Ghostbuckersby Michael HudsonChaptersEntering the CastleHonestyPatienceSurprise!Entering the CastleTwilight bit into her lip, the brown jumpsuit she wore loose along her body. It was just an old janitor’s outfit, enchanted with her own brand of anti-spectral spells so as to make it proper armor for the threat that she would face soon. Of course, to describe the threat and the need for this was another matter entirely. As for her five friends, who were staring at her, there was a much more important topic on their minds. Or, at least, one of them. Rarity stepped forward, her fingers pinching the rough, brown fabric that Twilight wore. “Umm, Twilight darling, mind telling me why you chose to wear such garish clothes today? I mean, it’s much more fitting for things that may be… disgusting, but surely that’s not why you chose to wear this, right?” Twilight shook her head, much to Rarity’s disappointment, before deciding that to stall any further would be of no use. “I’m sorry, Rarity, but what I wear is crucial to what we have been assigned by the princess, and I do expect you to wear this as well. The copious amount of fabric allows for greater, and more numerous, enchantments.” Applejack was the next to come up, placing a hand on Twilight’s shoulder as she gave her a concerned smile. “Now, Sugarcube, I know you’re worried for our safety, but we’ve fought dragons in our work clothes. Why would we need some… fancy duds to do this?” Twilight turned away, taking a deep breath as she looked out the window. In all honesty, she couldn’t believe the assignment herself, but she couldn’t deny how concerned Celestia had acted. Anything that worried the princess to that degree worried her too. She looked over her shoulder and stated, “We are to exterminate the ghost in The Castle of the Twin Sisters.” All five of the mares looked at her before Rainbow fell over with laughter, Rarity and Fluttershy snickered, Applejack just backed away, confused, and Pinkie jumped forward. She had her hands on Twilight’s shoulder before the alicorn could react with anything more than a scowl. “I’ve never made a ghastly friend before!” Twilight’s scowl deepened as she shook Pinkie’s arms off. “We are not going to befriend it! Princess Celestia herself said that this spirit, Bartholomew from what she told me, was so powerful a thousand years ago that it could not only make her and Luna feel week, but that it often left them covered in goo and defeated every night! With all of this time having passed, there is no telling how powerful it could be!” Applejack beat into her cheek before stepping forward. “Umm, you do realize that tonight is Nightmare Night, and, knowing our esteemed princess… she could just be pulling your leg.” Twilight’s wings spread out as her cheeks flushed with anger. “How dare you! Celestia would never treat such a major threat like this. In fact, the only reason she didn’t inform us of this before is because she thought he’d left. Now, if all of you will realize that this is indeed your duty, we must be going.” Twilight turned around, adding one last note as the other mares’ uniforms came out. “Now, put these on and stay with me. We can’t let it catch us off guard, so rule number one is to stay together!” (About a minute after they get into the castle) Rainbow Dash slid into the kitchen, licking her lips as she pulled a lighter out of her pocket. That was possibly the one good thing about the stupid suits Twilight had made for them: lots of pockets. Of course, they all had a lighter, as the ‘creature’ only came out at night. The pegasus rolled her eyes as she lit the lamp in the room, overpowering the last rays of the sunset outside with the candlelight. The whole thing was completely absurd, and that’s why she planned to just stick in the kitchen, eating a relaxing until whatever the princess was planning. Of which, the first step began as a set of eyes watched her bending into the refrigerator. Toned, athletic, with an ass that Celestia would kill for. Of course, what she made up for in her tight rump, she lacked in her rather modest chest. Not that the specter minded. It reminded him of Luna even. The spirit moved forward, his magic making a jar of pickles shake a bit as he came closer to Rainbow. The mare looked over at it, her lips pursing as she considered it. There wasn’t much in the refrigerator to be tempted by though, and pickles were as good as anything. Once Rainbow had the jar out, she reached back, her slender fingers catching the zipper. If Twilight thought that she would wear this stupid thing for another second, she was wrong. It was rough, scratchy, and she wondered when the last time it had been washed was. Of course, she wouldn’t admit any of that to her friends, not when Rarity had made such a stink as to have gotten out of it. She wasn’t about to be thought of as bad as Rarity. She stretched a bit as the jumpsuit fell off of her. Worse part about the darned thing was how it constricted her wings. Twilight might be okay with pulling them in for ‘protection’, but it had driven her absolutely nuts. “Now, let’s get to munching.” With a pop, Rainbow undid the jar, letting the sour smell of pickle juice run itself into the air. Instead of flinch at it though, the subtle, tender hands on her shoulders helped her relax. Sure, it would be nice to have something sweet to eat, but at least she got to have something, especially after most of them had missed dinner for more ‘spectral preparation’ lessons. She took a bite of the first, groaning a bit from the taste. It was a lot better, especially for how long it had been left in the refrigerator from whenever they’d last eaten here. Her tongue ran over the piece in her mouth savoring the flavor before finally swallowing. For the next two pickles, she did just the same. She would suck on the long, hard rod, enjoying the taste before she finally bit down, letting the juices come in for her to savor. Each bite tasted all the better though, sending waves of what almost felt like pleasure down her body. It made her take longer and longer to eat the pickles, all while the spirit beside her continued to whisper, beckoning her to enjoy them. And, with the fourth, she didn’t bother to bite. Why would she? It was warm and tasted like the best pickle that she’d ever had. Long, hard, and quite wide. In fact, she even had to stretch her mouth open to beckon it in, her tongue coiling around the hard pickle in order to taste even more. Her head slowly began to rock back and forth, pushing the massive, warm pickle deeper into her throat. It was almost too big for her to suck and lick, but whenever she began to get too worried, it felt almost like it shrank a little, just so it wouldn’t hurt her. It was a good pickle like that. She pushed herself down deeper this time, moaning blissfully as the pickle pushed itself down her throat. Her hands had stopped trying to hold the pickle, something that was odd, but very useful when one’s body felt like it was on fire. Rainbow’s bra came away first, being ripped from her body to let her erect nipples to be kissed by the cool air. Her hands gently rubbed at them, coaxing them to stoke the fires within her, even though it was completely unnecessary. It felt good to grip her modest chest though, but her nipples were the only thing large enough for her to get a good grasp on. And a tweak of them could usually get her panties damp. Or, in the case of tonight, drenched. When she felt a small rivulet of water fall down the side of her leg, she reached down. She could tell that she was almost at the base of the pickle now, her head frantically bobbing up and down along the long, hard vegetable. It still tasted like ambrosia, and it definitely made her feel like she was eating it. Her fingers reached the white cotton that covered her nethers, but something beat her. Fingers, tendrils, something that was outside of her. They caressed her thighs as her panties were pulled away, a loud, wet sound going through the air as they were peeled away. And oh, how they touched her folds! Gentle little circles around her moist lips, teasing them just to the edge of ecstasy .She suspected that they were waiting for something, but she couldn’t quite tell what, as then she would have tried to make it happen immediately. Fortunately, the spirit knew he had many to play with tonight, and so pulled her all the down to his base, his ‘pickle’ twitching and trembling as her throat closed around it and began to try to milk his shaft. Not that he didn’t wish to comply, his cum spraying directly into her stomach, a torrent almost as great as that which covered the floor from the mare’s own arousal being peaked. And then, cum around her lips, in a pool of her own ecstasy, Rainbow was not left alone As he had a hundred times, but for the first in so long, the spirit slipped his hands behind Rainbow, letting his magic turn her to what he was, and then taking her to one of the many extra rooms. It was already prepared, as Celestia’s tip had left him more than enough time to work on this, and he slipped the mare under the sheets. With a set of towels also