From Halloween, To Nightmare Night

by Ponyess

Rating: everyone
Tags: Dark, Zecora, Alternate Universe, Human, Anthro, Nightmare Moon, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Other, Fluttershy, Random
Length: 4626

Ok, tomorrow is Halloween. I have a costume to prepare, or so I had thought, untill I had been promised a special treat, a friend was giving me a the suit, to put on the day before the big night, and this is where it all went horribly wrong.

I need to have a suit for tomorrow, since it is Halloween. Only I haven't anything yet, not as much as an idea, and the feelings creeped me out.

Then a friend told me she had a spare suit I could use, for this big event. She was to present it, later in the night. I just had to wear it overnight, she had told me, and I promised to.

Now, this was a bad move, since this isn't just a suit, and Halloween isn't just a Holliday, if you know what I mean?

The coming day, I woke up, but it isn't me, it is the character I had been given for the day, or it is what she told me, but?

Published 2014-01-24 01:10:02 UTC
Last updated 2014-01-24 16:34:35 UTC

The Preparations: 1

Apparently I had failed to get a costume, a suit for the big day, and night. It isn't just a Holliday, it is Halloween. I need to have this suit, or it will be a tragedy. Not just the fact that I would have to either go as I was, or skip out, if it had been that simple?

A friend of mine had finally come through, promising the suit, and she would be over to my place with it, later in the night. I only had to promise to wear the suit the entire night, before the day, or she wouldn't give it to me,a nd I had agreed. Ofcause she came, but by now, it is late, just as I had feared, what if it wouldn't fit, or was something eilly? I would hav ben the laughting stock. I just couldn't take it.

At twenty two hundred, I hear the knock on my door, I had been awaiting her for hours, and now she finally did come over. Or so I was hoping, but it was actually her. I noticed as I open the door.

“Hiya, Sis!” she just said, as I opened the door.

“Hiya, Tiss. Welcome in. I hope you did get the suit, or I'm doomed, you know!” I told her.

“Oh, I have it alright. Right here in my backpack!” she announced as she slipped the door closed shut behind her.

“Then it only remain to see it, preying it is cool enough. Even if I have no choice as this point!” I whined.

“Oh, it is. I promise. You just have to put it on, and I'll help you out. You have two hours in order to get into bed. More then enough time!” she continued.

First now I noticed her smug smile. I know she had been my friend, my very best friend for years. I guess it is why she called me Sis? Her complexion fair to ghastly white, glistering black hair in a brid down her spine, green eyes of a dragon, and the metallic bloody red lips. I could you could say she is between slim and athletic?

Ofhorse, she had that doll face, a small nose, narrow but full lips, and the whide, large eyes. The eyes you either drawn in, or send you off screaming, it's a tight squeeze.

She currently wore a cerise top and skirt. The boots, 'Crescent Moon', by the looks of it? Should I have taken it for a warning, or just her antics? I chose the later. Maybe I shouldn't have?

Compared with her, I guess I'm dark, even with the light pink complexion of mine? My eyes blue, electric blue, by acounts I heard, from time to time. You don't drawn in them, for sure.

I guess my form is generous, for a light athlete, that is, at some five feet in length. My hair, a cupper blond towards red, was it.

I led her out of the hall, and through the living room. Then into my bed room, I guess I am tired, but I can't go to bed before I have what she came to hand over? I had promised to put this uit on, before I hit the hay? Ah, yeah. Hit the hay.

You could as well strip, since you're not wearing anything under this costume. The costume include everything, even the panties and top!” she promised in a teasing tone, filling up with giggles as the words tumbled over me.

Oh yeah, that's the kind of girl she is, isn't it?

Since I had promised, I had already slipped out of everything I did not need to wear, when I opened the door for her. That'd include the top, the skirt, the panties, and a pair of short white socks. I soon stumbled out of the socks, kicking them up and onto the night stand, before I slipped the top over my head, then slipping it onto the pile of clothes.

