The night was young and dark, clear skies left starless by the man-made lights below. The orange tint that permeated the blackness above lent itself to the festive atmosphere of the evening, as though nature itself had decided to help honor the holiday. The night would be long, the celebrations could easily carry on until the sunrise found them; there were things to do and the raging desire to see them done. Whether it be mischief or magic or something else entirely remained to be seen, but what came was guaranteed to be extraordinary. Some called it Nightmare Night, Devil's Night to others- but Halloween encompassed it all, and all that could be implied dwelled within.

Down a well-manicured lane that led to the spacious mansion in the center of the estate, festooned with lit jack-o-lanterns that gave their wicked smiles, traveled a large group of costumed women. From freshly adult eyes to more seasoned forms did they range, a gaggle of life and energy set to brimming. There was an excitement in the air, an electricity they struggled to describe. How could they? Was this not a party unlike any other, beckoning for them to come and celebrate? Halloween was a holiday tailor-made for the best kind of trouble, and they had plenty of wickedness in mind.

Applejack looked about the great host of women and took them in, a multitude of color and shape and vibrancy. They had all been mailed the same invitation at the start of the month, a gold-trimmed letter bearing the symbols of the famed Sirens that requested their presence at "The greatest Halloween party ever." The drinks were to be free, the food was to be free, with only a trio of conditions set for entry to all guests: A costume of particular steaminess must be worn, all guests must be accompanied by at least a plus-one, and -most mysteriously- 'all inhibitions must be left at the door.'

Applejack looked about at her fellow companions, mulling over the requirements her invitation had demanded of her. Lips pursed, face screwed in concentration as she tried to wonder just what exactly the final condition had been demanding of her. She'd known the Sirens for only a short time and the depths of her intimacy with them was not thorough. But they rarely ever came out and openly stated their most important desires, speaking in riddles rather than making an explicit request. So what were they up to..?

"What's wrong, AJ?" A gloved hand fell gently upon her shoulder, beckoning the freckled blonde to turn from her musings and instead focus on the soft features of the young woman beside her. The sweetly smiling visage she took in was Apple Bloom, her only sister and eager for this first foray into her adulthood life. Delighted to be the recipient of her older sibling's plus-one request, she'd done nothing but dote on the older farmgirl since, as though she felt the need to pay back such a gift.

"I'm alright, don't you worry none," Applejack said warmly, her own gloved hand coming to rest upon her sister's as she smiled. "Just thinking about the invitation, that's all."

"What about it? You still trying to figure out that last condition?" The young redhead guessed.

"Mmm. It's just an odd thing to say, you know?" Applejack remarked. "I mean, I get the Halloween costume bit-"

"Even requiring it to be sexy?"

"- And yeah, even that. Adagio and her sisters are dirty-minded as all get-out," the blonde continued. "I just don't what they mean by inhibitions, is all. What are they planning?"

"Maybe they just want us to have fun, is all," Apple Bloom offered innocently, though the creeping smile on her lips suggested she didn't entirely believe it. "I mean... look at what we're wearing. It definitely looks good on you."

"Hush, you," Applejack said, giving her sister a shove but smiling all the same. It hadn't been her inspiration that had brought the idea about, a chance encounter with Sweetie Belle and Rarity delighting in their own invitations seeing it come to life. What currently adorned her form was akin to a schoolgirl's uniform but given a heady dose of something magical, a green collar about her neck with green trim to the blouse that gave ample viewing of her supple, freckled cleavage, the edge of it tied together by a bright-pink bow. Wearing white gloves with an emerald trim and a short, frilly skirt the color green, it was certainly not her customary attire, and more revealing of her most delicious assets than what she typically wore. But the feeling of Apple Bloom's eyes on her bare skin, the sight of her delighted smile... Goosebumps, Applejack thought happily.

Apple Bloom knew she had struck gold, her smile becoming something lidded and teasing. "Well... what do ya think of mine, sis?" She asked, giving a quick twirl; a carbon copy of her sibling's attire but with all the green replaced by a deep red, her more miniscule chest made up for by the magnificence of her bottom that spilled out from beneath her tiny miniskirt. Succulent, rounded flesh with a solitary freckle on the right cheek as though begging to be pinched...

Applejack gazed contentedly at her sister's glorious ass, a dim smile on her face. "It looks good," she said dazedly.

"Well, I wore it just for you," Apple Bloom giggled, leaning in and giving her sister a hug. "I think these Sailor costumes were perfect for tonight. We look great!"

"You both certainly do, darling," interjected the lilting voice of Rarity. Walking just a bit ahead and arm-in-arm with Sweetie Belle, she and her plus-one wore the colors of Neptune and Uranus, Rarity's low neck allowing her to show off her stately bust while the uniform accentuated her ample curves- Sweetie wearing the colors of the magical woman and barely able to do so, her priceless bottom and unparalleled breasts hardly contained within the Sailor colors. "Just look at us! We'll be the talk of the party for certain!"