waiting, she was quickly cleaned up. She would not have to face the arousal like that of a left alone whore, but one who merely got a trick on this night of treats. Just like Celestia had wanted. Something to make the night more interesting than it would have been for these six if not for him. Just like Bartholomew had done a hundred times for the princesses before, and a duty he was all too happy to be returning to. HonestyAuthor's Note With a suprising lack of Applejack. Sorry for the fact that this didn't come out sooner. It got lost in the hustle of me early November, and I didn't realize that I never posted the rest of the story. Therefore, have the rest now! Honesty Boom! All five of the mares in the foyer leapt at the sound of the old organ sounding off through the castle. All eyes immediately went to Pinkie, who just held her hands up to show that she did nothing, before they turned towards the upper right hallway. Another loud chord dropped from the old instrument as a light flickered to life over there. Applejack blinked a few times before placing a hand on Twilight’s shoulder. “Alright, sugarcube, you might just be onto something.” Twilight glanced back to her friends, smaller notes dancing in her ears as the pianist kept playing. She had been somewhat hopeful that they’d been right to be honest Not that she didn’t feel prepared or anything, but the supernatural was still something she wasn’t used to. Her eyes then narrowed as she scowled. “Where is Rainbow Dash?” Pinkie glanced to her side, an ear twitching before she giggled. “Well, Twilight, I saw her flying towards the kitchen earlier. Maybe she’s still there? Should I go see?” “No!” Twilight stopped as she took a step forward, a slight blush coming to her cheeks as she realized how loud she’d been. She swallowed hard, recomposing herself as she looked down. “I mean, we do need to find her, but…” Rarity stepped forward at her hesitation, still not convinced that this wasn’t a prank. In fact, Celestia would have been more than powerful enough to use her magic to light the candle while she played. Or, for that matter, her and Luna. “Why don’t you show me the spell, and then I can go with Pinkie.” Twilight blinked a few times before nodding. She had hoped for Rarity to help keep the spirit still while she cast the spell, but she bet that the enchantments on Applejack’s clothes and Fluttershy’s stare would be enough. Besides, if anypony could get others out of a pinch, it was usually Pinkie. “Alright, but I’ll need a target.” Pinkie gasped as she clapped her hands. “Ooh, ooh, shoot it at me, at me!” The other four mares looked at her before Twilight simply shook her head. Maybe Pinkie wouldn’t be so helpful. She looked at the ceiling and shut her eyes. If she focused and used a smaller version of it, it wouldn’t hit anything, and would be better for the tight spaces that Rarity would likely face him in. A distorted, crooked beam of energy blasted out of Twilight’s horn, writhing and wiggling in the air while a bolt of lightning arced along it. The other mares stepped back as flashes of light came out of it… except for Pinkie, who was laughing on the floor. Yep. She wouldn’t be of any help tonight. Luckily for Twilight’s growing migraine, the spell was mostly an alteration of a basic combat spell that even Rarity knew, sne she soon sent out her own white beam. It crackled in the air, moving much more rhythmically then Twilight’s, a show of Rarity’s control. That didn’t mean it wasn’t close to Twilight’s, mostly so she could get a good comparison of techniques. Twilight didn’t see it this way, and shut hers off as she leapt away from Rarity. “What are you doing? Do you want them to cross or something?” Rarity blinked a few times as the spell fizzled out and she gripped her horn. “Sorry! Wh-what could have happened?” Twilight blinked a few times, hesitating as she tried to come up with something that could have happened and coming up with nothing. She then looked away, stammering out, “Y-you don’t want to know. Just make sure it doesn’t happen when you regroup with us. I’ll even give you thirty minutes to come back. Understood?” Rarity swallowed hard, images of the most horrifying variety going through her mind as she considered what she’d almost done. She slowly nodded as Pinkie shouted, “Understood, mon capitan!” ======+++++====== Rarity rolled into the room as Pinkie opened the door, her horn ready to cast the spell as she came in. “Rainbow Dash!” A quick glance at the room showed nothing but a jar of pickles on the counter, and definitely no Rainbow Dash. Rarity scowled at the dead end as Pinkie bounced into the room. As she had considered multiple times before, watching her pink friend brought to mind the question of which of her friends wore bras, especially as Pinkie’s large bosom could actually be seen bouncing in the stupidly giant jumpsuits they were in. Rarity then shook her head, shaking out the stupid thought as she stood up. She had a measuring appointment with Pinkie on Tuesday, so she could take care of that question then. For now, she needed to find out what had happened. Now if only she’d had some stylish getup to get into for her investigation. Pinkie hopped up onto the counter, her legs swinging off of it as she hummed. She seemed not to have a care in the world, but her words brought a lot more care to Rarity. “We won’t find her here. She’s already been taken away by Bart.” Rarity stopped, staring at Pinkie as she considered the words. The thought of dismissing the words were immediately taken out of her head as most of the time when somepony did that, they missed out on something quite important. Still, if she were to be believed… “Who’s Bart?” Pinkie smiled wider, leaning forward as her eyes zeroed in on Rarity “Well, to be honest, he likes Bartholomew more, but that’s such a mouthful! Besides, I can yell for him better with Bart, like a master should to her butler. Isn’t that right, Bart? Exactly.” Rarity paled. She didn’t know if she hoped her friend had finally gone mad, or if she was being honest. If she was, the ghost was in here. If she was insane, life would probably go on fairly unchanged. “And, what did Bartholomew do with Rainbow Dash?” Pinkie leaned back, but her breasts stayed surprisingly taught. In fact, Rarity could see something coiling around them, pulling on them as Pinkie hanged in the air. “Well, first he treated her to his royal duty, just as he had been instructed to, and then sent her to bed when she fell asleep, just like a good butler or lover.” The fashion mare blinked a few times, unable to take her eyes off the fact that Pinkie was definitely being groped by something. The thought of the ghost turning its sights to her only was in her mind for second before she sprinted towards the door. It was as she turned the handle that Pinkie yelled, “Wait!” Rarity turned back to her friend, who was now upright and without the impressions upon her chest. Pinkie looked… sad actually. The pink mare frowned a bit more before beckoning Rarity back. “Please, Bart has been here since we first walked in, and even was the one who taught me to play the organ so I wouldn’t hurt anypony. He is out to please, even if the nature of his spirit was warped to be… sexual too. In fact, if you would rather he not, then he will keep his hands off of both of us.” Rarity frowned as her brow furrowed. Spirits weren’t supposed to be so kind, but… She suddenly began chuckling as she shook her head. “So, when Twilight said that he could beat both of the princesses, she meant in a whole other meaning, didn’t she?” Pinkie nodded, her smile coming back. “Yep! And when he wasn’t warming their sheets, he was teaching them. He says it helped being older than Discord so that he could watch over them and teach them how to sew and cook. In fact, check yourself out!” Rarity glanced down, her eyes widening as she what had been done to her outfit. It wasn’t perfect by any means, but it had used about five dozen pins to hem in and stylize her jumpsuit so that it hugged her curves and didn’t look only terrible. Now it was only about half terrible. She glanced over her shoulder, checking her maneuverability and how complete the work was. She hadn’t even noticed him doing this, even when she ran, and they hadn’t been here for too long, so he’d either done it on the way, or Bart was simply that fast. “Wow. Why would Celestia send us to expel him then?” Pinkie raised an eyebrow, and that was all Rarity needed to shake her head. Of course that wasn’t the objective. “Why not just tell us to accept him then?” Pinkie raised her eyebrow higher, before smirking. “In fact, he was supposed to give us sexy surprises, but Celestia knows about your time in Canterlot as you swung through her elites,” she paused, letting Rarity pale at the news, “and my normal attitude about underwear and the what not, so if it meant helping with getting the others alone, we could be left alone.” Rarity nodded before she sat beside Pinkie, her head in her hands. She couldn’t imagine what the princess may think of her now, nor did she think she wanted ‘props’ for