Ghostbuckers

Twilight 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.