotted a vast, round cave entrance that probably led to the den of her friend, but her enthusiasm made him raise a brow. "Friend or not, you do know that it's still in the middle of the night? Amber is probably asleep right now."

"Yes, that's why I want to visit her. Especially with you! I've got to show you something, and don't worry, she's allowed me to do this," Yama chirped and circled around the pale leafeon, nudging and nuzzling his flanks.

Swayed by the zorua's excitement and enthralling scent, Ethan ultimately relented and followed her guidance with a nod, making his way over and into the foreign burrow. However, he soon started to doubt that decision. The sheer size of the tunnel entrance made him even more suspicious of its owner, and after the first bend, the strong scent of something huge and heavy invaded his nostrils and flushed his mind. "A-are you sure she'll be fine with this? She's allowed you to come here, but not me."

"Of course! If anything happens, I'll gladly vouch for you, so don't worry. And now, shhh, we don't want to wake her up," the zorua whispered and shoved her voluminous tail into Ethan's face to muffle his response.

Fortunately, the leafeon was too stunned by her words to reply anyway. She sounded so confident, but at the same time, she didn't want her friend to notice them? He shook his head, but decided to trust the zorua for now, and besides, her enthusiasm made him curious and he was also a ghost. He could turn intangible to hide in a wall if need be, and if that didn't work, booking it the old-fashioned way with an exit this large would always be an option.

Finally, Ethan turned around the last bend and entered the burrow's main chamber, where he finally caught sight of its sleeping inhabitant. A hulking arcanine lay sprawled across an expansive nest of dried leaves and branches. Her body was curled up into a protective ball of fluff and her head rested atop her striped butt, facing the entrance. Fortunately, her eyes were shut and her muzzle closed, only her fuzzy cream belly rising and falling in sync with her languid breath.

The leafeon reflexively tucked his tail between his legs and folded his ears back as he spotted the giant female. She was large enough to just sit on him and crush him if he upset her, and that didn't assuage his doubts in the least. He turned to Yama and hissed quietly, "Okay, you really gotta tell me, what are we even doing here?"

Unlike him, the ghostly zorua pranced around the sleeping arcanine as if she owned the place, and once she returned to him, she cooed, "What we're doing here? Well, we're about to eat some dreams."

"Wait a minute! Hold on! Why would we do that? Aren't we good ghosts? And didn't you just say that she's your friend?"

"Yes, and that's why we won't eat her dreams whole. It'll just be a mental lick to get a taste and mark her as our prey," Yama explained with a toothy grin.

"As our prey? Have you seen her? She's huge!" Ethan objected, flailing his paw in Amber's general direction. "Again, why would we do that?"

"To keep her safe and happy, that's why," the spectral zorua whispered. "We can freely feed on her nightmares, relieving her of her nightly terrors while simultaneously strengthening our own powers. And we can enjoy her other dreams while marking her mind with our influence, kinda like marking trees and stone with pee, but mental pee. That keeps other, meaner ghosts from messing with her. In short, it's a win-win for her and us."

"Wait, we can do that? Can all ghosts do that?"

"Yes, but very few ghosts care about the happiness of their food. Hence their reputation. Now, come and let me show you!" Yama nodded at the male and nudged his butt toward the arcanine.

Ethan cautiously followed the zorua's lead and sat down at the sleeping female's back, but when Yama placed a paw on the arcanine's dense pelt, he hesitated to do the same. "Ummm.... d-do I have to touch her?"

"Yes. And when you do, focus your powers again, but not too much. Just a pinch," the ghostly zorua advised him and closed her eyes, her paw pad starting to emit a faint glow.

Finally, the leafeon placed a single toe against Amber's fluff, just enough to feel the warm, luxurious fur under his bean. He began to concentrate, but as the first strands of ghostly energy snaked around his paw, new worries surfaced. "A-are you sure this is safe? What if I do something wrong? What do I even..." However, before Ethan had finished talking, he sensed something round and vibrant inside the arcanine. It called for him, absorbing his whole attention, and he instinctively pressed his whole paw against her back. While his corporeal appendage was stopped by the skin, his mental paw reached far beyond and toward the mesmerizing orb.

