A Haunted Sleepover

After a good bit of conversation, and dampening Rainbow Dash’s idea to start crazy, most of them went towards one of the living rooms in the place. It was one of the better furnished ones, but there was still something lacking for their night of relaxing, and that was a television. Luckily, Applejack had brought hers, by request of Sunset. On other hand, Pinkie dashed towards the kitchen, following her nose so she could make them all something to snack on.

So this left Bartholomew two main choices, as targeting the group was... dangerous. It was easy to say that someone was imagining things when they were alone, but in a group, when they could see you jump, you had evidence. In fact, his earlier antics had been a foolish moment, caused by his initial shock.

Now that he was actually thinking though, his eyes drifted over the two. Applejack was tall, brawny, and had homegrown assets that almost beat Sunset or Rarity, at least in the chest area. She definitely had the best ass. But she was supposed to be gone for less time, and carrying something fragile.

Pinkie and her love tufts on the other claw…

Bartholomew drifted behind her, swaying in time with her hips. Honestly, with how energetic the woman was, he was a little surprised to see any bit of extra meat on her bones. Of course, with how she’d begun talking about cupcakes, pastries, and other such sweets, maybe he shouldn’t be.

Not that he minded. A bit more fluff meant a bit more booty, and that it would jiggle more when he smacked it. Or, better yet, provide more cushioning for when he might start pounding away at it.

And that probably brought the worst news of the night with it. While he could envision them all under his cock, giving into his perverted tendencies, by no means was that going to happen quickly. It had taken him a whole seven days to decide to make his move on Sunset, and something made him doubt he would have these ones in his claws for so long. Still, one could dream.

Getting into the kitchen, he waved away the dreams. He had poltergeisting to do, and that took focus. One had to be aware of their surroundings, and able to calculate how everything played together. If he knocked this knife over, would they hear it? If he sent an electrical burst through the outlet, would it cause the lights to go out? One had to consider everything.

Luckily, Bart was rather experienced in such things.

He slid over the unsuspecting girl, enjoying the view of her plump bosom as her white shirt clung to it. The little pink heart was cute too, but the more important thing was the fact that it was white. It would also need to wait, because she was checking cabinets. Including one that had flour in it.

Pinkie coughed as a small explosion of white powder coated her body lightly in the stuff. She wasn’t one to let a mess stop her, something Bart had guessed, and so started patting herself off. And this was what he had wanted.

Anywhere her hands went, his followed, with only a slight delay. It would feel odd, especially as he applied a bit more pressure, but since it happened every time, she would think she was just being silly. It also gave him a chance to sample her assets. Her bosom, while not as perky as Sunset’s, were softer, and yielded to his touch better. The ass was about the same results, except that it was a good bit larger, and he could barely get his claws around the plump rump.

All in all, he approved.

Bart then moved away from her. Stay on top of her too long while like this, and his warm spirit would start making her sweat. Good for getting a girl to undress, sure, but it could also make them more suspicious. Besides, he could always enjoy a good show.

And Pinkie was good at putting on a show. Her natural bounce never slowed, even while being alone, or when she was still for that matter. So, when she bent over a counter, humming to herself as she measured ingredients, her ass would jiggle in time with the self created beat. When she walked over to other cabinets, her slightly loose bra, chosen to be more comfortable, simulated some of the beauty of a girl who wore none, and gave Bart very bad ideas.

During one of these trips, seeing where she was going with the new measuring cup, he flicked one of his claws at her back with a practiced ease. Sunset usually giggled when he did this, but Pinkie, used to not really feeling her bra anyways, didn’t notice as the clasp on it undid itself. She also didn’t seem to notice his presence as she turned the water on the sink on.

For a moment, nothing happened, but it wasn’t because Bart had turned the water off. No, He simply was focusing on it, holding it back, waiting for Pinkie to move in closer. Once she had her breasts well within splash range, her let the block off, and ramped up the water pressure to its max.

The water shot out of the faucet as if fired from a firehose, soaking everything within and around the sink in an instant. Pinkie let out a small cry of surprise as the cold water splashed her, before backing up fast. Already though, one could see straight through the white of her shirt, and see the cute, pink bra underneath.

