Rarity, still in her maid outfit from spike's visit, waved to spike and twilight as they made their way back to the library. She closed the door, sighing at the thought of being lonely again. Rarity glanced out the window only to see her yard and nothing more.
The day was still young, and she had several dresses to finish. She had had a busy weekend, after all. Her house was notably empty as she made her way to her work area.
After finishing the more demanding works, she went over her orders to see if anything else needed to be done. There was one item. It was an unusual request considering that she normally made formal dresses.
Having nothing better to do, she began work on the thing. It didn't cover much, but rarity assume that that was the point.
When she finished, she noticed that she hadn't changed out of her maid outfit. She turned to make her way to the restroom to change, but stopped. She looked back at her latest project and felt the need to try it on -- for the customers sake.
She came out wearing the suit of straps. Rarity admitted to herself that it was rather comfortable, but before she went back to change out of it, she decided to look in one of her mirrors to see how it looked.
It looked better than it felt. There were straps hugging her limbs and head. On each limb was a simple ring. On her muzzle was, well, a muzzle -- of sorts. It held her mother open more than was necessary to breath, but still managed to be comfortable.
She turned to look at her rear, and saw how the piece at the back held open her entrance about as much as her mouth.
As she was looking in the mirror to see how the suit flexed, something behind her moved. She whirled around, worried that one of her friends had seen her, but nopony was there.
Still skeptical as to whether or not someone was near, she made her way to the restroom to take it off before whoever it was (if they were even there) could get a good look.
She made it to the restroom without incident, but when she tried taking the straps off, they seemed as if they had tightened. She struggled to get them to move, but she couldn't manage to get it off. The suit had been designed without adjustables or hooks, so it was only one piece. One piece that wouldn't come off.
Having almost given up, she made her way to her bedroom in an attempt to relax and see if being relaxed would allow the straps to move more (it was a stretch, but she didn't want to have to cut up her client's outfit.
She flopped down on her bed, not bothering to pull the covers over her, and just as she was about to put her eye cover on, she glimpsed something moving outside the window. She scrambled to her hooves and glared out the window. Nopony was there.
She closed the curtains and locked her bedroom door. If anyone was near, they wouldn't have the chance to bug her. Once again, she started putting on her eye cover, and succeeded without interruption. She promptly fell asleep.
A noise awoke her. Something outside her bedroom door. She got on her hooves and marched over to the door to give whoever it was what-for. She turned the handle -- or rather, she tried to turn the handle. She realized that she forgot to unlock the door. After doing so, she tried again, to no avail. She looked at the lock and saw that it was still sealed. Again, and again she unlocked it and tried to open the door, but each time, she found that it had locked again.
Exasperated, she decided that whoever pulled this prank wouldn't be able to get in anyway, so she laid back down on her bed, this time leaving off the eye cover.
The floor creaked behind her. Startled, she looked towards the door, but again, nothing. A similar sound was behind her again. She whipped to look towards the window, only to see nothing.
She pulled the covers over herself, trying to convince herself that ghosts didn't exist, and that nopony could have gotten in. She was wrong.
The was a ghost in her room, although it wasn't the kind that haunted people after whoever it used to be died. No, this ghost was still alive. It was the kind of ghost that tampered with magic too much and spooked people in its spare time.
It had turned itself into a vapor, and had materialized in rarity's room, but not before applying an invisibility spell. He found extreme joy in torturing the mares around town by doing small things to creep them out, but rarity was a different deal. He had his eye on rarity. Spectral had had his eye on Rarity for quite some time. He had been sparing her from his shenanigans, but had an idea to do more than just spook her. He had placed an order for a.. particularly kinky set of straps. He had watched her make them and when she inevitably tried them on, he had shrunk the size just enough so that she wouldn't be able to get them off.
He was now in the room with the mare in her straps, watching her cower on her bed. He had made noises to see how she would react. He noticed she was tense, but he knew what made a tense mare relax. Spectral debated when to show himself, and decided to appear when rarity was looking his way. He started undoing his invisibility spell, and felt light being bouncing off of him again, as opposed to passing through him. A gasp came from the bed, and Spectral opened his eyes. Rarity was under the covers up to her nose, and was staring at him in confused fear. Spectral closed the instance between him and the bed, and rarity scooted away, still covered.
He tried to soothe Rarity, but she showed no signs of responding, or letting her guard down. Spectral sighed. He had hoped she would be cooperative, but it seemed he would have to resort to Plan B.
He materialized four leather straps matching the ones on the suit. He put invisibility on them, and tied the now invisible straps to each ring. Spectral gazed at Rarity for a moment to take in her beauty. She hadn't felt the new straps yet, but she would.
Spectral sighed as he readied four separate levitation spells to Moore each strap individually. He moved each strap to the closest bedpost, moving Rarity's limb with them, and tied each off. Rarity was suddenly more talkative, besides the fact that she could hardly talk with her muzzle.
Spectral dropped the invisibility spell on the straps, and threw her covers to the side. He lined up with rarity's entrance and looked into her pleading eyes. He told himself that they weren't pleading for him to stop. Those eyes told him they wanted it.
He gazed for a second more.. And then plunged deep inside of her. She let out a cry unlike any other. Spectral took that as a prompt to continue. He backed his length out about halfway, and then trust back in. She moaned in response. Spectral, now encouraged by this bran thrusting deeply, moving parallel to his mare. Had her entrance not been held open, this would have been hard because she was hard. As hard as she could be. Her moaning turned to short breaths and whimpers as she neared climax. She gave one last moan as her fluids spurted forth, making each thrust splat. Her fluids dirtied the suit and Spectral's crotch.
Spectral felt her surge and burst, and he felt warn fluids all over his lower areas. Her entrance was still hard though, so he continued. The straps on her body rubbing against his skin as he rode her. He put his muzzle directly in front of hers, and started thrusting straight in and out, so he could keep his head where it was. Her eyes were tightly shut, but her mouth was open. Spectral kissed rarity, sticking his younger deep into her mouth. He feels her begin to tighten more as he does so.