From here I slip the skirt off, making it land on the pile, before my panties fell to the floor, then suffered the fait of the suit, such as it had been.

“Goood, now you can pick these panties on. Just slip them on, while I pick up your top?” she then instructed me.

“Ah, then I don't need to be without undies?” I teased back, before I accepted her panties, finding them leafe green, and created out of a material surprisingly like rubber, if it wasn't in fact what they had been made out of? As I slioped them on, stepping into them, right foot before th eleft, and pulling them up, only to realise, just how tight they were, aside from the small detail, they were covered in a thcik lubricating gel, I at first feared would smear al the way up my legs, but this fear came to shame, thankfully.

“Here's your top!” she then instructed me.

I soon slipped them down over my head. They feels as if they are made out of the same material, and the same hue. Just as tight as the panties, naturally. I guess that would make sense, later?

“Good, now you're almost done. This is the first half of your costume. I'm sure you'd love the rest too!” she said.

“These do feel good, but are they all there is?” I enquired curiously, eager to have a chance to sleep.

“Glad you asked. There are a few more tiny details, but you better get on top of the bed, before we continue. On your belly would be ideal!” she simply instructed me, matter of ft.

Thanks!” I responded releaved, before I lay down on my bed, as she had told me, ignoring her ton of voise, mainly because I was getting too tired by now.

Although I had promised her to do, what I am doing. I gues there is no out, in my possition? 'Life is a Bitch', as the expression goes.

I could feel her hands just below the hairline, on my neck. She was slowly working the gel in. I had not seen as she produced the product from the backpack. The lemon yellow gel slowly spreading down my neck, under her carefully but obviously outright profeccional hands. She slowly worked it in, until my skin was saturated.

Feeling the cool gel made my muscles relax. I couldn't help it, but I guess it only means I'm going to wake up, more rested in the morning? I'd feel as good as new.

I feel her hands moving down my back, from the centre and outwards, all the way down the flank? Following the spine as far as it went. Now she teased my rump, in her usual manner. I couldn't help but allow a giggle escape my lips. I knew she enjoyed it, as a trophy, that is. It is the girl she was, after all. Maybe this is why she chose the costume for me?

Now she moved down my leg, from the thigh, over the knee and calf in the same manner as she had worked over my back. Just over the heel and down under my foot, teasing my toeas as she went. I released the slight giggles, from time to time, when she elicirted the response?

Ofhorse, she then moved back to my rump, moving down the other leg, until she had finished the back side of me entirely.

“Time to lay on your back!” she told me, knowing fully well the gel is absorbed, and couldn't smear, so I simply turned over, slowly, but I did as she told me.

This time she started just under my chin, covering my throat. Then she moved down my chet. Only stopping at the green rubber, and started just under the rim of it. The suit did not absorb the gel, in any case, I guess it would explain it?

Once she had covered my belly, and came down to the panties, she astarted with my right arm, from the shoulder, and down over the elbow, to the hand, and then finger by finger, starting with the thumb.

From there, she just moved around my bed, and started over on my left arm, from the rim of the top I wear. Over the lbow down to the hand, then the hand, and finger by finger, starting with the thumb, once more.

Then she moved to my right leg, starting over the thigh, down the knee and calf, befoe repeating the process with the other leg.

Only now, she placed a muzzle over my face. I realised it covers only the lower part, from just under my eyes, to down my chin, and all the way out, both to the right and left. Yet, I can still breath, as if nothing have happened.

For a moment I feared it was to slip off of me, my face, as I slept, but I'm too tired and sleepy to care.

She knew better then to say anyghing, she just slipped the quilt over me, and walked out of the room, leaving me to sleep. I knew she was going to the spare bed room, she then went to bed, but what she di, I have no idea. I guess it is moot? Mainly because I was already sleeping, as she closed the door behind herself as she walked out.

In the Morning: 2

Apparently I had woken up early, but I feel uncharacteristically well rested, and relaxed as I woke up.. I couldn't hear anything, I guss the room is quiet? Tiss must be sleeping, since she had no come back into the room? She had ater all gone to bed, after I had fallen asleep.