it either from the ruling class. Just like with Pinkie, pegging Celestia wasn’t the easiest. Once she had gotten her composure back though, she turned to her friend. “So, what now?” Pinkie rubbed her chin. “Well, Bart could fuck us into-” “No… or at least,” Rarity said as she blushed, “not tonight. Not in the mood and what not.” “But then I can’t!” “I don’t care!” Bartholomew glanced between the two of them, a smile growing on his lips as he nodded to himself and turned away. His work here was done, and Rarity wasn’t interested, so he could go take care of the rest of his plan. About five minutes later, the ghost would need to kick himself as Rarity yelled, “Fine! You’re right, I want to know what it’s like.” Pinkie grinned wide at the news, before a glance behind her dropped it right off her face and her hair deflated a little. “I guess we ran out of time.” Rarity’s eye twitched before she summoned a pillow made of magic to scream her frustrations into. The only thought now in her mind being why she had to live in such a screwy world. PatienceFluttershy’s ears twitched as she thought she heard something. She tilted her head, trying to listen closer, when she heard it. It was the meowing of a kitty somewhere in the castle. It shouldn’t be here though, especially while a dangerous ghost was haunting it. What if it ate little critters like it? Twilight glanced up as Fluttershy began to walk away from the now small group that was left. She frowned and snapped to get her friend’s attention. “Fluttershy, where are you going? We can’t leave until Rarity and Pinkie get back.” Fluttershy stopped, thinking for a few moments. Twilight wouldn’t let her go just to see about a kitten. She would need something that she couldn’t turn down, just so she could quickly see about the little one. “Umm, well, I need to use the, um, r-restroom. Is that alright?” Twilight opened her mouth, but a glance at Applejack’s raised brow made her stop. The music from the organ was still playing, so they could still assume that the ghost was well below them, instead of creeping in the halls. Besides, it was a little silly to stop something like that. “Alright, go, but please be back soon.” Fluttershy wordlessly nodded, the meowing still in her ears as she turned. She half flew through the cramped hallways, using her wings to help propel her forward. She didn’t want to make Twilight worry after all, so she needed to be as fast as possible. When she turned the corner though, her blood froze. The kitten, which turned out to be a tigercat from the Everfree, was on its back, attacking at something she couldn’t see. She could see where the thing did indent the fur, betraying its invisibility. For a moment, she considered screaming, but she also had to assume that the ghost hadn’t seen her. Otherwise, it wouldn’t need… Her thoughts stopped as the indents moved to behind the creature’s head and made sure that it saw her. The tigercat’s smile widened, before it scampered over. Fluttershy slowly bent her knees, holding her arms out for the little guy. A quick sniff made sure that the kitten knew who she was, before she turned to run. She needed to tell Twilight about this anyways. She could come and get rid of the ghost. The wind blew behind her as she turned away, sounding almost like a sigh. She turned back towards the small intersection that she had been about to leave, the kitten squirming playfully in her arms. The little beast made her think about what she knew about the ghost. It had supposedly been strong enough to best Luna and Celestia, but now… She put the tigercat back down, beginning to calmly pet it while she sat. The kitten jumped into her lap, forcing her to cross her legs so as to accommodate for him. The indents quickly came back, flattening parts of his fur as the ghost began to pet the beast again. She smiled at the gesture, enjoying the slight bites the kitten tried giving the ghost. And then it flicked the zipper on the back of her suit. Fluttershy froze in an instant, but the ghost did nothing else. It didn’t touch her, didn’t begin to lower it, just left her be. Or, at least, he did so for about a minute before she could hear the zipper undo the first set of teeth. She didn’t freeze up like before, but instead tried to look behind her. It paused for another moment as she slowly breathed in, before the zipper started to gradually descend. It never slowed, but never picked up, except for the one time she told it to stop, which it did on a dime. When she was silent though, it continued again, until the zipper was all the way down to her hips. She shuddered as its hands glided over her shoulders, applying the slightest pressure to them. She could feel something rush through her with the touch, and considered yelling. But, when she tried to move, Fluttershy found she could, though it would disturb the kitten who was settling down in between her legs. No, she stayed where she was, nervous, but not afraid. As far as she could tell, the ghost had no intention of truly harming her, or the kitten, so screaming would only be rude to her little pet, and to the ghost who helped her find the beast. Still, as its hands moved over her collarbone, heading to only one place on her, her breathing did get very warm. “Stop!” Fluttershy was shaking at this point. The spirit’s hands were only centimeters from her chest, one finger of each hand even touching her bosom. They had sent another wave of something through her though, and this time she could place it a bit more. There was a fire inside of her now, wanting his hands on her. Wanting whatever the spirit had in mind. She was quiet for what felt like an eternity before the hands moved again. It wasn’t in the direction she had expected though, as they began to move away now. She bit into her lip, suspecting he wouldn’t be coming back if she didn’t speak up. If she didn’t give him permission. “D-Do as you w-want.” Fluttershy couldn’t believe she said it, and wished she hadn’t the second it had escaped her mouth. Was she insane? This was still some spirit that was putting some sort of magic into her, so why would she let her do- “Oooh.” The moan slipped out as the spirit’s hands slipped into her bra. She could think of less than a handful of ponies who had even seen her in a bra, and only one who had ever touched what lay beneath, and that was on a very drunken night. And yet, just like on that drunken night with Rarity, it felt amazing. How the foreign hands caressed, cupped, teased, it all stoked that fire better than she ever could. Bartholomew smiled as he saw the bright blush on her cheeks and heard those delightful moans. He had been spot on about her breasts being sensitive, though his own magic probably helped. Still, if he were to get off before she passed out, he would need to act quickly. Fluttershy had just been about to close her eyes as the spirit made his move. She still had her bra on, even if her nipples were now being kissed by the air, when a long, throbbing thing came underneath the bra and shoved itself inbetween her large, soft tits. She stared at it. The spirit’s hands were by no mean done with her, as they helped move her tits, make them grind against the throbbing, and surprisingly warm, cock between her tits. Her head felt light as she watched the scene, her body shaking from it all. It wasn’t fear though as her tongue stuck out, but the pleasure of it all. Fluttershy leaned down, her hands on her breasts as she breathed against the spirit. He wasn’t big enough to slide past her chest, but she didn’t mind. She couldn’t have actually touched it anyways. But, helping herself as she got closer to her climax by moving her chest… yeah, sh-she could that. She weakly let her fingers sink into her flesh, shaking from the pleasure at this point. If it were any of the other mares, it wouldn’t be at all enough, but she had never tried things like this, and rarely was exposed to the sort of stimuli that might bring her to do it to herself. So, feeling a stallion throbbing against her,her breasts being ravaged by hands, and her nipples being grinded being pinched and rubbed was simply too much. She felt him shake as she got closer to her own climax. She wanted to reach down, to help herself, but the tigercat was sleeping. She couldn’t wake him, not at this point, even with how desperate she was. Fluttershy tried to look to her spectral lover, begging for him. And Bartholomew brought her nipples between his thumbs and index fingers, held his hips back, before pulling and thrusting at once. Fluttershy’s eyes became the size of dinner plates as she felt the spirit’s balls against her bosom, his hot, thick ectoplasm painting her chest. It was beyond naughty, especially as she screamed into her climax. As Fluttershy fell back, she was caught by a second spirit. Bartholomew could hear stomping and yelling from down the hall and bit into his lip. He then pet the giant tiger cat spirit that was underneath the unconscious mare. “Aava, I know you’ve been good so far, but do you think you can take her to one of the guest rooms?” He didn’t need to say another word before Aava