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<div dir="ltr" class="mw-geshi mw-code mw-content-ltr"><div class="gettext source-gettext">&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You are Anonymous.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And you are the newest denizen of this crazy horse world of magic and colors.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Colors you would be admiring more if it wasn't that you were a complete creature of the night.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Of course you went through the whole ritual of &quot;What the fuck are you? Where the fuck did you come from? Well just go live with Twilight so she can observe you and help you make some friends.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This all happened about two weeks ago, and since you'd been living with Twatlight and her dragon thing Squeak.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At least her owl was cool. The owl got you, and you got it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Which brings you to tonight?</span><br />&quot;Hooo, hoho, hooooo?&quot; You're staring face to face with Owlowiscious doing your best attempt to communicate with it.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hoho!&quot; It responds to you, taking a small rock you were holding out in its talon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Bursting into the air in the silent manner only an owl can, it flutters out the nearest window of the crystalline castle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Resting back in your chair you begin the mental countdown</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;'Five? Four? Three? Two?'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hear a shrill draconian sequel ring out through the castle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;OWWWW TWIIIIII Your owl just threw ANOTHER stone! This one hit me on the HEAD!&quot;</span><br />&quot;Heh I love that fucking owl!&quot; You begin to chuckle to yourself, lavishing in your nocturnal shenanigans.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You see a silent form streak in from your bedroom window.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hoooo hoooo hohoho!&quot; Your owl companion lands on your desk, puffing out it's chest in success.</span><br />&quot;Hoo hoo! Good goin little guy!&quot; You throw the owl a piece of meat from the sandwich you'd been munching on.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The owl catches the sliver of chicken in its mouth, swallowing it in one bite.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The animals in this land seemed significantly smarter than back home. You'd only been training Owlowiscious like this for the past week, but it caught on quick, and fucking with Spoik had become a nightly occurrence.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Needless to say Twi was not the most accepting of your nightly antics, though you never dared to fuck with her. She could actually retaliate. Spunk was just an easy annoying target to train your owl companion on.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But he was still a little bitch? fucking bitches man.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;ANON! What did you and Owlowiscious do this time?&quot; The purple Unicorn burst through your doors, a rather peeved expression on her muzzle, Spik behind her looking similarly annoyed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Putting on you most innocent little smile?</span><br />&quot;Just some friendly shenanigans Twikles.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Argh Anon, it's three in the morning! Why do you have to do this EVERY SINGLE NIGHT?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yah, and why is it always me you pick on?&quot; Spoke was literally behind Twi's tail.</span><br />&quot;Shenanigans sleeps for no man? errr? Pony!&quot; You defiantly mutter, raising your glass of mead high in the air as you stand from your chair.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Owlowiscious flutters up from your desk, and onto the back of your chair, splaying it's wings in solidarity.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;How did you even get Owlowiscious in on your antics?&quot; Twilights just wearily shaking her head now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hooo hoo ho hohoho.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Whats that Owlie?&quot; You hold your head closer to the bird. &quot;Shared love of shenanigans? Spork is too easy?&quot; Your nodding your head as the owl continues to hoot into your ear.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Arghhh?&quot; Twi is pressing a hoof to her forehead.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I swear the next pony who says&#160;?shenanigans' is going straight to the moon?&quot; She sounds desperate? perfect!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your eyebrow raises, a smirk fast forming on your face.</span><br />&quot;Say? Spickle? What's that place you and Pinkie like to eat at? You know, the one with all the goofy shit on the walls?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ughhh? y-you mean S-shenanigans?&quot; Realization spreads over him, and he shoots his head up at Twi, a look of legitimate concern adorning his face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;'Too fucking easy.'</span><br />&quot;Ohhhhh&quot; You give Twi a wry smile.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Get out.&quot;</span><br />&quot;What's that, you talkin to me or Spock?&quot; Your smile widens.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;GET OUT!&quot;</span><br />&quot;Get out? Get out of my clothes? Why Twilipoof, are you in heat already?&quot; You're edging your every widening smile closer and closer to her face.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY CASTLE!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A purple light envelops you?</span><br />&quot;Oh Twiddle you should have asked so-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pop out of existence in a purple flash.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;'Shit, shit, shit? I can think to myself? but where am I?'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Everything is black? but wait? there is a few lights, just down a ways?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;'Well? I don't know what the hell is happening, but might as well walk to the lights?'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Willing yourself to walk down? however weird that is? you begin to move in a slow, constant, downward velocity.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;'Oh hay, my eyes are adjusting.'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you proceeded to descend you can make out the form of streets, huts, and yep, Twoplots's crystal castle shimmering in the moons light.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;'Prick and her magic?'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you near rooftop level you can make out one or two ponies of the night walking along the streets.</span><br />&quot;H-hay! Ummm C-can you hear me?&quot; You call out at the top of your lungs.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;No response, not even a glance upwards, they just continue about their way.</span><br />&quot;W-what?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You raise your arms to chest level to inspect yourself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yep their still there? their just white and translucent.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Bending yourself over to look at your legs.</span><br />&quot;They're not there! FUCK! What is THIS!? Where am I!? WHAT am I!?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, silly, you're a ghost.&quot;</span><br />&quot;What, where, who are you!?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You spin your ethereal form around.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What you see shakes you to the core.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A translucent white form of a young mare, white piercing eyes, no lower body or legs, just her upper half? and a little blood red bow adorning her mane.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She smiles at you? abating your shock just a bit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Just like me? So you've been a ghost THIS long?&quot; She makes an arc through the air with her hooves.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your eye twitches, everything crashing down on you? and through you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hold out your index finger and thumb to the ghost pony, making them nearly touch, just a millimeter of space between your fingers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Heh, figured so? well welcome to death! Lovely ain't it?&quot;</span><br />&quot;U-u-u-ughhhh well, I guess I'd be a little more scared if I didn't just drop into that world?&quot; You spread your arm out, making a little circle, &quot;Just a few weeks ago.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The ghost mare just cocks her head at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What do you mean? also why do you look so strange?&quot;</span><br />&quot;W-well? that's a long story? but just think of me as a sapient monkey who dropped into that pony world? and is now in this pony? afterlife?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh! Cool! I've never met a monkey like you! And yes? this is the afterlife. Pretty lively eh!?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her sense of enthusiasm never seemed to let up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;'At least dead ponies aren't all&#160;?Ohhh Ahhhh Immah scare you.' you think to yourself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well no, that wouldn't be very nice, would it?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Wait, what do you mean?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well haunting ponies wouldn't be very nice, how'd you feel if you were haunted by a spooky ghostie?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She boopes your nose with a hoof.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;'Oh hay I felt that? Cool.'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Haha well of course silly! Ghosts can touch other ghosts? just not living organisms.&quot;</span><br />&quot;But wait? h-how did you know what I was thinking? I wasn't talking out loud was I?