A Haunted Sleepover

Rarity groaned to herself as she sat on top of the washing machine in the laundry room of the mansion. Due to Applejack not telling them what had happened, the farmgirl wanting to allow Bartholomew his chance to introduce himself personally to each of the others, it had taken them almost an hour to find their clothes. Which, while Rarity admitted the tour of the house was nice, was also a little annoying.

Though, also a little entertaining. She was, admittedly, mostly into guys, but after so many boobs, butts, and beauties had passed through her boutique, she had gained at least an appreciation for the female form. And in only towels, for most of them, left a lot of room to look.

She bit into her lip as a slight blush came to her cheeks, and she looked to the piles of clothes. She shouldn’t be thinking about her friend’s figures, especially with the oddity that was what had just happened. Who sorted their clothes for wash? Who had started the first load? Who had started the wash? Sunset didn’t have answers, though she claimed that nice little things like this had happened in the past.

The thought of nice little things brought to mind Twilight. Just like the rest of them, a towel had not been enough to cover her, what with her own plentiful chest that she had to cover. It wasn’t as visible as Fluttershy’s well rounded rump, but her cute, tight little ass swaying back and forth had definitely caught Rarity’s eye.

Of course, best ass of the morning had to go to Pinkie Pie. Not that she would normally rate it as such. However, unlike the rest, Pinkie had been willing to show herself off, deciding to go without a towel. While she had blushed with the rest at first, she had found Pinkie’s free spirit endearing. It even…

Rarity paused, her hand hovering over the skirt of her towel, wanting to pull it up and touch that which a lady never dared. She especially didn’t do so in a place where she might be walked in on, or another’s-

“Yours.”

Rarity blinked as she felt a sudden rise of heat at her nethers, not realizing that they were a pair of fingers gently touching her down there. The voice had been so low that she thought it might be her subconscious, but it wasn’t.

Bartholomew bit into his lips. He hadn’t registered what he’d done on the roof earlier, and still didn’t. Something had told him to speak though, to beckon to the girl. She was pretty, a lady, possibly more so than Sunset by empirical standards. Not that he would say she was better. Maybe equal. But he couldn’t believe he had managed words, or even a proposal like that.

He gently stroked Rarity’s folds again, pushing just a bit harder as the lady let out a slight moan. Bartholomew didn’t plan to do too much to her. As said before, she was a pure lady, and a lady had to be courted, not taken or molested. It was a fine line though, as you couldn’t let a woman like this just say no either, for they normally would.

Fortunately, Rarity still didn’t realize what was going on, and let her fingers lower to her nethers, brushing her own fingertips against it, and letting out another small moan. She wanted to enjoy a little private time, especially as she remembered how Fluttershy blushed. It was so cute, how vulnerable she was.

Her fingers pushed inside of her as she let out a louder moan, and Bartholomew moved again, pulling off her towel, and letting those large, perky breasts out into the light. Her hard, gray nipples bounced a little at being free, but Rarity didn’t care. She could only think about how vulnerable they all had been.

She could just see Fluttershy’s pillow of an ass, shaking back and forth in front of her, teasing her. It begged to be smacked, especially since it couldn’t hide under that little towel of hers. Same went for the shy girl’s nipples, whose areolas showed over the top of her towel. Normally, Rarity would have envied the girl’s size, but today it had been a detriment, making her unable to hide anything. A simple tug and she would have had all of theirs gaze.

Rarity threw her head back in a much louder moan, ignoring the hand that pushed her back, and the other that gripped her breast. Her own thumb had flicked her clit, sending shivers all the way up her spine. Coupled with the thought of how she had been just as vulnerable, it was almost euphoric.

Her own ass was on full display, with the towel just over her entire bosom. Not that that had been entirely on accident. If she were to admit that there was one girl that she desired, it was Applejack. She was strong, but not playful. Yes, in her arms she could be controlled, tied up like the cow she wanted at times, and spanked like the bad girl she was for thinking of doing the same to Fluttershy.

While three of her fingers needily pushed into herself, the soft whispers that Bartholomew didn’t know he was saying making her forget her surroundings, her thighs fell over the side of the washing machine. Her feet tapped against the floor of the washing machine, right as her eyes widened. The surprisingly shaky and rough machine’s edge slid and shook against her nethers, smacking, rubbing, and grinding against it like another.

It also didn’t care, fueling her latter desire as she moaned out, “Please mistress, smack me, hurt me, make me cum!”

Bartholomew blinked for a moments, before something deep inside him made him smile. His claws flicked in the air as it was stoked, and plasma crackled between them. He raised one, the ozone in the air only slightly noticeable as his eyes fell on her free breast. Untouched, abandoned, but not for long.

Smack!

Rarity’s eyes shot open as her body shook and spasmed. The claw hit her hard, gripping into her vulnerable breast without warning. The smack itself stung, but the harsh, powerful shock that ran through her system, hurting her while also exciting every part of her bosom was by far better. It was too much though, and she screamed, her whole body shaking as her fluids gushed onto the bare, tile floor of the laundry room.

Rarity then laid back, exhausted from the sudden encounter, and the magic that had been acting upon her until now. Bartholomew looked down upon his sleepy maiden, and smiled. She would be fun to play with throughout the week. He’d never had a girl who was a sub before after all. But oh the things he could do with one.

He didn’t want to hurt her though, and so threw one of the sweaters, still waiting to be washed, over her, flipped over the clothes to start the next load, before he locked the door from the inside. Rarity would probably die from embarrassment if someone saw her like this, that much he’d discerned from her personality.

And, like a good butler, done with his work, he slipped away, another on his mind already for who may be in need of his services.