took off, the large white cat making Fluttershy ethereal as he ran. Bartholomew followed suit, smiling as he heard only one set of hooves and a dastardly plan formed in his mind for a mare other than the one coming. Surprise!An earth shaking boom came from the organ as Applejack ran down the hall, trying to get to Fluttershy before it was too late. She’d been gone for too long as it had been, so to hear her scream had been the last straw. Unfortunately, Applejack had been at a dead sprint at the time, and a hole appearing in front of her wasn’t exactly able to be avoided due to this. She tried to reach out for one of the edges as her stomach lurched, but it was far too late. Instead, she simply fell, her ass feeling like it might break as it hit the curved chute. When she came out though, she definitely broke something. Not because it snapped, or she was in any sort of exquisite pain, but instead because of the sound of porcelain shattering. When she opened her eyes, she found herself staring at Luna, who herself was blinking, more than confused. The princess didn’t look ready for a ghost hunt though, but instead was in only a large, lacy bra, and matching, tiny underwear. The two mares stared at each other, before Luna began to laugh. Applejack blinked, the fact that she was upside down only now coming to her as she moved and fell onto her back. She still wasn’t sure what was going on, but at least she had found and amused a princess? She looked at Luna, raised an eyebrow, and said with an ice cold tone, “This is a prank, isn’t it?” Luna grinned, unaware of the doom in her subjects voice. ======+++++====== Twilight stomped her hooves into the ground as she appeared in the room with the organ. She had seen Applejack get taken away by the trap, just like the rest had probably been, and wasn’t going to allow this to go on for another moment. She cleared her throat, her wings spreading out as she shouted, “Ghost, prepare to be busted!” The figure at the piano, covered in a heavy cloak, simply chuckled as they gestured to something. Twilight’s eyes glowed in response and saw… a person? In fact, they looked like they were possibly even from Canterlot High. Or, more correctly, one of the teachers. But the spirit didn’t move. The pianist gestured again to the spirit, but once more, he didn’t move. Twilight glanced behind herself, but there was still nothing, which made no sense. If this were the spirit and its wrangler, why did they not make a move? The pony at the organ, obviously putting on a fake, gruff voice, yelled at the spirit, “You know your orders, so why do you-” The spirit moved, one of his hands flicking upwards. Instead of sending Twilight up, ripping her clothes off, and using them to tie her up like he was ordered, Bartholomew instead did it to the one commanding him. Which made every gear in Twilight’s head stop cold as Celestia hit the ground, her cloak no longer hiding the underwear she wore; almost identical to Luna’s, except that hers was yellow instead of black. Celestia looked up, her mouth gagged as she blinked at her student. In all honesty, this was not how she expected this night to go. Like, at all. ”Hello there, Miss Sparkle. It’s a pleasure to meet the new princess, even under such odd circumstances.” Twilight looked back at the piano, pushing the fact that Celestia was there out of her mind. The spirit was using the organ to speak now, still standing like a royal as he calmly stared at Twilight. She bit into her lip, wanting to blast him, just to be careful, but he could also provide some answers. “Who are you?” ”My name is Bartholomew. In my life, I was a friend of the princesses, having shown them the mirror you know all too well before Discord showed up. When your lord of chaos did come, his magic was a touch too much for me. However, despite me trying to get home before it took me, I was left here.” “However, instead of disappearing, I appeared as a spirit, and thus was able to continue serving the two brats who set you up tonight in all things they might need, including, or especially, sexual needs.” Twilight blinked a few times before she looked at Celestia and screamed, “What?” Celestia simply tried to smile as best as she could while Bartholomew continued, though now she was sweating from what could be revealed about her. Or, worse, what could be done. ”Celestia says that you’re always taking things too seriously, and, that you and your friends are usually alone. So, instead of merely showing me to you and letting a normal switch of service be done, I was charged to haunt, and fuck, your friends, of which I have done so to two of them. Not unwillingly of course, as at best it was done under slight hypnosis, and they’re both quite happily resting. Twilight frowned. If she were honest, after years of being Celestia’s student, and now a princess herself, she knew that her mentor could be a touch weird in how she gave ‘rewards’, but this seemed too far. “So you took Fluttershy’s virginity and kidnapped Rainbow Dash?” ”Hardly. I consider myself a gentleman after all. Admittedly, when your rainbow haired friend stripped down, I did lose myself for a bit and made her suck off a ‘pickle’, but I would never simply take a mare’s virginity. Some care and trust should be there first. Instead, I simply got to enjoy her chest as she enjoyed my hands. Nothing more.” Twilight tilted her head. She could see Rainbow Dash doing it, but Fluttershy? “And let me guess, you put her under hypnosis too.” The spirit chuckled as it shook his head. ”No. You simply should have invested in a watch sometime, as ten minutes was more than enough to gain her trust, especially with my aura.” Twilight couldn’t help but blush at the accusation, as he was completely right. In fact, more than that, she didn’t know how long she’d been waiting for Rarity and Pinkie before they came back. Though, what could have… She smacked herself as she remembered how Pinkie was. “You were in front of Pinkie when she said I should shoot her, weren’t you?” He nodded, a smile on his face at this point. “And you explained everything through her to Rarity, didn’t you?” ”Yep. And showed off to Pinkie that the spell Celestia taught you is as good as a kazoo. Doesn’t even actually damage things.” Twilight hung her head in defeat, realizing how complete her mentor’s Nightmare Night trick had been. She then looked at Celestia, a fire in her eyes. She had been mislead, ill equipped, and been made to trick her friends, some of which got pleasantly molested apparently. Not that that was an excuse. She curled her fingers into a fist as her horn began to flicker. Celestia’s eyes widened as she saw what her student was preparing, before she shut them tight. She deserved it, but she wasn’t going to watch. Bartholomew let his smile come back as Twilight’s hand uncurled. Despite having gone against his princesses’ orders, he still wasn’t going to let her be hurt. His whole hope this night had been to avoid anypony being hurt. A fact that Celestia was quite thankful for as Twilight’s magic cut through her bindings. The princess blushed brightly as she slowly got up, her body already stiff from the tight bindings. “Look, I’m really sorry, Twilight, but you’re always so seriou-” Twilight held a hand up, her other hand pinching the bridge of her nose. “We can talk about this when I don’t have a headache. Just… what did you do to Applejack?” Celestia paused, before she turned to Bartholomew. “Umm, actually, you hit the keys for that one. Where is she?” ”Check on Luna.” Celestia and Twilight looked at each other, before Celestia’s horn glowed. A screen popped up in front of her, static filling it at first. “She was watching all of you, making sure we knew what was going on. She was also just trying to enjoy her peace-” “Oh sweet Harmony, make me your bitch!” “Tell me you’re sorry again, you lunar whore!” All three of them stared at the screen, staring at Applejack as she continued to spank and violently finger Luna. Twilight glanced at Celestia’s chest, realizing what she was looking at before she turned back to Luna. She blinked one more time, before falling over. Celestia closed the screen, standing back up as Bartholomew moved back to the piano. ”Whoops.” Celestia nodded in agreement, before teleporting as fast as she could. She was used to being the dom for Luna, and really didn’t want to be overpowered by Applejack when she got out. She’d had her treats for the night already, and didn’t want a trick played back on her. As for Barthlomew, he helped Twilight to bed before laying down himself. The night had been… interesting, and, while not the result he had hoped for, he suspected this wouldn’t be the last time that Applejack and Luna would see each other, meaning his goal was still met for his lonely, lunar princess. Besides, it made him happy to know that his old charges, and his new ones, were able to get along so well. 