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Heh no? Well? yes! Actually it's kind of the same thing when you're dead. Coolio right!?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's hovering around you, inspecting your translucent suit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You looked down.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;'Neat, my tie is still red as always!'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well yah? I guess that was what you wore the most when you were alive! Looks nice. I've never seen a tie as big as yours.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Whoa, whoa, whoa? ummm can you just take a moment? ummm what's your name? This is all kind of new.&quot; You hold out your arms, backing up in the air slightly.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm what's left of Willow Wisp!&quot; She moves a little closer to you.</span><br />&quot;Oh, well hello Willsy Whip!&quot; Might as well keep your naming schema for other ponies, not like you could be killed twice?<br /><span class="co4">&gt;'Or can you?'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh no, no, no, what we are is forever! Also you're funny, funnier than most of the old grumps we usually get that have to learn how to have fun again.&quot; Chipper as ever.</span><br />&quot;Oh yah, mind reading and stuff?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well not really mind reading? more like their one and the same thing here.&quot;</span><br />&quot;So no use in trying to differentiate the two?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No, not really.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;'This is going to take some getting used to?'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Always does! So anyway, what can I call you mister?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Alright? I'll try to keep to just one medium then? but this will take a while. And my name is Anonymous, just that.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well I'll call you Nonny!&quot;</span><br />&quot;You got a deal Willsy!&quot; You actually felt like you were smiling? was her mood infectious or what?<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Actually it is!&quot;</span><br />&quot;What?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;A ghost's mood? I can feel what you feel, and you can feel what I do. It's just like the thoughts thing.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Ohhh? but why haven't I? ummm? heard? felt? Any of your thoughts?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Silly you have been this whole time! Have you seen my mouth open once?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;'Come to think of it? no? I just sort of assumed?'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well you know what they say about assuming, it makes an ass out of you and me!&quot;</span><br />&quot;But you? and I? don't even have asses, just these ghosty tale things!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well you're just not concentrating hard enough!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She closes her eyes, face scrunching up? and poof? she was a complete translucent white mare, tail replaced by a regular ponies' lower half? except for one thing?</span><br />&quot;Your cutie mark?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yah? no ghost has one? no ghost needs one?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You were beginning to feel sad? and Willsy was looking it too. You gotta fix this.</span><br />&quot;Hay Willsy, check this out!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You scrunch your face, concentrating all your energy on your lower half.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You think you can feel something, something forming.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hay, you're doing it! So soon, you're really doing it!&quot; She was piping up again, and so were you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But ouch did this take a lot out of you. You can't keep this up, your mind feels like it's on fire.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You let up, feeling something below you disintegrate.</span><br />&quot;Ahhh, how, how close did I get?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Down to your knees! Nopony gets that far their first try!&quot; She was beaming at you. You couldn't help but feel her warm energy.</span><br />&quot;Well I'm no pony!&quot; You poked her in the foreleg, eliciting a little giggle.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her form reverts back to its original look, no legs, just a ghosty tail.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look past her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;'So this is what death feels like?'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yep! Cool isn't it?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your little reverie snapped.</span><br />&quot;Oh, hehe, yah? still getting used to the hivemind thinking thing.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You looked down at the roof you were hovering over; just some pony cottage probably full of sleeping ponies.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Probably, wanna check it out?&quot; She's right next to you.</span><br />&quot;Oh, ugh, yah, but what about their privacy?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What does it matter? They will never know we saw them!&quot;</span><br />&quot;Oh yah, right!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;But suddenly a rogue thought crosses your shared mind.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;'Did ghosts ever watch me? has Willsy?'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now you were feeling embarrassed? which told you everything you needed to know.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So ummm, yah, how about checking in on those ponies?&quot; She was speaking a bit faster now, and her cheeks definitely looked a shade grayer.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You just cocked your head at her.</span><br />&quot;Yah, lets go!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Without any haste she dives down head first, like one would jump into the ocean, if the ocean was the roof to some pony's cottage.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;'Well time to test this whole walking through walls thing'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Slowly you will your form to the top of the cottage.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Reaching out with your hand, you bat at what should by all means be a solid thatch roof.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hand just moves through it like it wasn't there.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;'Spooky?'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;HAY!&quot; Willsy pops her head up through the roof, causing you to jump back with a start? you see a bit of shock run though her face for a second, but quickly she giggles it away from the mood.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Jump on in, the waters great!&quot;</span><br />&quot;So my similes aren't even safe?&quot; You give her a long stare<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Nope!&quot; She dives back into the cottage.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You huff, and follow this energetic ghost of a young mare through the ceiling.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;'Where oh where did YOU go Willsy?' You make sure to think her name extra hard.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;'Maybe that's like inflecting your voice to a ghost...'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel a presence behind you, a hoof pokes your side.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It isss~ Nonny.&quot; She's next to you. Dang she can move swiftly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Also are you feeling warmer in your soul?</span><br />&quot;Ahem? yah? That's cool.&quot; You look down and around, you're in the attic.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pulling what you feel as your emotions together you take another look at Willsy's ethereal form.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She was just looking at you, or maybe through you, floating a foot above the cluttered attic floor.</span><br />&quot;So before we go check on these little ponies, I need to know something.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yes, you can interact with physical objects? but it takes a lot of concentration. Air is a lot easier than things. Watch.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She floats past you, and beckons you with a thought to follow. You oblige.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Finding her target she stops you, and points a hoof at an open photo album atop a dusty trunk.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Now just watch the page.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Puffing out her cheeks, and arching her body back, you see her open her mouth for the first time since you'd met her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With a mighty puff she blows onto the page, which begins to flutter ever so lightly. However more impressively a small cloud of dust is kicked up in the process.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Without hesitating she swipes a forearm through the dust cloud, creating a little swirl before it settled back to the ground.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was cool?</span><br />&quot;But I mean actual things? like can you flip the page?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel a slight tension take the air.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Willsy looks a bit nervous now, like she's battling her mind.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well? yes.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She reaches out a hoof, her eye's closing, face contorting, and slowly, agonizingly, lifts a page, but before it flips, she lets it slip through her ethereal hoof, falling back the way she found it.</span><br />&quot;Hahaha, Twitlite is gunna pay for killing me now!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Suddenly you feel yourself becoming very anxious, you look towards Willsy; she looks concerned.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You let yourself feel the feeling of curiosity</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Y-you can't seek revenge! It's against the rules!