A Haunted Sleepover

Bartholomew took in a deep breath as he stared at the ceiling of their house. The thought almost brought a tear to his eyes, and he wiped it away with one of his claws. It had been so long since he’d been able to say that. When he had another to fill the loneliness who enjoyed his company, and the demands that his spirit had for him.

Not that he ever argued the demands. Copping a feel on pretty, young girls was never a bad thing, at least so long as they didn’t figure out when he was corporeal and hit him where the sun don’t shine. After that horrible moment, his life had become much better than it had been for centuries.

He kicked one leg off of the rafter he laid upon, and drifted to the ground. The last three years had breathed a new life into not only him, but the large house. Before now, it looked like a place a squatter would live, and had been raided back in the eighteenth century and never been touched after. Nowadays, it was a real house.

Most of the holes were fixed, either with wood or cloth that he stole, and then placed over the holes. Furniture and carpet lined the floors, giving a way for someone to be comfortable if they decided to spend time around the place, or, for that matter, if you pushed a bacon haired woman onto the carpet before rutting her brains out. Bartholomew smiled at the thought, and felt a twinge in his loins.

Yes, Sunset had instilled a new pride in him, and he had tried his best to show his appreciation. She had also tried to show him hers, something that still confused him to this day. How could she need to when she was so willing to be with an almost demon like him?

He looked to his claws, and sighed. He thought he was human at one point, but, if he were honest, he’d been dead for too long to remember. The thought of how he died was one question that had haunted him for a long while now, especially when Sunset had asked. To answer her questions had always bothered him, but he liked it.

He liked being able to care.

He blinked as he heard the front door open, mostly because of the squeak in them, and reminded himself to get oil for it. Bart then heard something very odd for the old place.

Voices. Not one, like whenever Sunset would let him know she was back, but multiple voices. And his spirit spiked in energy as he realized that they were all female. Are these the friends that Sunset has been telling me about recently? He floated through the halls, smiling to himself as he hoped to make a good first impression.

However, when he saw the main entrance, and, more importantly, the lasses that stood in it, every thought of just saying hi, or his origins, or anything of that sort, vanished from his mind. All he could focus on were the six girls that surrounded Sunset. Each had different sort of beauty, from nerdy and busty like his Sunset, to athletic, but kind of flat. Others were slightly plump, but bounced enough to put a raquetball to shame, with their huge tits looking like they were about knock them out. The last one though, the one he floated behind, instead had her arms wrapped underneath her chest as she looked around. They were the largest tits he’d ever seen, and had to wonder if his claws would even fit around them.

And then, he remembered that his job description was literally perverted ghost.

“Ah!”

Sunset and the others all turned to Fluttershy as she had almost leapt out of her skin, and now was covering her chest. The shy girl blushed as she realized that all of their eyes were on her, and she swallowed hard. She then glanced to the ground, and noticed that she was standing next to a small table. That would do. “S-sorry. I was just startled when I bumped into the table.”

Rainbow rolled her eyes, not noticing as Bartholomew made Applejack’s eyes widen momentarily from his test of her homegrown rump. “Come on Flutters, I thought you were past such small scares. I mean, a table, really?”

While Fluttershy wilted slightly, unwilling to say what she actually felt, Applejack ignored her own issue by looking back at the door, and guessing that that’s what hit her. She didn’t even consider a ghost though, because she got over country superstition a long time ago.

Meanwhile, Sunset looked at the two, and forced herself not to break out in a stupid grin. She knew what was going on of course, and had even thought of warning them. But why warn them when she could finally give her original companion a treat?

Of course, she didn’t plan to let him go too far. If she thought someone might get hurt from his antics, she would put an end to all of it. If he treated them like he treated her all those years back, then by the end of their stay, she expected to have a couple new roommates.

Rarity brought her out of her thoughts as she stepped closer. “So, the place looks really good! And you said that you had to fix it up yourself?”

Sunset smiled at her. “Yep. It’s not like some interdimensional being could actually afford to buy a house. Luckily, while it wasn’t easy, I had plenty of time to work on it. And that’s why, with the final hole being plugged earlier this week, I wanted to finally show it off!”

Rainbow whistled as she looked at the chandelier, a piece that Bartholomew had defended in the basement from looters for reasons he couldn’t remember, before saying, “I’ll admit, it does look pretty good. What I’m looking forward to though is what kind of trouble we can get in for the week. It’s been awhile since I’ve had an interesting Spring Break.”

Most of the others nodded, and finally, Sunset was able to smile as she felt a bit of heat build in her loins. Seven days with her friends, doing whatever they wanted, all the while while Bartholomew had them at his mercy. Well, him, and her, as she cast her eyes over them, and felt her heart flutter.

It was going to be hard, but she knew if she was able to control herself, she could make this literally the best week of all of their lives. “Well, what should we begin with then, girls? Because I’m with Rainbow. I want to see just how fun we can make this.” She was pretty sure that no matter what, it was going to be a lot, especially as Rarity had her chance to jump, and looked to her rump.

Bartholomew, for his part, had thought he might have died again and gone to heaven because of all that he’d heard, and was more than ready to spice up their week. So long as they didn’t mind coating the walls with ectoplasm at least.