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Entering the CastleTwilight bit into her lip, the brown jumpsuit she wore loose along her body. It was just an old janitor’s outfit, enchanted with her own brand of anti-spectral spells so as to make it proper armor for the threat that she would face soon. Of course, to describe the threat and the need for this was another matter entirely. As for her five friends, who were staring at her, there was a much more important topic on their minds. Or, at least, one of them. Rarity stepped forward, her fingers pinching the rough, brown fabric that Twilight wore. “Umm, Twilight darling, mind telling me why you chose to wear such garish clothes today? I mean, it’s much more fitting for things that may be… disgusting, but surely that’s not why you chose to wear this, right?” Twilight shook her head, much to Rarity’s disappointment, before deciding that to stall any further would be of no use. “I’m sorry, Rarity, but what I wear is crucial to what we have been assigned by the princess, and I do expect you to wear this as well. The copious amount of fabric allows for greater, and more numerous, enchantments.” Applejack was the next to come up, placing a hand on Twilight’s shoulder as she gave her a concerned smile. “Now, Sugarcube, I know you’re worried for our safety, but we’ve fought dragons in our work clothes. Why would we need some… fancy duds to do this?” Twilight turned away, taking a deep breath as she looked out the window. In all honesty, she couldn’t believe the assignment herself, but she couldn’t deny how concerned Celestia had acted. Anything that worried the princess to that degree worried her too. She looked over her shoulder and stated, “We are to exterminate the ghost in The Castle of the Twin Sisters.” All five of the mares looked at her before Rainbow fell over with laughter, Rarity and Fluttershy snickered, Applejack just backed away, confused, and Pinkie jumped forward. She had her hands on Twilight’s shoulder before the alicorn could react with anything more than a scowl. “I’ve never made a ghastly friend before!” Twilight’s scowl deepened as she shook Pinkie’s arms off. “We are not going to befriend it! Princess Celestia herself said that this spirit, Bartholomew from what she told me, was so powerful a thousand years ago that it could not only make her and Luna feel week, but that it often left them covered in goo and defeated every night! With all of this time having passed, there is no telling how powerful it could be!” Applejack beat into her cheek before stepping forward. “Umm, you do realize that tonight is Nightmare Night, and, knowing our esteemed princess… she could just be pulling your leg.” Twilight’s wings spread out as her cheeks flushed with anger. “How dare you! Celestia would never treat such a major threat like this. In fact, the only reason she didn’t inform us of this before is because she thought he’d left. Now, if all of you will realize that this is indeed your duty, we must be going.” Twilight turned around, adding one last note as the other mares’ uniforms came out. “Now, put these on and stay with me. We can’t let it catch us off guard, so rule number one is to stay together!” (About a minute after they get into the castle) Rainbow Dash slid into the kitchen, licking her lips as she pulled a lighter out of her pocket. That was possibly the one good thing about the stupid suits Twilight had made for them: lots of pockets. Of course, they all had a lighter, as the ‘creature’ only came out at night. The pegasus rolled her eyes as she lit the lamp in the room, overpowering the last rays of the sunset outside with the candlelight. The whole thing was completely absurd, and that’s why she planned to just stick in the kitchen, eating a relaxing until whatever the princess was planning. Of which, the first step began as a set of eyes watched her bending into the refrigerator. Toned, athletic, with an ass that Celestia would kill for. Of course, what she made up for in her tight rump, she lacked in her rather modest chest. Not that the specter minded. It reminded him of Luna even. The spirit moved forward, his magic making a jar of pickles shake a bit as he came closer to Rainbow. The mare looked over at it, her lips pursing as she considered it. There wasn’t much in the refrigerator to be tempted by though, and pickles were as good as anything. Once Rainbow had the jar out, she reached back, her slender fingers catching the zipper. If Twilight thought that she would wear this stupid thing for another second, she was wrong. It was rough, scratchy, and she wondered when the last time it had been washed was. Of course, she wouldn’t admit any of that to her friends, not when Rarity had made such a stink as to have gotten out of it. She wasn’t about to be thought of as bad as Rarity. She stretched a bit as the jumpsuit fell off of her. Worse part about the darned thing was how it constricted her wings. Twilight might be okay with pulling them in for ‘protection’, but it had driven her absolutely nuts. “Now, let’s get to munching.” With a pop, Rainbow undid the jar, letting the sour smell of pickle juice run itself into the air. Instead of flinch at it though, the subtle, tender hands on her shoulders helped her relax. Sure, it would be nice to have something sweet to eat, but at least she got to have something, especially after most of them had missed dinner for more ‘spectral preparation’ lessons. She took a bite of the first, groaning a bit from the taste. It was a lot better, especially for how long it had been left in the refrigerator from whenever they’d last eaten here. Her tongue ran over the piece in her mouth savoring the flavor before finally swallowing. For the next two pickles, she did just the same. She would suck on the long, hard rod, enjoying the taste before she finally bit down, letting the juices come in for her to savor. Each bite tasted all the better though, sending waves of what almost felt like pleasure down her body. It made her take longer and longer to eat the pickles, all while the spirit beside her continued to whisper, beckoning her to enjoy them. And, with the fourth, she didn’t bother to bite. Why would she? It was warm and tasted like the best pickle that she’d ever had. Long, hard, and quite wide. In fact, she even had to stretch her mouth open to beckon it in, her tongue coiling around the hard pickle in order to taste even more. Her head slowly began to rock back and forth, pushing the massive, warm pickle deeper into her throat. It was almost too big for her to suck and lick, but whenever she began to get too worried, it felt almost like it shrank a little, just so it wouldn’t hurt her. It was a good pickle like that. She pushed herself down deeper this time, moaning blissfully as the pickle pushed itself down her throat. Her hands had stopped trying to hold the pickle, something that was odd, but very useful when one’s body felt like it was on fire. Rainbow’s bra came away first, being ripped from her body to let her erect nipples to be kissed by the cool air. Her hands gently rubbed at them, coaxing them to stoke the fires within her, even though it was completely unnecessary. It felt good to grip her modest chest though, but her nipples were the only thing large enough for her to get a good grasp on. And a tweak of them could usually get her panties damp. Or, in the case of tonight, drenched. When she felt a small rivulet of water fall down the side of her leg, she reached down. She could tell that she was almost at the base of the pickle now, her head frantically bobbing up and down along the long, hard vegetable. It still tasted like ambrosia, and it definitely made her feel like she was eating it. Her fingers reached the white cotton that covered her nethers, but something beat her. Fingers, tendrils, something that was outside of her. They caressed her thighs as her panties were pulled away, a loud, wet sound going through the air as they were peeled away. And oh, how they touched her folds! Gentle little circles around her moist lips, teasing them just to the edge of ecstasy .She suspected that they were waiting for something, but she couldn’t quite tell what, as then she would have tried to make it happen immediately. Fortunately, the spirit knew he had many to play with tonight, and so pulled her all the down to his base, his ‘pickle’ twitching and trembling as her throat closed around it and began to try to milk his shaft. Not that he didn’t wish to comply, his cum spraying directly into her stomach, a torrent almost as great as that which covered the floor from the mare’s own arousal being peaked. And then, cum around her lips, in a pool of her own ecstasy, Rainbow was not left alone As he had a hundred times, but for the first in so long, the spirit slipped his hands behind Rainbow, letting his magic turn her to what he was, and then taking her to one of the many extra rooms. It was already prepared, as Celestia’s tip had left him more than enough time to work on this, and he slipped the mare under the sheets. With a set of towels also waiting, she was quickly cleaned up. She would not have to face the arousal like that of a left alone whore, but one who merely got a trick on this night of treats. Just like Celestia had wanted. Something to make the night more interesting than it would have been for these six if not for him. Just like Bartholomew had done a hundred times for the princesses before, and a duty he was all too happy to be returning to.
