A Haunted Sleepover

Bartholomew took in a deep breath as he drifted into the main living room. The girls had spent the night watching movies and relaxing, and, for the most part, he’d left them alone. Sometimes he would slyly refill water cups, or when the popcorn bucket was almost out, somehow, there would already be another bag ready to be popped.

All in all, he was pretty happy with himself. He didn’t only have to be some sex fiend, but could also manage to be a good, charming host! Then again, if he had always been only bad, Sunset would have never seen fit in keeping him around for so long. Then again, he doesn’t know exactly how she, or anyone else, would have gotten rid of him anyways.

He stuck a claw to his mouth for a few moments, pondering the idea, before pushing it away. He wasn’t here to just watch over the girls and contemplate his existence. He’d been doing too much of that recently anyways. Instead, he was there for a full on recon of his new guests. His eyes shone for a moment, something he wasn’t even conscious of, and nodded to himself as the magic told him an order to go with. He called it instinct.

His form became less defined as he leapt from the rafters. He usually maintained the identity of whatever his body defaulted to, but bodily manipulation wasn’t too hard for him either. This way, while he was still being corporeal, he could move inconspicuously. Tonight, he chose a snake with a few… hidden properties, in order to help him move around the clustered mound of bodies.

First, he slipped over the only one who had been pushed to a corner to sleep by herself. This ‘Rainbow Dash’ apparently snored with the sound of a jet engine, and from how his essence shook as it slid along her body, he had to concur.

It also meant she was already deep asleep, while the others would take a little longer.

He dropped into her sleeping bag, careful not to rub against her, yet, as he examined her night attire. Bartholomew was pretty happy with what he saw. A cute, red pair of shorts that barely touched her thigh, and he bet, at the right angle, could let you see within. Then there was her loose, white tanktop.

Bart decided to focus on the shorts first, going from a bottom to top route since he was already down there. With a small tug, and a bit of squirming, he couldn’t help but smile. He had been right about the shorts, but even better was the fact that it got him to look straight to her small, pink slit. Something was off with it though, and he opened his mouth to let a small will o’ wisp out.

With the light on, Bartholomew felt his essence warm a bit. Not from the heat of the ghostly light, but more so because he could now see a small bit of glistening down there. He could also remember how Rainbow had been the last to change, and watched as the other girls stripped down to get changed. She had then taken surprisingly long in the bathroom to change when no one was looking.

Bartholomew slipped up towards her chest, laying on her flat stomach as he said, “I don’t blame you. I doubt I’d be attracted to dudes if I was a chick either. I hope you don’t mind me doing all of this because of your orientation though.”

With the new information, he didn’t dwell long. He did need to spend a little time though, and lifted her tank top a little bit. It was so loose that on a large chested girl, they’d at least be showing the tops of their breasts. On a girl like Fluttershy, the shirt wouldn’t hide anything other than her underboob. On Rainbow though, with her cute, round bumps, it hid them plenty well.

Bartholomew opened his mouth, and let a tentacle extend it, whose end slowly split into five fingers, and landed on the small bump. His eyes shone again as the hand squeezed the taut, firm flesh, and Bart nodded in appreciation. It could still be bigger, even without losing its firm, perky status, but it was fine for now.

He did not notice the pink goop he left on her chest, that then spread to both, and sank in.

His next target, he didn’t touch. He knew he couldn’t, and doubted she would ever get deep enough in her sleep to allow him to. Honestly, it made him sad. Not for the fact that he would need to find another chance to molest her, but because of how the girl’s life must be.

Then again, for a spirit whose existence revolved around sex, shyness wasn’t something he could understand. He could only try to respect it, and gently pecked her on the cheek, and give her a bit of warmth with his ectoplasm, so she could have sweet dreams.

Now that he was denied one huge mountain of flesh, he shot over to Rarity, who mumbled to herself in her sleep. It was about some nobleman, or popstar, or something, and Bartholomew couldn’t help but roll his eyes. He could remember holding both types in this house in its hayday, and both were terrible! They either destroyed the place, or brought in exorcists at the slightest bit of humor from him.

Having watched her before though, he knew that Rarity was not quite as bad as those nobles. No, she could take a joke, and so, he thought she deserved the amazing body that she had. And, she dressed it well, wearing two pieces of what looked like a belly dancer’s outfit for the night. Both were a lovely shade of purple, and consisted of a deep purple over her privates, so as to make sure they could not be spied upon, and then a lighter purple that ran down her stomach and thighs as a curtain.

Then again, he thought as the hand came back out, and began to slide down her stomach, she was the most confident with her body. She didn’t have the embarrassment of deeper feeling like Rainbow, or the modesty of Applejack. And then there was poor Sunset, who would be bare naked most days at home, but hadn’t even changed into pajamas for the sleepover, and she still slept in her own room!

His fingers grazed her slit, and gently began to massage the precious place. It was well kept, shaved to be hairless, unlike Rainbow, who had let it grow wild. A little bit deeper though, and he felt a small pang of sadness for her. So pretty, but she must have never found a reason to give herself to someone yet. He would need to keep that in mind with her.

He slowly slipped them out, letting the hand clean itself on her bare belly, before going underneath the top curtain of silk. Just like the fancy fabric, her well kept, perfect bosom was just as soft. It yielded to his fingers, and for a moment, he was happy that his normal claws were out. He didn’t want to possibly scratch such lovely flesh just for recon.

Bartholomew didn’t want to dwell, not when he wanted to give the girls a good surprise in the morning, and so had to forgo further studies of her chest. Same went for Pinkie Pie, who he got a plenty good look at earlier, and bet he could find better times to get more. Instead, he slid up the chair next to the couch, and crawled behind the girl there.

There he found that wonderfully delectable ass that had taunted him earlier. Yes, Applejack was definitely homegrown, and with pajamas that were just her normal clothes, at least for that night, she hadn’t lost that natural lewdness that came with her body. She also was probably the deepest sleeper, like most farmers, and as he nestled between her ass cheeks, he was fairly certain. A slight push with his head also proved that his thoughts that her ass could probably squeeze a cock off were well founded.

Her chest was a different matter. He could enjoy how large they were, but unlike Rarity’s lowcut bra, her bra covered her whole chest, and taking that off to feel her up, as long as she was in the chair at least, would be tricky. Instead, he contented himself with loosening her attire up with a few pops of her buttons, and a gentle nuzzle against her tanned skin. But that was all.

Especially, since this was when Twilight began to sleep talk.

He wouldn’t end up trying any of Twilight’s body on for size that night. No, not even with him spending the majority of the night perched over her shoulder. His focus was entirely elsewhere, and his essence rippled in a mixture of fury, joy, and pain as he listened. The words were from her subconscious, speaking that which she never could.

And this was what made, as the morning rays came into her room, looking over Sunset so hard. He cared about Sunset, considered her his sole property. But she was living, and he was a ghost. She would be gone, and he would persist. Not only that, but their relationship was one of friends and partners, not real lovers.

She didn’t talk about him like she did of Twilight. Twilight was in fact the only one she knew all too well, both of them. And the one from this world fascinated Sunset even more, as both were still trying to look into this whole ‘friendship’ thing.

And now he, and only he, knew they were both interested in more intensive studying with one another in that field.