Author'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!”

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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.