HonestyAuthor's Note With a suprising lack of Applejack. Sorry for the fact that this didn't come out sooner. It got lost in the hustle of me early November, and I didn't realize that I never posted the rest of the story. Therefore, have the rest now! Honesty Boom! All five of the mares in the foyer leapt at the sound of the old organ sounding off through the castle. All eyes immediately went to Pinkie, who just held her hands up to show that she did nothing, before they turned towards the upper right hallway. Another loud chord dropped from the old instrument as a light flickered to life over there. Applejack blinked a few times before placing a hand on Twilight’s shoulder. “Alright, sugarcube, you might just be onto something.” Twilight glanced back to her friends, smaller notes dancing in her ears as the pianist kept playing. She had been somewhat hopeful that they’d been right to be honest Not that she didn’t feel prepared or anything, but the supernatural was still something she wasn’t used to. Her eyes then narrowed as she scowled. “Where is Rainbow Dash?” Pinkie glanced to her side, an ear twitching before she giggled. “Well, Twilight, I saw her flying towards the kitchen earlier. Maybe she’s still there? Should I go see?” “No!” Twilight stopped as she took a step forward, a slight blush coming to her cheeks as she realized how loud she’d been. She swallowed hard, recomposing herself as she looked down. “I mean, we do need to find her, but…” Rarity stepped forward at her hesitation, still not convinced that this wasn’t a prank. In fact, Celestia would have been more than powerful enough to use her magic to light the candle while she played. Or, for that matter, her and Luna. “Why don’t you show me the spell, and then I can go with Pinkie.” Twilight blinked a few times before nodding. She had hoped for Rarity to help keep the spirit still while she cast the spell, but she bet that the enchantments on Applejack’s clothes and Fluttershy’s stare would be enough. Besides, if anypony could get others out of a pinch, it was usually Pinkie. “Alright, but I’ll need a target.” Pinkie gasped as she clapped her hands. “Ooh, ooh, shoot it at me, at me!” The other four mares looked at her before Twilight simply shook her head. Maybe Pinkie wouldn’t be so helpful. She looked at the ceiling and shut her eyes. If she focused and used a smaller version of it, it wouldn’t hit anything, and would be better for the tight spaces that Rarity would likely face him in. A distorted, crooked beam of energy blasted out of Twilight’s horn, writhing and wiggling in the air while a bolt of lightning arced along it. The other mares stepped back as flashes of light came out of it… except for Pinkie, who was laughing on the floor. Yep. She wouldn’t be of any help tonight. Luckily for Twilight’s growing migraine, the spell was mostly an alteration of a basic combat spell that even Rarity knew, sne she soon sent out her own white beam. It crackled in the air, moving much more rhythmically then Twilight’s, a show of Rarity’s control. That didn’t mean it wasn’t close to Twilight’s, mostly so she could get a good comparison of techniques. Twilight didn’t see it this way, and shut hers off as she leapt away from Rarity. “What are you doing? Do you want them to cross or something?” Rarity blinked a few times as the spell fizzled out and she gripped her horn. “Sorry! Wh-what could have happened?” Twilight blinked a few times, hesitating as she tried to come up with something that could have happened and coming up with nothing. She then looked away, stammering out, “Y-you don’t want to know. Just make sure it doesn’t happen when you regroup with us. I’ll even give you thirty minutes to come back. Understood?” Rarity swallowed hard, images of the most horrifying variety going through her mind as she considered what she’d almost done. She slowly nodded as Pinkie shouted, “Understood, mon capitan!” ======+++++====== Rarity rolled into the room as Pinkie opened the door, her horn ready to cast the spell as she came in. “Rainbow Dash!” A quick glance at the room showed nothing but a jar of pickles on the counter, and definitely no Rainbow Dash. Rarity scowled at the dead end as Pinkie bounced into the room. As she had considered multiple times before, watching her pink friend brought to mind the question of which of her friends wore bras, especially as Pinkie’s large bosom could actually be seen bouncing in the stupidly giant jumpsuits they were in. Rarity then shook her head, shaking out the stupid thought as she stood up. She had a measuring appointment with Pinkie on Tuesday, so she could take care of that question then. For now, she needed to find out what had happened. Now if only she’d had some stylish getup to get into for her investigation. Pinkie hopped up onto the counter, her legs swinging off of it as she hummed. She seemed not to have a care in the world, but her words brought a lot more care to Rarity. “We won’t find her here. She’s already been taken away by Bart.” Rarity stopped, staring at Pinkie as she considered the words. The thought of dismissing the words were immediately taken out of her head as most of the time when somepony did that, they missed out on something quite important. Still, if she were to be believed… “Who’s Bart?” Pinkie smiled wider, leaning forward as her eyes zeroed in on Rarity “Well, to be honest, he likes Bartholomew more, but that’s such a mouthful! Besides, I can yell for him better with Bart, like a master should to her butler. Isn’t that right, Bart? Exactly.” Rarity paled. She didn’t know if she hoped her friend had finally gone mad, or if she was being honest. If she was, the ghost was in here. If she was insane, life would probably go on fairly unchanged. “And, what did Bartholomew do with Rainbow Dash?” Pinkie leaned back, but her breasts stayed surprisingly taught. In fact, Rarity could see something coiling around them, pulling on them as Pinkie hanged in the air. “Well, first he treated her to his royal duty, just as he had been instructed to, and then sent her to bed when she fell asleep, just like a good butler or lover.” The fashion mare blinked a few times, unable to take her eyes off the fact that Pinkie was definitely being groped by something. The thought of the ghost turning its sights to her only was in her mind for second before she sprinted towards the door. It was as she turned the handle that Pinkie yelled, “Wait!” Rarity turned back to her friend, who was now upright and without the impressions upon her chest. Pinkie looked… sad actually. The pink mare frowned a bit more before beckoning Rarity back. “Please, Bart has been here since we first walked in, and even was the one who taught me to play the organ so I wouldn’t hurt anypony. He is out to please, even if the nature of his spirit was warped to be… sexual too. In fact, if you would rather he not, then he will keep his hands off of both of us.” Rarity frowned as her brow furrowed. Spirits weren’t supposed to be so kind, but… She suddenly began chuckling as she shook her head. “So, when Twilight said that he could beat both of the princesses, she meant in a whole other meaning, didn’t she?” Pinkie nodded, her smile coming back. “Yep! And when he wasn’t warming their sheets, he was teaching them. He says it helped being older than Discord so that he could watch over them and teach them how to sew and cook. In fact, check yourself out!” Rarity glanced down, her eyes widening as she what had been done to her outfit. It wasn’t perfect by any means, but it had used about five dozen pins to hem in and stylize her jumpsuit so that it hugged her curves and didn’t look only terrible. Now it was only about half terrible. She glanced over her shoulder, checking her maneuverability and how complete the work was. She hadn’t even noticed him doing this, even when she ran, and they hadn’t been here for too long, so he’d either done it on the way, or Bart was simply that fast. “Wow. Why would Celestia send us to expel him then?” Pinkie raised an eyebrow, and that was all Rarity needed to shake her head. Of course that wasn’t the objective. “Why not just tell us to accept him then?” Pinkie raised her eyebrow higher, before smirking. “In fact, he was supposed to give us sexy surprises, but Celestia knows about your time in Canterlot as you swung through her elites,” she paused, letting Rarity pale at the news, “and my normal attitude about underwear and the what not, so if it meant helping with getting the others alone, we could be left alone.” Rarity nodded before she sat beside Pinkie, her head in her hands. She couldn’t imagine what the princess may think of her now, nor did she think she wanted ‘props’ for it either from the ruling class. Just like with Pinkie, pegging Celestia wasn’t the easiest. Once she had gotten her composure back though, she turned to her friend. “So, what now?” Pinkie rubbed her chin. “Well, Bart could fuck us into-” “No… or at least,” Rarity said as she blushed, “not tonight. Not in the mood and what not.” “But then I can’t!” “I don’t care!” Bartholomew glanced between the two of them, a smile growing on his lips as he nodded to himself and turned away. His work here was done, and Rarity wasn’t interested, so he could go take care of the rest of his plan. About five minutes later, the ghost would need to kick himself as Rarity yelled, “Fine! You’re right, I want to know what it’s like.” Pinkie grinned wide at the news, before a glance behind her dropped it right off her face and her hair deflated a little. “I guess we ran out of time.” Rarity’s eye twitched before she summoned a pillow made of magic to scream her frustrations into. The only thought now in her mind being why she had to live in such a screwy world.