The moment Ethan touched the strange sphere, a bright light flashed through his brain and he was ejected into the middle of a barren arctic expanse. Surrounded by powdered snow, vast sheets of ice, and a cloudless blue sky, the leafeon could sense the biting cold of the winds even though he had never set foot into a region as harrowing and harsh as this before. His awe was as overwhelming as his confusion, freezing him in the middle of the desolate landscape, and only when the shape of a familiar zorua approached him and her voice rang in his ears, the male broke out of his stupor. "See? So far you've done everything right."

"W-where are we?"

"We're in Amber's nightmare. Look, she's down there," Yama said, pointing at a forlorn arcanine deep down a crack between two glaciers. Her body was moving and squirming frantically, and as Ethan flew closer, he noticed that she had dropped into a pool of icy water. Her eyes were wide open in panic, and she was howling and paddling with all her might while she struggled to escape the freezing depths, but the sides of the icy fissure were too steep to provide any support, the air was silent despite her frenzied barking, and the deadly wet was rapidly sapping her energy, slowing her movements to a crawl and finally making her sink until nothing but her head peeked out of the pool.

"O-oh no, she's trapped in there! What do we do?" the leafeon stammered, his chest tightening to a knot as he was reminded of his own demise in the winter storm.

The spectral zorua pressed her forepaws against his and whispered, "The same thing as always, we focus our powers as hard as we can until it sucks in her entire nightmare as well. And let's not wait too long, because she's about to drown!"

Ethan nodded hurriedly and did as told, once again collecting and weaving strands of spectral energy around his paws. However, this time, they didn't emerge from his own body, but the fabric of the dream around them. The scenery gradually unraveled into thick strings of snow and air and the shine of the dream sun dimmed as all of it was drawn to their paws and into their paw pads. In the end, nothing but the abyssal blackness of a dreamless sleep was left, with Yama and him floating in the center of it all, their bodies and every strand of their fur pulsating with the nightmare's prickling energy.

"Woah, I feel... so full, as if I've eaten a hundred berries," Ethan blurted out. "I've never felt so alive before."

"That's what it feels like to eat a dream," Yama lilted. "And good dreams taste even better. It's addictive."

"I see. No wonder ghosts love eating dreams," the leafeon assessed with a shiver. "And what now? It's so dark here, so I assume we're still in Amber's mind?"

"Now, we wait for the next dream. Luckily, it won't take too long, as the laws of time and space don't apply in the realm of sleep and dreams. Oh, look!" The snowy zorua hadn't even finished talking when a sparkling speck of green popped into existence between them. Within seconds, it spread and swallowed them whole, throwing them into yet another dream. This time, Amber's subconsciousness led them into a much more pleasant biome. Ethan was welcomed by a lush green meadow, the tall grass interspersed with flowers in all colors of the rainbow and a few old, knobby trees, their leaves rustling in a gentle, tepid breeze. In the midst of it all lounged the arcanine, and the moment he laid eyes on her, an inexplicable wave of heat and arousal washed over him, kindling his urge to approach the owner of the dream.

Without further ado, the ethereal leafeon followed the voiceless call and flew toward the distant arcanine. As he drew closer, he discovered the origin of those confusing sensations. The sizable female was enjoying the company of half a dozen eevees, all of them busy worshiping and pleasuring her. Two of them were sitting between her hindlegs, their fuzzy cheeks pressed together while they licked and lapped at the arcanine's huge, swollen spade, their tails wagging in perfect synchronicity. Another eevee had bravely climbed the mountain of hot fur and sweaty muscle, pounding away at Amber's ass in a squeaking frenzy, while his companion stared her down as he plowed her muzzle. The final two fluffballs had settled against the female's abdomen, each suckling and licking at one of her teats while caressing her vast belly with their little paws. Meanwhile, Amber lay there with a rapturous grin and languidly wagged her tail as she reveled in the avalanche of affection.