&quot; She blurts out</span><br />&quot;But Twiddlede killed me!&quot; Your feeling your anger fights her anxiety. It makes your insides churn, and she looks like she's feeling the same.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not wanting this feeling to persist, you let yourself simmer down. Her anxiety seems to wash away too.</span><br />&quot;T-that hurt? why?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;When ghosts with strong disagreeing emotions are near each other, they begin to rip each other apart. It hurt me as much?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Oh? I didn't.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Don't worry Nonny!&quot; She's by your side again, cheer returning.</span><br />&quot;But what do you mean&#160;?rip each other apart'? You said ghosts can't be killed. It felt like my insides were on fire!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hay, try not to remember that feeling too vividly.&quot; She holds a hoof to her stomach, you feel yourself become queasy.</span><br />&quot;Sorry! Sorry!&quot; You try to focus on your curiosity.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No, you're still learning. I'm fine? just do what makes you feel good, ok?&quot; She looked back up at you with beaming eyes.</span><br />&quot;Yah, can do, only good vibes Willsy!&quot; You toss her your brightest smile.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Heh now you get it cutie!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Whoa that's an interesting feeling of warmth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;'Also cutie? That's a first in this horse land'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;One medium, remember?&quot; She chides you. &quot;And besides? When you've existed as long as I have? you call ponies like you feel them.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She was looking down to your ghosty tail, you could feel her blush, and you felt it grow inside you.</span><br />&quot;Oh, heh, well you're the nicest pony I've met yet? and the cutest?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;A familiar feeling of warmth grows inside your soul, like you were aroused? but there was nothing to get aroused. Below your waist was just ethereal vapor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel yourself being assaulted by a hug that you can't resist returning.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She'd wrapped her hooves around your torso, and pressed the side of her face against your chest. You returned in kind, loving the warmth you were sharing and creating, holding her back.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She had a texture much like a living pony, but her warmth didn't emanate from her body, rather it was something you felt over every inch of yours. You knew she felt as you felt.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But another stray thought crosses your mind, causing your shared moment of warmth to fleet away.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A shiver runs through your soul as you and Willsy push apart.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We're lonely things Nonny? Most of the dead are old souls, ravaged by the time they spent alive? and then the ones that were fortunate to die while they still knew what joy was? are usually hard to connect too, unfulfilled in life, and lost in this one.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She was somber, making your soul ache in ways you rarely felt in life.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You think you can feel a tear, and you know you can see one in Willsy's tightly clenched eyes.</span><br />&quot;And moods are hard to control?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yes?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You go back to hug her; she accepts.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's hard to find souls you can mesh with? because eventually? inevitably? you two rip each other apart.&quot;</span><br />&quot;You never answered my question about what that means.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel her chest extend in a long sigh as you hold her. She's trying to compose herself, and you're doing your best to maintain a steady state of neutral curiosity, pulling her out of her past experiences.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;When two souls can't reconcile their conflicting emotions for long enough, and can't escape each other's presence for long enough, they are flung worlds apart, never to see? feel? each other again.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Presence? Can't they just float away for a while to calm down?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I wish it worked like that? but it's the thought that counts here. If you can't get your mind off somepony, and you can't have meshing emotions, than you sort of banish each other to another reality.&quot;</span><br />&quot;I don't want that to happen? that already happened to me once? maybe twice?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I can't count how many times it's happened to me? Notice how we haven't seen any other ghosts? but billions of ponies have died over the history of Equestria?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yah?&quot; This realization was just hitting you, shouldn't this plane be crowded?<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Finding coexisting ghosts is very rare? because every time two ghosts rip each other apart, they stop existing in their shared plane, but just take up the existence they experienced in another plane? Without each other? Eventually, after this happens enough... legend holds? that the ghost finds themselves in a plane inhabited by only the ghosts of the recently dead? like you.&quot;</span><br />&quot;But when you died, were there many other ghosts?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;A few, maybe fifty. They, we, had stability for a while, but as more and more souls added themselves to the mix, we tore each other apart one by one.&quot; She was profoundly sad, and so were you.</span><br />&quot;What happens to them in the plane they share?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;They vanish. The eldest spirit of our group called it&#160;?moving on'. He was truly ancient, and did his best to guide any pony who happened to be lucky enough to cohabitate with him for any time. Him and his partner shared their plane with so many over their time. They never argued, never felt negatively? they knew better, and anyone who wanted to meet either of them had to meet so many others first before they could communicate with the elders.&quot;</span><br />&quot;So do other&#160;?me's' and&#160;?you's' exist in other planes together?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;In a way, yes? this gets really weird to explain, and I'm not even super sure I can explain it? but think of it like this. Us, together, like this, can only exist in one plane, even though there are infinitely many planes that we each exist in, but without each other.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She is starting to pull away from you now, and you let her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;In some of these planes thousands of ponies have found a way to live together without conflicting emotion? and in others solitary ponies wander forever in search of a soul they don't rip apart.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She was looking down at the album she'd tried to move, and was feeling lonely and distant; so were you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She knew what you were thinking.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yes, I know a few other ghosts in this plane? we chose to remain distant for our own good? because occasionally we like to gather for festivals and things?&quot;</span><br />&quot;And a party of one is no fun.&quot; You try to smile at her; she's got her back to you.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Exactly? I might introduce you to a few, briefly, if you can't control your emotions and thoughts.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Or I might meet a few on my own.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Suddenly you feel concerned.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Be careful Nonny? I've almost never gotten this far in conversation with another ghost without us having to part and fill our minds with other things. I don't want you to vanish?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She was looking at you with her piercing white eyes again, staring into you deepest thoughts.</span><br />&quot;And I wouldn't want you to either? but I think I could manage a little conversation? I've felt things like this before?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You have?&quot; For once you felt her genuine curiosity.</span><br />&quot;Yes? but we wouldn't vanish if we didn't get along, but we could? feel each other like this in a way? and loose our mind if we weren't careful. Have you ever done a drug?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ahhh, well I used to have a little wine? when I was alive?&quot; She looked a little dumbfounded.</span><br />&quot;Well in my world, full of monkeys like me, we had a drug we called acid? because it melted the boundaries that made us different? This afterlife is a little like that? I mean we couldn't share thoughts, but we could share feelings, and we could see things we normally didn't.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That sounds? kinda similar to this?&quot; She was leaning closer to you now.</span><br />&quot;Here, let me try to conjure the feeling for you?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You were an experienced psychonaute. Your earthly life was one of experimentation and solitude, so you'd taken to exploring your mind's potential while you could.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You gently extend your arms to grab Willsy's head. She doesn't resist, and you bring her forehead to yours. You and her close your eyes as you do your best to remember the feeling.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She gasps sharply as you begin recounting the experience of tripping, but she does not fight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You are calm as you imagine how the worlds that separated people from each other melted away, how old things became new and fascinating, how colors bleed from their edges, and swirled as you would dance through starry nights? and the inevitable loneliness that would overwhelm you at the end of every night.