"You sure you ain't talking about you?" The farmgirl remarked, giving the sensuous fashionista a cocked eye. "You definitely got all excited to wear this thing..."

"Well, a lady does need to enjoy how she looks, doesn't she?" Rarity said lightly. "Would you agree, Sweetie?"

The loveliest of the Sailor girls gave a pleasant smile and brought a finger to her lips to ponder the question- as though it needed pondering!

"Well... it definitely doesn't hurt," the young beauty said slowly, her smile cheeky as her eyes came aglow when they fell upon Rarity's beauteous figure. "Especially when it's you, Rarity."

The beautiful seamstress made a delighted sound and leaned in to kiss her sister's cheek. "You're too sweet, darling, as always," she cooed, putting an arm about Sweetie's waist to keep her close. "Oh, we'll have so much fun tonight!"

"With no inhibitions!" Sweetie added, setting the two to giggles. The lovely, costumed siblings turned from their companions and carried on walking towards the luxurious abode that awaited them, well-entwined and flicking playfully at each other's skirts- if not the bottomflesh that lay just beneath the frilled layer.

Applejack gave a startled look, gazing over at Apple Bloom who had dissolved into a stream of silent giggles at the sight. Apparently, Sweetie and Rarity had solved the siren riddles well before they had.

As if to tease their own solving of the mystery, the gloved hands of the sweethearted farmgirls found one another and fingers became wrapped, a gentle union as they strode along. The touch was warm, even through their gloves. Applejack's freckled face went a shade of red akin to her sister's skirt and she made herself look away, eyes gazing through the group of girls with whom she traveled.

They were certainly very interesting, and very- well, maybe 'interesting' wasn't quite the word to describe them correctly. Twilight and her mother were happily chatting away about something she couldn't quite hear, had decided to arrive in matching costumes as Elastigirl and Violet from The Incredibles, tight-fitting fabric doing wonders at accentuating their physical traits, whether they be the most minor or most supreme. Rainbow Dash and Scootaloo had hardly said a word, both dressed as a pair of sultry succubi and merely sauntering along so as to let their finely sculpted bottoms jiggle with every step they took. Traveling as a chatty, joyous trio were Sunset, Pinkie, and Fluttershy, each elegantly dressed in the colors of a princess; looking like Mario characters, if Applejack knew much of anything. All in all, quite a menagerie of young women, all of them eager to head to their destination and see the night begin.

The mansion broke through the trees that lined the lane, it's bright lights of numerous colors alive and ready to greet the lovely group as they came forth, a veritable stream of people already inside with plenty more heading to the entrance.

"Wow," Apple Bloom murmured, taken a bit aback by the sheer number of the crowd. "There's... a lot of people here. They must have invited half the town."

"Sounds about right. Adagio and the others always do like grandstanding," was her sister's reply. True to form, the showboating Sirens had made sure to see that their glorious mansion was decorated in all the finest, eeriest decor imaginable. Bright colors of orange and purple loomed outside the windows on candle wicks; snarling pumpkins dwelled in the bushes to leer at newcomers. The sound of music pulsed, the smell of fine treats and alcohol beckoned for them to enter. So much was ahead of them...

The group of women came to the door and found themselves temporarily stopped by the bouncer, he checking their names in a slow drone that spoke to it already being a long evening for the man. With little more than a blank state, each of them was allowed inside to witness the fullness of the festivities.

"Wow..." The Apple sisters gasped as they entered the sprawling mansion, a fantastic board for the evening's game to be played upon. Everywhere they looked was a life and vibrancy of color, costumed figures flitting this way and that, the sound of merry chatter echoing across and through every space they saw. There was so much to take in that the fullness of it all felt enormous, if not intimidating. Just how were to they begin?

"Isn't that Flitter and Cloudchaser up there on the second floor?" Apple Bloom said, pointing to a pair of girls dressed as Anna and Elsa. "The cheerleader twins?"

"I think so- hey, there's Trixie! Is that really Fleur on her arm?" Applejack remarked.

"There's Diamond with her mom and Silver Spoon- weird..."

"No way- that's Cadance! And she's with that old bat of a principal!"

"No way!" Apple Bloom had only been told small snippets from Twilight's time at the Academy, but the horror stories about its former headmistress were palpable even still. The idea that Cinch and Cadance were here together, of all places-!

Sister looked upon sister and wondered where on earth to even start. "This is either gonna be the best party ever... or the worst," Apple Bloom mused.

"How about we hope for the former, just to be safe?" Applejack replied.

"An excellent answer," came a pleased voice. The two farmgirls turned from each other and realized their hostesses had come upon them. Adagio, Aria, and Sonata stood there in their midst to greet their friends and newcomers. "Well, hello, ladies. Might we introduce ourselves properly for this evening?"

Author's Note

Well, not a perfect start, but a decent one.

How about we make this fun? I've set the storyline for you to partake in; why not my readers decide which they want to see first? Comment below which pairings you're most eager to know about, and I'll provide.

Enjoy, I guess. Happy Spooky Season!