The lewd gang-bang cast an irresistible spell over Ethan and he settled on the grass behind the mating creatures, watching the tiny males do their best to satisfy and serve their hulking mistress. Glistening juices spattered everywhere and the musk of sex veiled the group in a thick mist, the arcanine's heat-ridden aroma making Ethan as horny and hard as the eevees.

Apparently, the leafeon had arrived just in time to watch the culmination of the spectacle. A renewed wave of heat washed through his mind as the arcanine and her fuzzy servants came in perfect unison, bursting with cries and squeals of utter bliss. The powerful climax seized every muscle and fiber of the female's musclebound body, making her squirm and roll over while her cry rattled the whole meadow. The eevees at her muzzle and butt promptly shafted their little pink dicks inside Amber's holes and knotted her, but they weren't the only ones that were cumming. Ethan noticed that the males licking at her spade and even the ones suckling on her teats were erupting with ecstatic howls, their erections twitching and their knots inflated to full size, squirting and spraying their seed over the ground and the arcanine's fur without ever receiving a single touch.

However, the initial outburst didn't last for very long, and before he knew it, the group continued the mating with unabated fervor. The eevees at her spade jumped up and jointly mounted the dripping cookie, the one at her ass pulled out with a wet pop and plunged his taper inside her as if he had never been tied to her, as did the one at her muzzle, and the two at her belly joined in as well, humping her teats with reckless abandon. The sight of the non-stop, rhythmic rutting thrilled the leafeon, and he just couldn't tear his eyes away from it, watching the procedure with burning desire until a chipper chuckle snapped him out of it.

"Hot, isn't it?" Yama had joined Ethan and as she rubbed her side against him, he sensed the immense heat trapped in her body. Her spade was as wet and soaked as Amber's, and she reflexively squeezed her hindlegs together, whimpering with need. "Wet dreams are always the best dreams to watch, but also too effective. Fuck, I feel like I want to hump a mountain."

"I don't know how you'd do that, but same," Ethan cooed, his own aching erection bobbing between his legs. Oh, how he would've loved to join that jolly arcanine and her worshipers, but the notion that this was her dream and he was essentially trespassing kept his urge a mere fantasy. Who knew what their interaction might do?

The zorua seemed to sense the leafeon's trouble, as she hooked a paw under his chin and turned his head with tender force. "You know, how about we leave Amber to her eevees and slip out of her wet dream to have one of our own?" she whispered, her golden eyes glittering as she licked him across the muzzle.

Ethan's urge to look back at the hot scene faded as Yama commanded his attention. "Okay, let's not bother her any further, but you have to show me how. I wouldn't know how to leave. Also, can ghosts even dream?"

"Technically, I haven't slept since I died, but for all it matters, I've been feeling like I'm in a dream ever since I saved you~" Yama giggled and slid her paws under Ethan's, placing her rosy paw pad against his while her words conjured a vivid red blush onto his pale cheeks. "Now, follow me."

Initially, the spectral leafeon was too stupefied to respond or react, but as the shimmering strands of his mate's powers enveloped his paws, the warm, tingling sensation invigorated and reactivated his mind. Amber and the eevees quickly faded into an afterthought, the meadow and her dream turning to mist until only the snowy zorua was left, looking at him with half-lidded eyes and a horny smile on her lips. However, even her appearance blurred and she soon went up in smoke. The last thing Ethan heard of her was a sighing echo, "Follow the stream."

As the zorua's voice faded, so did the rest of the dream, throwing him back into impenetrable darkness and deafening silence. And yet, while his senses were rendered useless, he still felt a strong current flowing through him, similar to the sensation back when Yama had dragged him through the mountain. Heeding her advice, he leaned into the stream and allowed it to carry him away.