PatienceFluttershy’s ears twitched as she thought she heard something. She tilted her head, trying to listen closer, when she heard it. It was the meowing of a kitty somewhere in the castle. It shouldn’t be here though, especially while a dangerous ghost was haunting it. What if it ate little critters like it? Twilight glanced up as Fluttershy began to walk away from the now small group that was left. She frowned and snapped to get her friend’s attention. “Fluttershy, where are you going? We can’t leave until Rarity and Pinkie get back.” Fluttershy stopped, thinking for a few moments. Twilight wouldn’t let her go just to see about a kitten. She would need something that she couldn’t turn down, just so she could quickly see about the little one. “Umm, well, I need to use the, um, r-restroom. Is that alright?” Twilight opened her mouth, but a glance at Applejack’s raised brow made her stop. The music from the organ was still playing, so they could still assume that the ghost was well below them, instead of creeping in the halls. Besides, it was a little silly to stop something like that. “Alright, go, but please be back soon.” Fluttershy wordlessly nodded, the meowing still in her ears as she turned. She half flew through the cramped hallways, using her wings to help propel her forward. She didn’t want to make Twilight worry after all, so she needed to be as fast as possible. When she turned the corner though, her blood froze. The kitten, which turned out to be a tigercat from the Everfree, was on its back, attacking at something she couldn’t see. She could see where the thing did indent the fur, betraying its invisibility. For a moment, she considered screaming, but she also had to assume that the ghost hadn’t seen her. Otherwise, it wouldn’t need… Her thoughts stopped as the indents moved to behind the creature’s head and made sure that it saw her. The tigercat’s smile widened, before it scampered over. Fluttershy slowly bent her knees, holding her arms out for the little guy. A quick sniff made sure that the kitten knew who she was, before she turned to run. She needed to tell Twilight about this anyways. She could come and get rid of the ghost. The wind blew behind her as she turned away, sounding almost like a sigh. She turned back towards the small intersection that she had been about to leave, the kitten squirming playfully in her arms. The little beast made her think about what she knew about the ghost. It had supposedly been strong enough to best Luna and Celestia, but now… She put the tigercat back down, beginning to calmly pet it while she sat. The kitten jumped into her lap, forcing her to cross her legs so as to accommodate for him. The indents quickly came back, flattening parts of his fur as the ghost began to pet the beast again. She smiled at the gesture, enjoying the slight bites the kitten tried giving the ghost. And then it flicked the zipper on the back of her suit. Fluttershy froze in an instant, but the ghost did nothing else. It didn’t touch her, didn’t begin to lower it, just left her be. Or, at least, he did so for about a minute before she could hear the zipper undo the first set of teeth. She didn’t freeze up like before, but instead tried to look behind her. It paused for another moment as she slowly breathed in, before the zipper started to gradually descend. It never slowed, but never picked up, except for the one time she told it to stop, which it did on a dime. When she was silent though, it continued again, until the zipper was all the way down to her hips. She shuddered as its hands glided over her shoulders, applying the slightest pressure to them. She could feel something rush through her with the touch, and considered yelling. But, when she tried to move, Fluttershy found she could, though it would disturb the kitten who was settling down in between her legs. No, she stayed where she was, nervous, but not afraid. As far as she could tell, the ghost had no intention of truly harming her, or the kitten, so screaming would only be rude to her little pet, and to the ghost who helped her find the beast. Still, as its hands moved over her collarbone, heading to only one place on her, her breathing did get very warm. “Stop!” Fluttershy was shaking at this point. The spirit’s hands were only centimeters from her chest, one finger of each hand even touching her bosom. They had sent another wave of something through her though, and this time she could place it a bit more. There was a fire inside of her now, wanting his hands on her. Wanting whatever the spirit had in mind. She was quiet for what felt like an eternity before the hands moved again. It wasn’t in the direction she had expected though, as they began to move away now. She bit into her lip, suspecting he wouldn’t be coming back if she didn’t speak up. If she didn’t give him permission. “D-Do as you w-want.” Fluttershy couldn’t believe she said it, and wished she hadn’t the second it had escaped her mouth. Was she insane? This was still some spirit that was putting some sort of magic into her, so why would she let her do- “Oooh.” The moan slipped out as the spirit’s hands slipped into her bra. She could think of less than a handful of ponies who had even seen her in a bra, and only one who had ever touched what lay beneath, and that was on a very drunken night. And yet, just like on that drunken night with Rarity, it felt amazing. How the foreign hands caressed, cupped, teased, it all stoked that fire better than she ever could. Bartholomew smiled as he saw the bright blush on her cheeks and heard those delightful moans. He had been spot on about her breasts being sensitive, though his own magic probably helped. Still, if he were to get off before she passed out, he would need to act quickly. Fluttershy had just been about to close her eyes as the spirit made his move. She still had her bra on, even if her nipples were now being kissed by the air, when a long, throbbing thing came underneath the bra and shoved itself inbetween her large, soft tits. She stared at it. The spirit’s hands were by no mean done with her, as they helped move her tits, make them grind against the throbbing, and surprisingly warm, cock between her tits. Her head felt light as she watched the scene, her body shaking from it all. It wasn’t fear though as her tongue stuck out, but the pleasure of it all. Fluttershy leaned down, her hands on her breasts as she breathed against the spirit. He wasn’t big enough to slide past her chest, but she didn’t mind. She couldn’t have actually touched it anyways. But, helping herself as she got closer to her climax by moving her chest… yeah, sh-she could that. She weakly let her fingers sink into her flesh, shaking from the pleasure at this point. If it were any of the other mares, it wouldn’t be at all enough, but she had never tried things like this, and rarely was exposed to the sort of stimuli that might bring her to do it to herself. So, feeling a stallion throbbing against her,her breasts being ravaged by hands, and her nipples being grinded being pinched and rubbed was simply too much. She felt him shake as she got closer to her own climax. She wanted to reach down, to help herself, but the tigercat was sleeping. She couldn’t wake him, not at this point, even with how desperate she was. Fluttershy tried to look to her spectral lover, begging for him. And Bartholomew brought her nipples between his thumbs and index fingers, held his hips back, before pulling and thrusting at once. Fluttershy’s eyes became the size of dinner plates as she felt the spirit’s balls against her bosom, his hot, thick ectoplasm painting her chest. It was beyond naughty, especially as she screamed into her climax. As Fluttershy fell back, she was caught by a second spirit. Bartholomew could hear stomping and yelling from down the hall and bit into his lip. He then pet the giant tiger cat spirit that was underneath the unconscious mare. “Aava, I know you’ve been good so far, but do you think you can take her to one of the guest rooms?” He didn’t need to say another word before Aava took off, the large white cat making Fluttershy ethereal as he ran. Bartholomew followed suit, smiling as he heard only one set of hooves and a dastardly plan formed in his mind for a mare other than the one coming.
