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On a dark and spooky night, there is nary a whinny to be heard all throughout Ponyville. Only the hooting of an owl and the full moon's light accompany the soft clops along the cobbled road leading up to the old district of the sad and lonely hill.

The unicorn approaches the forlorn building, a frown on her face. "Oh, darling," she coos at the ancient estate, built long before anypony in town can remember, "You've certainly seen better days. Well, don't worry. I have just the eye and the horn to help spruce you up.

Rarity hums delightfully as she opens the door with her horn, carrying a lantern to light her way and a few supplies for measurements and notetaking. When she enters, dust billows up through the lonely room, and the unicorn brings a handkerchief up to her mouth, coughing. "Oh, dear. This simply won't do," she wheezes. "We're going to need to get somepony in here to tidy you up before I can give you the makeover you deserve."

Pushing her way past the dust, she waves her handkerchief through the cobwebs, blinking back tears as she admires the magnificence around her. "Such wonderful molding, and these stairs... are simply too elegant to let squander!" She produces a match from her supplies, striking it and lighting a candle on a nearby table. "Oh, we will simply have to replace some of these garish things, probably with some lovely scents. I'm thinking of something floral. There's a nasty Autumnal or wintry feel about this place that simply sends shivers down my spine." She says this, actually shivering as she walks around the grand staircase.

"Oh, what I wouldn't do to have someone to talk to about this old place, to know its history, and get some design tips from its inhabitants."

She peeks in at a doorway, sighing as she scans the adjoining room, her lantern held aloft by her horn. "And look at this studio. Whoever worked here must have had impeccable taste. Oh, Rarity, darling, you need to stop talking to yourself."

She sits there momentarily, the only sounds coming from the hooting of the owl.

Suddenly, a crack and a thump from above make her leap up, whirling around, halfway in and halfway out of the doorway, her tail swishing, dropping her lamp, and scanning over the grand staircase room.

"Good heavens!" she yelps, her eyes darting all around. "What on Equestria was that?"

Silence answers her, followed by a slight warmth near her rear.

Rarity turns around, seeing her lantern sitting on the floor. "Oops, don't want to start a fire, now, do we?" she says, chuckling. She continues through the studio, looking over different mannequins and old dusty fabric rolls, tutting her lips, and shaking her head.

"Oh, it's all such a waste, isn't it? We'll get you nice and filled with a proper studio. Then you'll be simply the most fashionable building in Ponyville!"

Soon, she arrives at another door, frowning when she tries it, and it's locked. "Oh, this must be one of the wings sealed off. Let's see, where did I keep those keys."

She fumbles around with her belongings, humming to herself, her tail swishing back and forth, to and fro.

"Mm, it's taking a while, but at least it's warmer in this room than in that drafty entryway. I'm sure to be nice and toasty in here." She says this, not realizing the source of the unexpected warmth.

The spirit had been watching her this entire time, first from the third-floor window as she approached and then slipping down through the railings of the grand staircase. The ancient ghost smirks to itself, watching the unicorn clop around without any knowledge that she was actually being watched.

And when she left the candle on the table, the ghost took the opportunity to swoop it up into its ethereal grasp, snickering to itself as it followed her into the studio.

And now, with Rarity so busy fumbling around for the keys, the ghost approaches her, getting close to that white rump and those glittering diamonds of her cutie mark.

The spirit teases her at first, wafting the candle and its firelight by her tail. It twitches and swishes, letting the slight wafts of burnt hair mingle with the wisps of smoke that make up the ghost's form.

Rarity pulls the keys out from the satchel, saying, "Ah ha!" before pausing and sniffing. "Hm... that's strange. What on Equestria could smell like burning... hair!?"

She whips around, but the ghost follows her movement, staying behind her, cackling in its glee.

Rarity's eyes widen as she peers from side to side. "Who's here? Show yourself!"

But that's when the biggest trick goes, and the ghost blows on the candle. Instead of extinguishing, the flames erupt, becoming yellow and orange tongues of scorching, burning fire. They lick at Rarity's rear, that plump and profound thing lashing at the pony's haunches, almost like it was giving her a nice hard slap or a squeeze.

Rarity yelps and yowls, leaping high into the air and running about the room, crashing into some supplies and tumbling about, her butt held high and her legs kicking.

The once-white rear now stings a throbbing red, the tingling and the warm throbbing spreading from cheek to cheek and all up her spine.

"Oh darling..." she groans, "Whoever you are... you make me feel like I've been on the beach without sunscreen."

And the response she gets is another cackling, followed by the locking of the front door and dropping the candle.

The night's festivities are about to begin!