Not long after Ethan had begun to pursue the flow, he already emerged from the arcanine's mind and literally burst out of her body, flying a few feet through her den and into the wall until a mighty force grabbed him at his tail and reeled him back in. When his body finally came to rest, he found himself hovering upside down and face-to-face with Yama. The zorua's grin had grown even bigger since he had last seen her, and she playfully licked his lips, "There we are. Welcome back in the world of the living~"

"Thanks for catching me, and even more for showing me the dream world. It was… breathtaking," Ethan sighed and glanced at the arcanine. Amber was still fast asleep, blissfully unaware of her nightly visitors, and he intended to leave it that way. However, as his gaze swept across her fluffy body, his eyes ultimately got stuck on a dark patch between her buttocks. She had a huge black spade, and thanks to her wet dream, it was glistening and dripping with arousal. Her scent had also become heavier and sweeter, stoking his arousal and reminding him of his own aching erection. It hadn't gotten any softer since he had witnessed the eevee gangbang.

"You're more than welcome, Ethan. Now, allow me to say farewell to my friend, and then I'll show you one of my favorite spots in the world," Yama cooed and whirled around the leafeon, sliding a paw over him in passing. "The perfect place to take care of that big, throbbing need between your legs~" Then, she dashed down to Amber and gave her a swift little kiss on the forehead.

Ethan watched the zorua with a roguish grin, mostly because her current position left her backside exposed, and with her tail hiked and high, he got to see her spade in all its enticing glory. Her arousal had made it even plumper and wetter than before, and he could barely wait to breed her again. He would've done her right here and now if it weren't for the arcanine.

Fortunately, Yama was soon done with her cordialities and rose up from the sleeping female to lead the way. "Follow me. Although, I probably don't need to tell you, do I?" she snickered, teasingly wagging her rump at the leafeon as she noticed his wanton leer. Then, she began to float upward and through the roof of Amber's den back into the wintry forest.

Ethan pursued her with no hesitation, barging through the forest floor and into the icy, open air. From there, they dashed across the snowy landscape and the leafless treetops, flying higher and higher up the mountainside until they reached the treeline and beyond. The leafeon wondered more than once where his spectral mate was bringing him, but just one look at that beautiful zorua and her alluring cookie instantly made him forget that question. Wherever they would go, it would be more than worth it.

Finally, the breathless chase came to an end as they reached the highest peak of the mountain ridge. Ethan had seen it from afar many times, basically every time he had looked at the mountains in his life, but he had actually never been here before. From above, the spot seemed rather underwhelming for being the top of the world, as it was just a piece of black, hard rock jutting out of the ice and snow getting blasted by icy winds. But when he landed and manifested on the rocky spire, finally managing to do it on his own because the scenery distracted him enough, he realized why this was one of Yama's favorite spots. The view was nothing short of breathtaking, and his jaw dropped as his eyes wandered across the landscape.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Yama whispered and snuggled against the leafeon, her tail wrapping around his. "The stars twinkle above and the whole world lies beneath our paws, all those mighty trees nothing but tiny bristles, and the river just a glistening strand of hair. Every time I despair, I come to this place to remind myself of the beauty of existence, and today, I can finally share this experience."

"The view is absolutely gorgeous! I don't think I've ever seen this many stars and so much of the world at the same time," Ethan marveled. It helped that, thanks to his spectral form, he didn't experience the biting cold or the harrowing winds, and when Yama walked in front of him, lowering her chest and raising her tail, he felt warm and cozy even. "And it's just gotten even better~" The sight of her delicious cookie enhanced the scenery significantly, and it felt like this was the place where she was meant to be, a creature of pure snow and starlight, a gift from the heavens.

"I'm happy that you appreciate the sight, but looking alone isn't going to quench that lust, is it? So come here and let's make love under the stars~" the snowy zorua purred, raising and wagging her butt at the leafeon.

Finally, Ethan snapped out of his horny stare and approached Yama with a big grin. The stars had had their turn, now it was time to worship the moon. Bracing his paws on her fluffy buttocks, he gently spread them apart to expose her puffy pussy and her rosy tailhole. His tender touch instigated a powerful tremble in the zorua's body and backside, her anus clenching and her spade throbbing at him with squishy smacks and slurps, begging for attention.