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She shuddered, not out of fear or pity, but out of understanding.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You imagined how moments could be eternities, and how music made the world shine so much brighter. How images would dance before your eyes, and how you could feel a person's vibrations from a mile away.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She was wrapping her forelegs around you as you lowered your hands down, through her mane, around her neck.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You imagined how two people could share their every feeling, every thought, and every desire, without fear, for the other knew they were exposing themselves as much as the first.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her pale face moved closer to yours, and you could feel her desire as it became manifest; you did not resist.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She pressed her ghostly lips against yours, a heat brewing inside your forms, tingling your soul.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her lips parted for the second time this night; you followed her lead.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She sucked on your top lip, and you on her bottom. Shes soft, but chilly, though that did not matter for the heat you felt inside yourself overcame any shiver.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You lowered your hands to her waist, pulling her closer while she hugged you tighter.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You felt happy, warm, comfortable? But there was an ancient longing that was seeping into your heart.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Tentatively you parsed your lips further, your tongue poking her bottom lip.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You could feel her body give a little shiver, but not one of fear nor anxiety, but of a warmer nature.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She tilted her head to the side a little, stopping her suckling of your upper lip and opening her mouth a little more into yours, giving you both better access.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You took the initiative, probing her mouth playfully, licking along the side of her tongue, as it extended to meet yours.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She swirled her tongue in a circle around the tip of your muscle, the warmth between you growing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She was rubbing her forelegs along the small of your back, right where torso met tail.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As she swirled her tongue against yours a thought came to mind</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;'Her mouth is the first taste I've had since I've died?'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You swear she was giggling as she pushed herself deeper into your mouth, probing along your sharp, foreign, incisors.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You decided to take a moment to appreciate the new sensation of her phantasmal taste.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Running your tongue along the side of her probing member, you can pick up the distinct taste of ozone, but also a softer, sweeter essence that you cannot place.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your spectral forms are pressed so close together, an observing ghost wouldn't be able to tell where one body began and another ended, more like two heads embraced from a shared body. One with a red bow in her mane, and another with an equally red tie hanging from his neck. �</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not like there were any ghosts to observe you in this nearly desolate astral plane.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You could feel yourself gravitating backwards as the embrace deepened, falling through odds and ends this pony family had stored in their attic.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nothing phased the two of you though, basking in each other's embrace.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You fell backwards, through the attic walls, and into the moon's gentle light.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nothing hindered you as you held this phantom mare as close as you could, probing the inner reaches of her oral cavity, feeling every texture of her teeth, rigid tongue, and smooth cheek walls.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She took the same pleasure in you, running her tongue up and down the length of yours, making little curvy patterns along the way, scraping over the tops of your sharper teeth, and taking in your flavor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The two of you heated each other's souls, and together you were in ecstasy.</span><br />�<span class="co4">&gt;As the embrace continued another thought began to form inside you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;'I don't need to breathe? I don't need to breathe! This can last as long as we want!'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yah, silly, and we can talk while we do!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;'Whoa, this is a really new dimension?'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You could feel her chest rising and falling in rapid succession as she giggled into your mouth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The sensation was so odd and new you couldn't contain yourself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You began to chuckle as your tongue still probed the far reaches of Willsy's, lightly fluttering over the base, trying to tickle the spectral mare.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It worked to great success</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hahaha Nonny!!! S-Stop! You're, you're, you're going make me have to really laugh!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She broke away, hiding her face in a foreleg as her body was racked with giggles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;'Mission break the smooch without being awkward: Great success!'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'll Say!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Letting her ethereal taste linger on your tongue you decide to use your thoughts.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;'You know you tasted? kinda tingly?'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I-I hope I wasn't too bad? it's been years since I?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;'No, not at all? It's, well it's been a while for me too?'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You looked down, only now realizing you were outside the relative, perceived, privacy of the attic.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Nopony can see us, don't worry your goofy head!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She floated at you, giving you another hug.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;'Man ghosts are really affectionate?'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well? I was kinda like this in life? and now I just don't want to be anything else? don't you like it?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;'I love it!'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And I love the way you are Nonny!&quot; She squeezed you tighter, and you returned it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;'Hey, I know you want to smooch again? but there's something I need to do.'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;But the Sun is about to come up?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Deciding to open your mouth once more?</span><br />&quot;What is that supposed to mean?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It means we fade away?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Wait what?!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ghosts are things of the night, and the dark? the sun will? hurt? but only for a moment. Than we just reappear next night, just like that? Kinda like what sleep used to be.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You looked at the glowing horizon? no more than a few minutes before Celestia did her duty to raise the Sun.</span><br />&quot;Will you still be here?&quot; You feel yourself creating a wave of desperation.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Which is eased by Willsy's calm smile</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Of course Nonny? we pick up where we left off.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She pressed her face against yours, and once again probed your mouth, and you hers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Any negative feelings you had created were washed away as he once again helped you feel the tingling warmth of your shared affection.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The sun began to show over the horizon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Out of the corner of your eye you could see the top towers of Twits's castle sparkle radiantly in the fresh light.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You were beginning to feel a burning sensation along with the tingling of Willsy's tongue.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The sun raised above the horizon, bathing you in it's painful light.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;'Ohhh CELESTIA AHHHH'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A feeling of pain washed over you? followed by nothing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Than, as if waking up from an afternoon snooze, you fade back into a conscious state.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can feel yourself?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And you can feel Willsy?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And you can feel her tongue wriggling next to yours.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel her materialize in your arms, and she was feeling you fade into her hooves.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She was moving herself into you, pressing her ethereal being into yours.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You decided not to open your eyes?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Just better to let yourself fade into a warm feeling of companionship in this brave, ghastly, new world.