All except for Pinkie, who frowned as she realized how wet she was. If Bart had assumed enough about this girl correctly, then her next move should be… He smiled as her hands went to the bottom of her shirt, and began to pull on it. After all, she couldn’t stay soaked, could she?

He watched with baited breath as the fabric was peeled away from her. She definitely had a stomach that he could call cute, rather than anything else, and could see himself blowing raspberries on the cute, little bit of chub she had. As it got higher though, he let his large, heavy cock fall into his hand, and smirked as he gave it a slow stroke. He expected not to get to look at the two, large mounds for too long, and he was going to be ready.

When she did finish undressing, he was not disappointed. The bra had gone with the shirt, sticking to the fabric, rather than Pinkie, and so left the large, shining tits on full display. They jiggled and bounced now that they were free, and did so even more as she gasped.

And then things went odd for good ol’ Bartholomew.

Pinkie, with a boob in each hand, squeezing them together, hummed to herself. She then continued to fondle herself, letting her fingers sink into the sensitive flesh as she looked to the ceiling. “I thought I’d worn a bra today. Hmm, but, I am prone to forgetting such things…” She moved her arms, putting one underneath her rack and pushing it up, as her other hand came to her chin.

Bart, for his part, was just a bit stunned, and was rock hard when she finally shrugged, causing the mountain of a chest to rock and jiggle, before she turned back to her mixing bowl. “I still have goodies to make, so let’s keep going!”

Bartholomew didn’t really need to think for his next few tricks. He was running off of a burning curiosity to see where this girl’s boundaries laid, and so, quickly but quietly, he managed to undo the button to her shorts, before pulling the zipper on the all too tight pair of booty shorts down, exposing some of her darker pubic hair. And then, he waited.

When she pulled out the mixer, a single snap caused a slight power surge, and the mixer exploded into life, splattering some of the batter in the bowl onto Pinkie as she let out a yelp. And then, he froze, just watching while his rocker hung in the air.

Pinkie, much to his drastic confusion, acted to this almost as casually, and sexually, as she had to thinking she’d forgotten her bra. Instead of grabbing a towel, or seeing about unpacking a shirt so this wouldn’t happen again, Pinkie decided she ‘didn’t want to waste the batter’, before lifting one of her breasts upwards.

A small bit of precum came out of Bartholomew’s cock as he watched her lips wrap around her nipple, where the smallest trace of the batter had landed, instead of the underside of her chest, like most of it. Then, the bountiful flesh became taut as she suckled on it, and let out a lewd moan.

Pinkie wasn’t done defying every level of logic that Bartholomew had thought he’d gotten over the years as she leaned over one of the counters, and slipped a finger into her shorts. It was about this time that his spirit decided that instead of poltergeist mode, to go back to default, and he helped her right out of those shorts with a powerful yank.

Now, Bart would explain Pinkie not noticing, and spreading her folds wide open, to her being some sort of lust addled air head. Pinkie would say it was because she liked the mischievous spirit, and watching his giant cock flail about the room had been way too much for her at that point. No matter which explanation, the next moment still happened.

Pinkie’s scream from her sudden orgasm almost broke glass as she met twelve inches of ghastly meat, along with at least a cup of hot, aphrodisiac ectoplasm that filled her womb. The scream was euphoric to Bartholomew, and caused his essence to shimmer, dissipate, and then reform.

Along with his mind, which just realized what he’d done, and how if he didn’t get out of there right that instant, it would be pretty hard for her to ever get off her guard. Something that Pinkie was rather sad about, as she could feel that her ghostly kitchen assistant could easily have gone on longer.

Of course, she didn’t want to spoil the ghostly surprise for any of the other girls, or make them end up waiting any longer for their cupcakes, so she had to get dressed herself. When the others asked what in the world happened, Pinkie just giggled and said that she accidentally touched something a touch too hot, and reacted a little louder than she meant to.

Sunset was the only one of them to notice the drips of green on the floor, and smiled, wishing she’d known before that Pinkie was happy with a surprise like Bartholomew, but was still pleased with the results. She only hoped Pinkie would get to experience his full, sexual power one of these nights.

But until then, they had movies to watch, and sleep to get.