Attention the leafeon was more than eager to give. He closed his eyes and moved his muzzle toward Yama's cookie, hovering his nose just shy of her moist, pulsing flesh to draw a deep whiff of her pheromone-laced scent. Sweet and addictive, her aroma flushed his nostrils and his mind with an unparalleled heat, and an irresistible craving for more.

Without hesitation, Ethan parted his lips and flicked his tongue against the tip of Yama's spade, sampling a drop of her sweet nectar and letting it spread across his taste buds before he swallowed it with a deep, hearty groan. Although merely a trickle, her delicious juice infused his entire chest with radiant heat.

However, while the leafeon relished the moment, his partner was growing impatient, sidling from foot to foot with a needy whimper. "Ethan, please. I know you're as horny as I am, so stop teasing me and get to it!"

"With the greatest pleasure, angel," Ethan cooed before he slid his tongue out once more, this time swiping it across her entire spade, from the narrow, dripping tip to the thick, swollen base. A single stroke was enough to draw a powerful cry from her lips, and her lewd song continued to swell and develop as he brushed his muscle back down, circling her plump pussy and gliding it through its tight, slick cleft.

In return for his devoted licks, Yama rewarded the leafeon with gushes of her sweet nectar, her juices splashing over his lips, his furry muzzle, and deep into his greedy maw. Every taste of her grew his hunger and riled him up more, stoking the fire in his chest and loins while his tongue turned into a pink blur. Grunts and groans of delight poured from his muzzle as he drank from her plump black spout, dragging and shoving his tongue ever deeper into its warm, wet core until his tip lashed against her buried clit, making the entire mountain peak vibrate with her cry and bloom with a dazzling outburst of spectral energy.

Once he had found her hidden pleasure button, he devoted all his energy and affection to the sensitive nub, rubbing and licking it with all his vigor to turn her cries into a thundering serenade of bliss, her voice likely loud enough to be broadcast by the winds throughout the mountains and the woods below. It all culminated in a furious finale. Yama's body tensed up under his affections, growing as taut as a bowstring before she suddenly unleashed her whole pleasure in a guttural howl, her moist cookie clenching and constricting around his tongue, dragging him even deeper until the forces popped her entire swollen spade into his muzzle.

Ethan fueled his partner's furious orgasm with ceaseless licks and sucks while her cookie trashed and thumped inside his maw, spraying and blasting everything with her sweet, tangy girl cum as she erupted in a literal firework of rainbow flickers and flashes.

Finally, when the zorua recovered from her high, her taste wasn't enough to quench Ethan's ravenous hunger anymore. His cock was rock hard, leaking and flexing with an aching need for relief, and he pulled away from her luscious cookie, licking the last droplets of her glistening arousal from his lips as he got ready to mount her. "Your moans are as delicious as your pussy."

"And your words are as warm and slick as your tongue," Yama giggled and spread her hindlegs in eager anticipation. Her entire body was glowing, every strand of hair shimmering with spectral light, making her all the more look like a star that had dropped from the sky.

As Ethan jumped onto the zorua, a surge of her energy enveloped and infused him, dazing him for just a moment. In those two seconds, his own fur started to shine and his brain was overwhelmed by a renewed burst of lust and love for his beautiful little partner. Never had he thought he would stand on the top of the world, and now he even shared it with such a wonderful spirit.

The leafeon sank his face deep into the fluff around Yama's neck, huffing her scent while he jerked his hips up and launched his cock at her crotch, flailing and throwing it around until the tip aligned with the cleft of her spade. From there, a spirited shove was enough to bury him deep inside her puffy hole, and it was everything as warm and snug as the first time. The rush of pleasure elicited a mighty moan from his throat and drove tears of pure joy into his eyes, his delight mirrored by the zorua's hearty cries of pleasure.