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You playfully trace circles over her chilly tongue when a thought hits you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;'Willsy?'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Nonny?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;'I need to know if anything is going to happen to Fleshlight Spunkle for killing me?'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Does it matter?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;'Whoa, wait, what!?' Your eyes burst open, and push the little ghost away from you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You think your starting to feel some kind of cramping inside yourself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ummm? S-sorry? but I mean? what does it matter? You can't retaliate, you can't become obsessed?&quot; She was trailing off, losing the battle of wills</span><br />&quot;WHAT DO YOU MEAN CAN'T RETALIATE!? She killed me! I have to, that bitch needs to pay!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your anger and pain was building, and you just let it, focused on destroying that purple cunt who destroyed you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Willsy was withering in pain.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You didn't care at this point, you were focused; you needed to fuck a bitch up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You were proceeding toward the castle glimmering in the late twilight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Every way you could annihilate Twit was running through your mind</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A large crystal being knock off her ceiling above her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A bookshelf crushing her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe a midnight candle falling onto her bed while she slept.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ohhhh there are so many ways to get revenge as a ghost?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And every minute you were coming up with a new fresh hell to dispense on this fuck up of a princess.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your approaching the outer walls of the glimmering palace.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's blatant opulence made you disgusted.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You flew into a window like a night chill.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Only the thought of finding your target, and dispensing sweet justice, flooded your soul.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You fly through walls, room to room, looking for your target.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You catch a glimpse of Spill in one of the rooms, being a faggot as usual.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You half entertain the idea of just crushing him with a falling crystal stalactite?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you wouldn't want to alert Twits to your presence? After all, she's the one you need to exact your vendetta against.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pick up on some murmuring as you fly down a great hallway.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Making an immediate turn you fly through one last wall to find yourself in a grand hall.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You spot Twats immediately, but it's the other ponies there which makes you hesitate.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia and Luna were in the hall before Twig.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You decide to let your curiosity overrule your anger, finding a choice position above the ponies to listen to what they were saying.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twitties is speaking right now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I told you I DON'T KNOW where I teleported him. I just needed him away!&quot; She was flustered.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was Celestia's turn to talk</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;But you still teleported him when you didn't know what would happen?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Y-yes?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And you've never tried to teleport another pony without teleporting yourself with them?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;A-also yes?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Have you really never tried before?&quot; She was looking Twi in the eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;N-noo?&quot; Twi looked like she was fidgeting a little.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've noticed Luna doesn't seem to be doing anything, kind of just standing there to the side of her sister.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;'What is she doing here? Some kinda backup?'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your staring at the midnight mare while you think this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her turquoise eyes darted up to you the instant your thought's materialized, causing you to hover back from her a little.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her stare didn't last more than a second? but it was right through you?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;'What was it Willsy said? That we're things of the night? Could this living princess of the night really?'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She was looking at you again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You floated to the side continuing your thoughts</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;'really know about us ghosts when nopony else does?'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Without moving her head, her eyes track your trajectory.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;'Yep, she knows?'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But she isn't making a big deal out of your presence.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You decide to continue listening to the conversation at hand</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia was talking.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Now I probably should have taught you this lesson long ago, but I thought you would have discovered it yourself when you learned to teleport. I want you to teleport next to me.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twip looks visibly confused, but she obliges.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She concentrates, and in a flash, but a noticeable second later, she is next to Celestia.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twiggy looks up to Celestia in confusion.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ok now teleport the both of us next to that table.&quot; She's gesturing toward a small end table at the other end of the hall.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Okayyy&quot; Twick does so, wrapping herself and Celestia in her magic.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Another purple poof, and a second later they were next to the end table.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You fly over to hear them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Now teleport this, and just this back into the basket.&quot; Celestia was holding an apple she'd taken from a cornucopia on the table.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twigger looked nervous, but she obeyed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Casting her magic out to the apple, she made it disappear in a pop.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia and her were watching the basket? but nothing happened.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twinder was the first to speak.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;W-what happened? I focused all I could on that basket, I-I-I knew where it was going!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You did, but you weren't there to guide it.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;W-what?&quot; Her expression was becoming something between shock, horror, and guilt. Priceless really.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia just looked down at her, beginning what you could tell was going to be a serious speech.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;When you teleport something or somepony you rip apart the reality we live in, cut yourself and whatever you bring with you out, then you rip a new hole in a reality that is in every way the same, and paste yourself and stuff into that one. But throughout the process you, the caster of the spell, guide yourself between realities. If the caster isn't present with whatever is being teleported at every step of the process? whatever is being teleported will be destroyed because it couldn't be guided to another reality.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twipple was just staring down, a tear running down her cheek.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;S-so? is A-Anon?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;He's dead [spoiler]Jim[/spoiler]&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I-I didn't know! I didn't know! I? didn't? know?&quot; She was shaking, beginning to sob.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This was way better than the show?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You actually felt somewhat happy that this arrogant bitch was coming to terms with your murder? until?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Do not fret yourself so much child.&quot; Celestia was taking Twoop under her wing, consoling her.</span><br />&quot;What!? She should be hanged for killing me!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;She shouldn't?&quot; A familiar feeling creeps inside you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You turn to see none other than Willsy hovering a few feet behind you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;'What do you want Willsy?' Your anger was returning, seeing your murderer being shown affection.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm here to tell you it's not worth getting angry over!&quot; She had a new force behind her voice, one you'd never heard or expected out of this dainty little ghost.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;'But she's going to walk free while I'm stuck here now!' You could feel your insides churning again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not flinching Willsy continued to stare you down.