Surprise!An earth shaking boom came from the organ as Applejack ran down the hall, trying to get to Fluttershy before it was too late. She’d been gone for too long as it had been, so to hear her scream had been the last straw. Unfortunately, Applejack had been at a dead sprint at the time, and a hole appearing in front of her wasn’t exactly able to be avoided due to this. She tried to reach out for one of the edges as her stomach lurched, but it was far too late. Instead, she simply fell, her ass feeling like it might break as it hit the curved chute. When she came out though, she definitely broke something. Not because it snapped, or she was in any sort of exquisite pain, but instead because of the sound of porcelain shattering. When she opened her eyes, she found herself staring at Luna, who herself was blinking, more than confused. The princess didn’t look ready for a ghost hunt though, but instead was in only a large, lacy bra, and matching, tiny underwear. The two mares stared at each other, before Luna began to laugh. Applejack blinked, the fact that she was upside down only now coming to her as she moved and fell onto her back. She still wasn’t sure what was going on, but at least she had found and amused a princess? She looked at Luna, raised an eyebrow, and said with an ice cold tone, “This is a prank, isn’t it?” Luna grinned, unaware of the doom in her subjects voice. ======+++++====== Twilight stomped her hooves into the ground as she appeared in the room with the organ. She had seen Applejack get taken away by the trap, just like the rest had probably been, and wasn’t going to allow this to go on for another moment. She cleared her throat, her wings spreading out as she shouted, “Ghost, prepare to be busted!” The figure at the piano, covered in a heavy cloak, simply chuckled as they gestured to something. Twilight’s eyes glowed in response and saw… a person? In fact, they looked like they were possibly even from Canterlot High. Or, more correctly, one of the teachers. But the spirit didn’t move. The pianist gestured again to the spirit, but once more, he didn’t move. Twilight glanced behind herself, but there was still nothing, which made no sense. If this were the spirit and its wrangler, why did they not make a move? The pony at the organ, obviously putting on a fake, gruff voice, yelled at the spirit, “You know your orders, so why do you-” The spirit moved, one of his hands flicking upwards. Instead of sending Twilight up, ripping her clothes off, and using them to tie her up like he was ordered, Bartholomew instead did it to the one commanding him. Which made every gear in Twilight’s head stop cold as Celestia hit the ground, her cloak no longer hiding the underwear she wore; almost identical to Luna’s, except that hers was yellow instead of black. Celestia looked up, her mouth gagged as she blinked at her student. In all honesty, this was not how she expected this night to go. Like, at all. ”Hello there, Miss Sparkle. It’s a pleasure to meet the new princess, even under such odd circumstances.” Twilight looked back at the piano, pushing the fact that Celestia was there out of her mind. The spirit was using the organ to speak now, still standing like a royal as he calmly stared at Twilight. She bit into her lip, wanting to blast him, just to be careful, but he could also provide some answers. “Who are you?” ”My name is Bartholomew. In my life, I was a friend of the princesses, having shown them the mirror you know all too well before Discord showed up. When your lord of chaos did come, his magic was a touch too much for me. However, despite me trying to get home before it took me, I was left here.” “However, instead of disappearing, I appeared as a spirit, and thus was able to continue serving the two brats who set you up tonight in all things they might need, including, or especially, sexual needs.” Twilight blinked a few times before she looked at Celestia and screamed, “What?” Celestia simply tried to smile as best as she could while Bartholomew continued, though now she was sweating from what could be revealed about her. Or, worse, what could be done. ”Celestia says that you’re always taking things too seriously, and, that you and your friends are usually alone. So, instead of merely showing me to you and letting a normal switch of service be done, I was charged to haunt, and fuck, your friends, of which I have done so to two of them. Not unwillingly of course, as at best it was done under slight hypnosis, and they’re both quite happily resting. Twilight frowned. If she were honest, after years of being Celestia’s student, and now a princess herself, she knew that her mentor could be a touch weird in how she gave ‘rewards’, but this seemed too far. “So you took Fluttershy’s virginity and kidnapped Rainbow Dash?” ”Hardly. I consider myself a gentleman after all. Admittedly, when your rainbow haired friend stripped down, I did lose myself for a bit and made her suck off a ‘pickle’, but I would never simply take a mare’s virginity. Some care and trust should be there first. Instead, I simply got to enjoy her chest as she enjoyed my hands. Nothing more.” Twilight tilted her head. She could see Rainbow Dash doing it, but Fluttershy? “And let me guess, you put her under hypnosis too.” The spirit chuckled as it shook his head. ”No. You simply should have invested in a watch sometime, as ten minutes was more than enough to gain her trust, especially with my aura.” Twilight couldn’t help but blush at the accusation, as he was completely right. In fact, more than that, she didn’t know how long she’d been waiting for Rarity and Pinkie before they came back. Though, what could have… She smacked herself as she remembered how Pinkie was. “You were in front of Pinkie when she said I should shoot her, weren’t you?” He nodded, a smile on his face at this point. “And you explained everything through her to Rarity, didn’t you?” ”Yep. And showed off to Pinkie that the spell Celestia taught you is as good as a kazoo. Doesn’t even actually damage things.” Twilight hung her head in defeat, realizing how complete her mentor’s Nightmare Night trick had been. She then looked at Celestia, a fire in her eyes. She had been mislead, ill equipped, and been made to trick her friends, some of which got pleasantly molested apparently. Not that that was an excuse. She curled her fingers into a fist as her horn began to flicker. Celestia’s eyes widened as she saw what her student was preparing, before she shut them tight. She deserved it, but she wasn’t going to watch. Bartholomew let his smile come back as Twilight’s hand uncurled. Despite having gone against his princesses’ orders, he still wasn’t going to let her be hurt. His whole hope this night had been to avoid anypony being hurt. A fact that Celestia was quite thankful for as Twilight’s magic cut through her bindings. The princess blushed brightly as she slowly got up, her body already stiff from the tight bindings. “Look, I’m really sorry, Twilight, but you’re always so seriou-” Twilight held a hand up, her other hand pinching the bridge of her nose. “We can talk about this when I don’t have a headache. Just… what did you do to Applejack?” Celestia paused, before she turned to Bartholomew. “Umm, actually, you hit the keys for that one. Where is she?” ”Check on Luna.” Celestia and Twilight looked at each other, before Celestia’s horn glowed. A screen popped up in front of her, static filling it at first. “She was watching all of you, making sure we knew what was going on. She was also just trying to enjoy her peace-” “Oh sweet Harmony, make me your bitch!” “Tell me you’re sorry again, you lunar whore!” All three of them stared at the screen, staring at Applejack as she continued to spank and violently finger Luna. Twilight glanced at Celestia’s chest, realizing what she was looking at before she turned back to Luna. She blinked one more time, before falling over. Celestia closed the screen, standing back up as Bartholomew moved back to the piano. ”Whoops.” Celestia nodded in agreement, before teleporting as fast as she could. She was used to being the dom for Luna, and really didn’t want to be overpowered by Applejack when she got out. She’d had her treats for the night already, and didn’t want a trick played back on her. As for Barthlomew, he helped Twilight to bed before laying down himself. The night had been… interesting, and, while not the result he had hoped for, he suspected this wouldn’t be the last time that Applejack and Luna would see each other, meaning his goal was still met for his lonely, lunar princess. Besides, it made him happy to know that his old charges, and his new ones, were able to get along so well. Author's Note As mentioned before, this was meant to come out back in early November, when my patrons got it, as they did vote for this entire story to be done as a Halloween gift. If you'd like to help influence future stories like they do, and see my content early like they do, please consider supporting me over there! Otherwise, I'm open for commissions, and am not shameless enough to still say that, if you liked this, I do have a tip jar!