"Fuck, you're so tight, Yama!" Ethan groaned as he began to hump his partner with rapid, shallow strokes.

Yama reflexively clenched up around his cock and pushed back against him, whining, "And you're so big, Ethan! I can feel everything! This is amazing! Fuck, I love you!"

"And I love you too," the leafeon replied without missing a beat, and even if he was talking in the heat of the moment, these words resonated with something deep inside him. He had mated with other females before her, but in no case he had felt as connected to them as he did to Yama, and not just because they were both ghosts now. No, also because she took her time with him, listened to him, and helped him, making his afterlife a hundred times more fun than anything before, up to and including her beauty and amazing tightness.

With his mind clouded by love and lust alike, Ethan gave his mate all he could muster, stirring and plowing her tight cunt with powerful thrusts. As with his tongue, every stroke of his cock, every squeeze and rub against her inner walls made her moan and cry with joy, and her song spurred his rutting as much as her heavenly pussy, turning his hips into a blur while he bred her with heavy grunts and growls.

Going ever harder and deeper, the leafeon's feral affection was boundless, but his stamina still had its limits, and he quickly closed in on an orgasm. His knot was swelling inside his sheath, the bit already peeking out smacking and slamming against Yama's soft, puffy mound, again and again, triggering even greater bursts of pleasure until it finally became too much.

The next time Ethan shoved his dick inside the zorua, he didn't immediately pull back, and he kept pushing with a deep growl. His fuzzy sheath and her swollen vulva were stuck in a tight kiss, pressing and smushing against each other as the forces slowly unwrapped the bloated bulb. Bit by bit, it stretched her tight entrance, coaxing a desperate, lasting howl from Yama's lips as her spade struggled to take the sheer girth of her partner's knot. But one more feisty push did the trick, and the fat bulb popped inside her with a wet slurp, trapped by her warm depths and cramping muscles.

Not a second later, a powerful orgasm claimed the couple in one fell swoop. Ethan threw back his head and howled his bliss out into the world and at the starry sky, sharing his pleasure with the entire universe while his body glowed hotter and brighter than ever. And he had even more love to share, his nuts clenching and churning up a big, warm load for his mate's fertile womb, flushing her tight channel, her uterus, and her ovaries to ensure that her heat would result in something more. If he hadn't knocked her up in the crystal cave, he would have now.

At the same time, the overwhelming rush of sensations and emotions unleashed the powers resting inside him. It made him join the zorua's spectral firework with flickering flames and rainbow flashes of his own, whipping up the snow around the mountain peak to spawn the most impressive climax he had ever experienced and carry his mind up into the star-speckled sky.

Bound together in body and mind, the couple's mutual orgasm lasted for a blissful eternity, perhaps another minute or two until the mind-warping rush abated and the relentless storm settled into a pleasant prickling. Finally, Ethan recovered with a deep, passionate sigh and returned to solid reality again, cherishing the otherworldly outburst with a dopey grin while his knotted cock continued to pulse and pump his gooey love inside Yama. Slumping onto her, he wrapped his forelegs tightly around her chest and nuzzled her head. "This was awesome! Not a week has passed yet and I'm having the best time of my life."

"Same. You're so big, so beautiful, so charming. In short, the best thing to ever happen to me," Yama cooed and rubbed her head back against Ethan's muzzle. "A single day with you was worth the eternity I had to wait for you."

A faint reddish glow formed on the spectral leafeon's cheeks as his mate passed back the compliment, leaving him speechless and with a pounding heart. The heat and arousal had mellowed, but his emotions were as present as during the heated romp. He hooked a paw under Yama's chin and pulled her head around, just enough to see her gleaming yellow eyes as he declared, "For my part, I'm looking forward to the coming days just as much. And I can't wait to see if our fun has born fruit~" He teasingly slid his paw down to her belly and her slightly swollen womb, sloshing from the touch and potent filling. "I love you, Yama, my snowy angel. All the stars have nothing on your beauty."

"Aww, and I love you, Ethan. I love you so much, my beautiful spirit."