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;But what is freedom? She's stuck in that plane with those ponies, and you're stuck in this plane with me and a few ghosts? But you, we, can do anything here we can imagine. You're not stuck here anymore than you were stuck when you were in your monkey land or Equestria. You're just mad she brought you here.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She was staring daggers through you, and it was beginning to hurt.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Did she take anything away from you when she brought you here?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Thinking for a second?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;'She? she brought me away from Owlowiscious? Who was my only friend?'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;She brought you away from an Owl you'd trained to annoy her dragon? Anything else?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Thinking some more?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;'Ughhhh? N-no?&quot; You were sensing your defeat when you realized. &quot;How did you know I'd trained Owlowiscious like that!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now it was Willsy's turn to feel the daggers you were staring her with.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I&#160;? Ummm&#160;? I may have? ummm? watched you for a little while?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She was feeling embarrassed, her emotions were smothering your dying anger.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;'I... actually could believe you'd do that Willsy'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She perked up a little? she seemed like she was expecting worse.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;W-well you were so different than the other ponies? You actually stayed up all night, and had fun? and you're just kind of? a cool oddity to watch? since that's most of what a lonely ghost can do.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your inner turmoil was fading as you realized, as a ghost, there's little reason to be mad.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You began to think of some of your more private moments during your few weeks alone in the castle at night.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;'Soo? h-how much did you see?'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I? ummm?. I turned my back.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;'You didn't expect me to die so soon either?'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Maybe a little peek?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now you were almost laughing, and she was a ball of embarrassment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;'You saw my dick.'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I? ummm?. I? well? maybe&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;'Did you like it?'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;? maybe?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;'Come on, like you said, we're ghosts, nothing matters!'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;? yes? and things still do matter! Just? only things that affect our futures, nothing from our time alive is worth pursuing?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;'Ohhh?' You could tell she was trying to tell you something else? you listen? you've all the time in the world now?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Composing herself, Willsy starts.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;If you get too caught up on something like seeking revenge, and haunting a pony? well than that is all you become. The thought possess you, and you end up tormenting whoever you haunt until you either kill them, or they exorcise you? which I'm sure you can guess ends with you vanishing to another realm, but just as angry as you were in this one? That's why I told you not to? Normal ponies aren't even supposed to know we exist! That's why I didn't flip the page on the photo album? If ponies even suspect a ghost, they usually have them exorcised? and then? well? we leave each other forever? and when you get down to it, all ghosts have are each other. You see Nonny?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She was floating in front of you, tear in her eye, but head held up strong.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You looked at her, than through her, pondering her words?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;'You know your right Willsy? and I know your right? But the feeling of being wronged? that she's not going to face repercussions?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She held a hoof to your chest.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Let the feeling go, it's nothing good? And she will be punished? just nothing mortal.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You could hear Celestia cooing to Twich, as she led her out the grand door.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You turn to look.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There were several guards entering and surrounding the alicorns.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They exited.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You felt like hugging Willsy? you did.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;'This is it? this is me? this is we? hehe? *sigh*?'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Than a third voice.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hey, you two.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;'L-luna?'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'd forgotten her presence when Willsy arrived, but she'd never left.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She was staring up to you and Willsy, but her mouth remained shut as she communicated.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I just wanted to tell the two of you I'm proud? proud you had the strength to see through your anger? and proud you two found each other? Be happy, spirits, because shared happiness is the only goal you have to strive for in your lives.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She turned, spread her wings, and flew through the entrance, bursting up into her moonlit night.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You and Willsy were still in a hug.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;She's right?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;'I know? now? Say, did you know she could communicate with us?'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Nope!&quot; She was giggling in your arms.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;'Good cuz that kinda scared me a lot!' You were giggling now too.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hey, want to leave this place?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;'I don't see why not.'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You extend your hand to her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And she grasps it in her hoof.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You let her lead you, dragging you almost, but moving a ghost doesn't take any force if the ghost being moved makes no force to object.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Quick way or scenic way Nonny?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She had already pulled you to the top of the grand foyer, passing through a chandelier on your way up. �</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You scrunch your face, pondering what she could show you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So a little bit of both eh?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;'Show me what you want to show me, I'm in your world with an e-eternity to look for myself.'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You still struggled on the concept of what an eternity in this plane really meant?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;'Is God a crazy lonely person who has to exist for eternity?'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Who's God?&quot; Willsy chimed into your internal musings again. It might get annoying, but right now it was reassuring.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Willsy was still pulling you along as you wondered to her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's a concept? that I'm glad you don't know.&quot; You imagined back to Earth, a little shudder forming in your spine at the thought of how much that thought has shaped your species.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Willsy shivered too.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I don't know if I want to meet this&#160;?God' person?&quot; She was looking back to you as you flew through the ceiling and into the fresh, bright, night.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The moon shown through her translucent head as she looked down to the little human ghost she was dragging to? to the place she didn't want to spoil for Nonny by thinking of it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile up to her, taking every feature of her spectral form, how the individual fibers of her mane played in the moon light, shimmering and refracting the light ever so slightly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh Willsy? the idea of God is more complicated than that, in a way, we are each God, and in a way, in this moment, you are my God.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She scrunched her face, turning her head back away from you, and toward the spires of the castle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;But that makes no sense Nonny. You asked if this God person was a lonely crazy person? we're not crazy? and what do you mean I'm God? I'm not crazy!... maybe a little old? But not crazy!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You were feeling yourself becoming flustered? time for damage control.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You exert some force, and fly up next to Willsy, still holding her hoof.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;'Heheh us monkeys have spent thousands of years thinking about the idea of God? it's just a part of what makes me a human? but you're not, so don't worry about it. I'll have plenty of time to explain the idea? and why you're so lucky not to have known about it? later.'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That seemed to ease the air a little, and now you and she were twirling up around a crystalline spire, high into the sky.