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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!

Poor unfortunate Rarity finds herself buried in a pile of old material and costuming equipment, her swelling and throbbing butt sticking out from the stack, burned by the will of a spirit. The poor pony shuffles and squirms but only succeeds in keeping herself buried. If she is going to get out, it would have to be by using all her body, even her aching haunches.

"Oh, darling, why are you so mean to me?" the pony asks, muffled under the material. "All I wanted was to make your home beautiful. If you didn't like that, you could have just told me!"

In response, her lantern lifts up, the creaking and clanking of the metal audible even through the things that keep the pony pinned down.

"Oh, no, darling, please! I beg you, don't do anything rash! I've learned my lesson. I'll leave here immediately, don't you worry about me-ieee!"

The lantern flames flare up, heating the metal of the base. The spirit presses it up against her sensitive skin, the hiss of the heat rising up throughout the room.

Rarity kicks, whinnies, and snorts, but her thrashing about does naught else but knock the lantern out of the way, clattering to the floor nearby!

The pony whimpers as the throbbing pain spreads over her butt, finally scrambling from the pile and limping weakly away from the room. But, as she makes it to the door, the fiery spirit appears before her, giving her a hearty "Boo!" before laughing maniacally.

Rarity whinnies and rears up, but her hooves strike nothing but air. She takes this opportunity to sprint past the spirit, heading toward the door.

The spirit has other hands and spins around, slapping her on the butt with its flaming tendrils of energy, caressing along her crack, and licking between her legs.

The sudden burning, throbbing, searing sensation sends her stumbling across the grand foyer, tumbling over herself, and landing in an alcove in the middle of the room, her face against the wall, sitting down right on her sensitive rump, whimpering.

That last attack got close to her most sensitive areas, making them tingle and pulse with pain. It's a pain just to sit down now. How will she go to the bathroom if her poor little ass and pony pussy are red and sensitive from the fire?

Despite this, Rarity trudges onward, sniffling and stepping into another room of the dangerous demesne. "I'm going to pretty up this place, darling. It's just simply a terror! Now, you can hate me that much, can you?"

As she limps her way into another room, she finds this one has a spirit board nestled into a table. A chair slides out for her as soon as the pony enters the room.

"Oh, no, I can't possibly sit down," she protests. "You made sure of that!"

Her butt throbs, her nethers quivering.

A blue flame appears on the board, dancing around the letters of the board.

"Well, at least we're communicating now. Let's see..." she says, narrowing her eyes. "Sit for five minutes, and I'll go away."

"Really, darling, you will?"

"Yes."

"Well, I can... hopefully... do that." She says, wiggling her hindquarters. "But no funny business?"

The fire goes out, and the chair slides toward her.

Rarity whines, backing up towards the seat and hopping up onto it. "Oh, what a strange setup we have here." She says, lowering her backside.

"Nnnmmm... w-what I wouldn't give for this to be soothing and soft," she moans. "But let the timer commence!"

The poor pony sits awkwardly for the first minute, tapping a hoof upon the table. After the minute passes, a flame appears over the "1" on the board.

"Hah! Four to go ,you little tricky sprite!"

Then, another whisp of flame erupts, but Rarity doesn't see it. She glances from side to side. "Now, where could that be?"

Soon, she sniffs the air. "Hm... is that a wood fire going? Somewhere else in the house or, ah!"

The flame licks at the wicker under her bum, curling the straws of her seat and letting them dance over her burnt heinee. "Nnngh... This is... ah... hardly fair!"

The flames dance, almost as if laughing at her.

Sweating, she leans over the table. "I'm a pony of my word... I'll win this little game... and I won't leave this, ah, seat!"

She lowers her head, clenching her teeth. The heat springs up, her cheeks reddening, glowing from the excitement. "Gah!"

The heat plays deeper into her, into the recesses, practically flaring up her core with the strange sensation. "Ah... ha... hot... hot! Hooo! I can't... ngh... I must... ... h-how much time?"

She looks up to the board. The fourth number had been lit.

"Just one... one more minute... and then... and then I win!"

The flames jump around like a crowd, pointing and laughing at her.

Her tail swishes, trying to make some air blow by her, but it only serves to stoke the flames. She throws her head back, crying out, whinnying in pain, her neighs echoing out through the darkness of the evening and down the hill to Ponyville.

A spark appears on the final number, and at the same time, Rarity falls forward, crashing into the table and sending the spirit board toppling over herself. As one final curse upon her battered behind, the flames on the spirit board smack her on the ass, sending her whinnying and running through the room, knocking over things in a panicked craze.

This all ends when she trips over the remains of the chair, falling on her chin, her bum high in the air, and her tail falling over her.

Even that little hair stroking her skin makes her whimper and cry. But the house is quiet, and she perks her head up, sniffing.

"Ghost? Are you there?"

Silence.

Despite the burning in her tush, the mansion has a different feeling. And now, Rarity realizes that she is, in fact, alone in this place.

"W-well, who said people didn't have to suffer for beauty?"