You have an idea.

It’s a silly idea, but an idea nonetheless.

Willow beeps in surprise, but follows it up with a vigorous nod, clearly excited by the prospect.

The virtual pet grabs two plates and sets the cake slices on them- more a formality than anything. There’s three chairs at the table, and she pulls out two for herself as you take a seat.

She places your slice of cake in front of you as she sits in the chair furthest from you, getting comfortable.

She blushes at that, pixel character wiggling around shyly.

Her screen seems to glitch out for a moment, pixels distorting and fizzling everywhere- until they seem to pop right off of the screen itself, a chunky cloud of black squares swirling together and slowly taking physical shape…

The person that stands- no, floats before you is a light lilac color, and very clearly a ghost. She’s wispy and has slightly darker, floating hands, tipped in sharp claws and almost resembling flames. Her head is a white skull, pointy horns on top, a tuft of red flame-hair, and red eyes traced by delicate lashes. She blinks as she adjusts to the world around her, stretching out a bit and shaking herself off-

When she makes eye contact with you, red blush spreads across her skull face.

So…she really is a ghost…

oh god no wonder she said that about my ghost phone wallpaper

You fumble for words, Willow looking more and more nervous as you try and fail to get something out.

But finally, it comes.

You reach out and take one, feeling its warmth- actual warmth too, not just perceived. You would have thought a ghost would be cold, but no, she’s just a little bit heated up, like something left in the sun.

She floats onto the chair next to you, scooting it in close. You take her slice of cake in hand, figuring out the best way to do this.

You hold out the miniature, keeping it close to her face without shoving it in it completely.

Willow’s face floods with red, but she doesn’t pull away at all, leaning in and very gently bonking her head against the cake. Even with no actual pieces taken out of it, you can sense her taking delicate bites, taking her time with every bit- the soft vanilla cake, the strawberry filling, the buttercream frosting, all delicately sculpted out of clay by some unknown force, made just for this moment shared together.

At some point, she closes her eyes, completely lost in it.

You’re just as transfixed, unable to tear your own gaze away from her, your eyes shifting from watching her blissful expression to the flickering flame on her head, moving and twisting as she eats. Every so often, her cheek brushes against your wing, and you feel that now-familiar heat build up- the intimacy of the moment making you feel a hell of a lot more than you expected over a simple slice of cake.

When the slice blinks out of existence, both of you are startled, and…from the look on Willow’s face, she shares just as much disappointment that it’s gone. Even so, her eyes are soft and warm, the ghost’s form just a little bit shakier.

You waste no time, taking one of her ghostly hands to pull her in close and bump your beak to her face, the ghost using her other hand to cup your cheek. It’s even better than your dream the other night made it out to be, and you’re flooded with warm, tingling feelings…as well as the realization that even though Willow’s face is completely clean, there’s the distinct sensation of cake left there.

Before she can pull away, you’re nuzzling her, causing her to burst into yet another giggle fit- this time sounding more spectral than a flurry of beeps.

Willow starts counter nuzzling, and now it feels like it’s on your face- god, this is goofy.

When the two of you finally have your fill of making each other laugh and covering each other with imaginary cake and kisses, you just…sit there, looking at each other.

She extends a spectral hand and you gladly take it, walking with your fingers locked as you head down the hall and hang a left.

Willow’s room is just as decorated as the rest of the apartment, though you’re delighted to see the addition of little red string lights, bathing the room in a glow that’s both warm and a little bit edgy. To your extra enjoyment, Willow appears to glow as well in the dim lighting- it’s so cute! Her bed is round and cushy looking, a thick knitted blanket with pronounced fringe sewn in covering everything. When you go to sit on it, it actually sinks in- you realize it’s actually some kind of dome shape??

Willow lowers herself down by a box close to the bed, opening it up and beginning to lay out some stuff that looks a little bit familiar to you, some of it resembling things you’ve seen in the pamphlet.

You get equally embarrassed when she mentions that, but nod and gesture for her to continue.

She nods, and pauses to think for a moment.

She closes her eyes to focus for a moment, gathering her bearings, before a cloud of pixels swarms her body, fizzling out to reveal a full body, black, leather outfit. The main garment traces her body from the base of her tail to the lower third of her skull, almost as if covering her mouth, and is covered with a fantastic looking floor length jacket trimmed with black lace. It’s not quite what you’d expect compared to the things you saw in your research attempts, but something about it compels you- even moreso when you realize there’s small, diamond-shaped cutaways all along Willow’s torso, allowing that spooky glow to come through.

Willow closes her eyes in a clear smile, turning back to her box.

She fishes out the goods and floats on over, looking you up and down in your little party getup before setting the corset and socks to the side.

Your ghostly companion nods and starts undoing your outfit bit by bit, exposing more and more of your rubber form. Every time she brushes against your bare skin with her hands, you feel her warmth spread all over…even better, when she notices you enjoying it, she makes sure to keep her touches drawn out and lingering, tracing along the spot markings painted on your torso.

Willow returns your affection with a kiss on each spot, getting a giggle out of both of you. She finally manages to work your whole outfit off, leaving you completely exposed.

You flop backwards, cupped gently by the bowl-shaped bed. She approaches slowly, tracing a hand around the edge of your flat-based body.

She almost moves to touch it, but hesitates.

You follow suit, your tail sticking straight up into the air. She reaches forward to feel it, getting a squeaky noise out of you that you swear you didn’t know you could make.

Both of you freeze.

She rolls you back over and gives you a kiss, starting in on the socks. They’re black like the rest of her wardrobe, and when they slide on, you’re delighted to see the stripe effect looking dramatic as hell with your yellow legs.

You can’t help but kick your legs around and pose after they’re on properly, and to your delight, it gets Willow laughing and looking at you with the warmest expression in her eyes. You can’t get enough of it.

You sit straight up at attention, Willow grabbing the corset and slowly wrapping it around your torso.

You feel the intimacy of the situation set in as she slowly works the corset together, and you can’t help but feel a warm daze settle in over you…you can still hardly believe this is happening, and having this sort of thing together, just you and a super pretty girl dressing each other up…

It’s a dream come true, one you didn’t even know you had.

You aren’t prepared for the squeak that bursts out of you when she pulls it tight, or the squishing that results- your midsection is squeezed together just enough to form a curve, and oh god, the sensation of it-

She finishes tying it up and takes your wing in hand, leading you to a full length mirror.

Your formerly pear shape body now has a distinct curve in the middle- you’re still bottom heavy, but it’s almost like you have a subtle bust now- and you very much like that.