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So? I'm not crazy?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You frowned a little.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;'How long have you been here Willsy?'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now she frowned a little, and you felt her intense thinking.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You two reached the top of the spire, and you decided to just float there, above it all, for a few moments while she thought.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She speaks slowly, cautiously.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I? I can't? I can't remember. All I remember is that there were no trains when I was alive? and Canterlot was a local trading town? and all of this.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She flies you and her in a little circle, her other hoof extended.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;This was all my family's farm.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;'A while then?'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You could feel she was remembering a lot about who she was, her family, and everyone who is long gone to another plane? You felt like crying.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So you pulled her into a hug and petted the back of her mane? What else could you do? except commiserate by remembering your past life on Earth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You were both crying now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You also learned that ghostly tears turn to mist when they fall from your face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But this can't go on forever, you've only so much night by which to live your afterlife.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You steel yourself, raising your head from the embrace, and look out upon the land.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's beautiful?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And Willsy is perking up now too.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;*Sniff* Heh, you think that's beautiful! Have you ever been to the Moon?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;'W-wait, what, no!?'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I've been here a while Nonny? And space isn't a very scary place when you can't die&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You felt yourself wanting to fulfil your childhood dreams of being an astronaut.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's not as cool as you think? just rocks and dust and stuff? Though I did meet a pony up there, just an old soul looking for peace.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;'What happened to the old pony on the Moon?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We vanished each other? he got so mad I was on his slice of Moon? but I wanted to explore it? So all we could do was vanish? I didn't care about vanishing back then.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This thread of thought was getting to you, and you'd seen this view before when you were alive.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;'Oh? ummm? So partially scenic partially quick rout to wherever??</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We'll get there my little monkey~&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;'My little mo~ Ohhh'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She had pulled you into another kiss, spinning you around while she locked lips with you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You didn't even feel shock, somehow this was almost expected?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;hive minded horse spirits?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You and Willsies tongues swirled and played as you and her spun slowly high in the night air.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A familiar warmth swept over your soul as you ran your hand through Willsie's mane, working down her cool back, and back up again to the base of her neck.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She still held your other hand in her hoof, her other pulling you against her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You brought your free hand up to the back of her head as you readjusted your face for a deeper kiss.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Cocking your head slightly, Willsy adjusts herself appropriately and probes her oral organ deeper into you, tickling the top of your tongue as she proceeded.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You counter by tracing patterns on the sides of her tongue, making sure to give her a little suck every so often.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You let your fingers sink into her ethereal mane, relishing the softness of her form, the tingle of her tongue, and the uncanny warmth she made you feel.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you twirled high above the world, embraced with this specter of another era, your mind drifts in a lewd direction?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You swore you felt Willsie's muzzle try to smile in the middle of your thought.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her hoof was traveling further down your back now, and she was pushing herself into you now with a new rhythmic force.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She was pushing her abdomen and ghostly tail into you in a slow rhythmic pattern which you fell into without any thought.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wanted this, she wanted this? but how do you do &quot;this&quot; as a ghost?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Why hadn't this thought come to you earlier with such a cutie as your guide to the afterlife!?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ok it was becoming hard to continue this kiss, she was just giggling too much in your mouth? which you didn't mind too much.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;'Willsy?'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yah?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;'How? how does? you know? sex work here?'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You felt embarrassed asking, but Willsie's warmth was quickly making the feeling fade from your conscious.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She broke her face away from the embrace, and the two of you stopped your little twirling act above Twi's spire.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She was looking into your eyes now, smiling, maybe the last rumbles of a chuckle still rolling through her chest.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Silly, I don't know? maybe like in life? but I want to find out as much as you! But not here?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If she wasn't all white, she'd be all red right now, and so would you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But it felt good in ways normal, live, ponies could never feel.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;'Deus Vult, lead us there my little pony.'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Deus what?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smirk, and boop her nose.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;'God Willsy it.'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She scrunched her face up, and stuck her tongue at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You're a strange one Nonny.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;'Never met one stranger than you Willsy.' You retort with a grin.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She raises her hoof, as if to protest, but you feel her accepting your observation, maybe even relishing it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She lowered her hoof, giving you a wry smile, she again grabs your hand.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You expect her to again fly you to your destination, but instead she nuzzles your hand for a second before placing it on her shoulder.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm going to need you to hold on a little more this time Nonny.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;'Ok?' You ask, a little confused.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We're about to go a little fast? and I don't want you getting lost.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She turns herself around, and you wrap both your arms around her shoulders, taking a moment to rest your head against hers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She nuzzles the side of her face against yours causing a slight shiver to run down your spine? you'd never gotten to rub your face against a pony? Their faces are pretty soft.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yours too Nonny~&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;'Heh, still not as soft as ghosty pony cheekie [spoiler]breekies[/spoiler].'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She gives you that look like you were being strange again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You just rubbed the side of your face into hers some more.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Nonny, what am I going to do with you?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;'Ummm?. Fly me to this place so we can explore our ghastly bodies together?'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh yah!&quot; She feigns surprise, like she forgot. &quot;Now hold on, this may get a little bumpy!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She wriggled her ectoplasmic plot into where your crotch would be, if it wasn't a tail?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now she's just toying with you; you didn't mind too much.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You held her closer, pressing yourself into her as she begins to fly the two of you down and away from the spire.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She started at a slow pace, like when she flew you to the top of the spire, but she was constantly accelerating as she changed course for the Everfree.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;By the time you were at tree top level the world was flying by at break neck speed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Good thing your neck was not made of matter.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Suddenly Willsy shot through a particularly large tree.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You flinched.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She giggled.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hugged her closer.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She nuzzled her face into your arm.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You relaxed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She flew faster.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The far edge of the Everfree flew past in a blink.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She was only accelerating.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;'Dang, ghosts can move!'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yah? one of the perks of being nothing, second only to teleportation? but I'm no alicorn&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;'So ugh? if you don't mind me asking, where are we going?'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You'll see, we're almost there!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ocean gave way to land, rolling hills, large farmlands bathed in the Moon's light, bleeding into forest, finally rising to great mountains.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She was definitely slowing down now, the land wasn't passing as quick.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She was now flying you at a gradual pace through a high altitude mountain valley.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The glaciers high above you sparkled in the moonlight while the trees far below you looked like a dark ocean flooding the valley, with a silver river cutting through the center.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She turned back to you, flashing a grin.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So are you ready?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;'My body is ready~'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Nonny~&quot; She was shaking her head and suppressing a giggle at the same time.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;'Whaaaat?' You rested your head back on her shoulder, looking forward.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We're here!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You and her are nearly at a standstill floating high above the valley floor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You take a moment to look around, seems like a normal mountain valley to you, tall mountains on either side of you, lush trees lining the walls and floor of the valley up to about mid-way on the mountains, snow capping the tops, a river shimmered in the moonlight below you, which seemed to be sourced from a massive waterfall directly in front of you about a kilometer away.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;For some reason you expected a little more.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;'You sure we're there Willsy?'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well mostly there, actually it's just over there&quot; She pointed a hoof at the menacing waterfall.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;'If I wasn't dead I'd say you're crazy, that's just a waterfall.'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's not just any waterfall. Also stop calling me crazy!&quot; She had a bit of force in that last part.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;'Whoa, why are you so concerned about your sanity? You seem sane enough to me.'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She looks down to the river below, maybe a little ashamed of her outburst, maybe a little ashamed of her reason for the outburst.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;W-well? I haven't had much contact with sentient beings in a long, long, time? And I mean I try to keep myself entertained with games of the imagination or by watching ponies? but it gets hard to tell between my imagination and what's real sometimes. It's been so long that somebody told me what's real and what's not.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pull her into another hug, allowing her blurry sense of reality to mingle with your sharper, fresher, sense of what is real.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;'You know I feel the same way in this horse land. I'm an electric monkey from another world, look at me, don't you think it's hard for me to believe any of this either? I could be in some coma in a hospital? and this could be a dream? but I accept it as reality, and yes, you're very real to me? Am I real to you?'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She looks up to you, her white pupils gazing directly into yours.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I-I think so.&quot; It's barely more than a whisper of a thought.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You raise an eyebrow.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She cocks her head.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Before she can think more you plant your lips on hers, suckling a bit on her lower lip.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She returns, but not with much force.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She sucks on your upper lips, and you know not to try to go further this time.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You two stay like this for a minute before mutually breaking.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;'Could something which isn't real do that?'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'd wished the kiss had been more passionate when you thought that, but it'll have to do.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She frowns while looking into your eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you notice her eyes aren't focused.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's transfixed with memories.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You brush a bit of her man over an ear to get her attention.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh, ummm, y-you'd be surprised what you can do with your imagination Nonny? if it? if it wasn't for the feeling you give me? and Luna? you'd just be another.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You raise an eyebrow again, letting her feel your curiosity.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I've made more imaginary ponies by now than I've ever known in life. A whole village of them, all in my head? Sometimes I will imagine I'm in the village with them, I talk to them, do imaginary work for them, and even try to have romances with some of them?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She was starting to hold you tighter.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I even started to make up creatures when normal ponies weren't exciting enough. I'd go on adventures across the world with them, and laugh and love with them? and? and? and? I-I stopped being able to know who's imaginary and who's real a while ago.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's sobbing again, and you feel your soul becoming heavy with the weight of hundreds of years left alone with an idol mind.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;'But you said there were other ghosts you knew, why didn't you spend time with them?'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;A-at f-first there was? there was a lot of us? but then we all? we all *sob* vanished. I got so afraid of it that I stopped talking to the few I knew, I didn't want to lose the chance that I'd run into them randomly one day by vanishing them.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;'You gave up on other ponies?'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's sobbing a lot now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;*hic* y-yes. *sob*&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;'Then what am I to you?'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her body is shaking with sobs, and she's got her arms wrapped around you in a vice-like hug.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your rubbing her back, letting her use your shoulder as a pillow to cry into.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's taking a while to reply, and your almost worried? or is that her worry invading your mind.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Y-you're either a-a real not-pony-thing? o-or you're? you're my mind tricking me again?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;How do you prove to her that you're real?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You focus your energy, your love, and your admiration toward her, and you can feel her calm down a little.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;'What about the feeling I give you, about Luna speaking to us, about the time we've shared?'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There's another body racking sob out of her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I-I don't know! T-the last one my mind made? I made? seemed so real too? it made me warm inside, and talked to me, and held me? But it felt a little different than you Nonny.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She rubs her face into your neck.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;'How do you know a not-real one then?'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;S-sometimes they just leave forever? other times I watch them disappear before me? other times I just feel that they aren't real? Sometimes I never know? Once I vanished a colt's ghost because I kept thinking he wasn't real? when he was. That's why I don't assume anymore.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's calming down a lot now, while you do your best to remain an emotional rock for her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You decide to let her decide when to move on.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You raise your head to the sky, and notice a familiar glow on the horizon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is going to hurt?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Willsy doesn't move, still clinging to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You watch the tops of the mountains illuminate in the morning sun.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Before long your entire body is burning for a hot second.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your last sight before this ghostly sleep is Willsy burring her face in your chest.</span></div></div>




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