At first it all felt normal, as I nothing had happened. I lay on my back, and the quilt still lay over my body, so nothing stood out.

Then something struck me, for one, myeyes are wider apart, thus shifted my perspective, and I can't see clear distance more then about half way out.

Since it isn't anywhere in sight, I figured the muzzle she placed on my face still is there, so I parted my lips, and licked them, if but for a moment. These were my lips, there is no sign of the muzzle, or is it the muzzle I had just licked? I did feel a slippery smoothness to my lips, and I guess they were slightly wider then I was used to?

Then I slowly slip the quilt off of me, only to notice the vibrant folreschet neon hue. I guess it is the colour of the gel she had used, only now it is vibrant, rather then the dead plain lemon yellow it had been?

There is the first real shock, where my hands had been, I found hooves, they're cerice, bt otherwise matching the colour I am now. I'm apparently the same yellow from fore head, to hind hooves?

I'm still wearing the top and panties, I guess that's a relief if anything? Only now they're the same vivid hue as the skin and hooves, aside from being leaf green, and a hint of metallic to them?

As I shook my head, I could clearly feel the mane, not the hair I had had the day before? If this was to make sense, I had changed into aponi, during the night? Not just any Poni, but it would be the one called Flutter Shy.

Then I sat up, only to realise I also had her tail? I guess I should feel more relief from this particular realisation, since it goes with the character in question? Bit by bit, it all fel into place.

Then there is the final detail? Her wings, only I had bat wings, matching the cerise details, my mane, tail, and hooves.

Aside from this, I'm yellow. Even if I'm wearng the same bikini set. What's that for a suit of a poni? I was confused, but I gues she had a reason to her design.

I could ask her, as I se her at breakfst, since I had promised her to buy, or rather make it, for the both of us. I gues it is the least I could do, as thanks, I had reasoned, and it is right. I should still prepare the breakfast.

I placed my hooves on the floor, sucker-cup hooves at six inches width as it seems. Fairly large, for a poni my siaze, but it is the design she chose for me, I'll be living like this, for the rest of the day, hoping she was to release me by nightfall, so I could wake up, and go back to who I had been.

How was I to live, ooking like this? The lack of hnds primarily, I guess? The muzzle didn't exactly hindr me, even if it was going to be standing out?

As I started to move towards the door, I couldn't help but hearing the little noises of my hooves. They're elastic, as if made out of the rubber from my panties?

My panties, yeah. Then I realised another detail, on top of the even more generous mound, I found the orchid standing out, even if it is the same green as the panties.

The same effect my top had, leaving my jigglies as orbs, but with huge nibbles, rough to the texture, as opposed to the rest of the top, which is slippery, as if covered in lubricating gel, by the looks and feel of it.

“Clip, Clop, Clip, Clop!” my hooves made the most cute of poni noices.

I guess I oculd get used to it, it is similar to the heels many of my riends wore, so I had heard it befoe, even if this is delicate, in a subtle, sophisticated way I coudln't put a hoof to.

A hoof, yeah. My fore hooves are identical to my hind hooves, short of the size, they're merely four inches wide.

Maybe Tiss boots had been in order to hint to this, in her teasing manners?

I ignored her, threw the thoughts down the drain, and walked to the door, opened it and left the room, only to close it behind me, before I walkedout, and into the kitchen.

Once in th kitchen, I started to prepare the breakfast, stopping only for a glass of juice, before I continued.

Going Out: 3

We had just finished breakfast, but all dressed up, since the other day, I figured I could just as well go out?

When I finally had reached the door, and left my home, I realised something, in a shocked manner, even if I guess I shouldn't be dissapointed? This sin't the city, or world where I used to live, and love, for all I knew. Until now, that is.

Only now, as I set hoof on the ground outside of what was to pass for my home, I'm in a small village, known as Ponyville, even if I had failed to realise this one small, and final detail?

Then something else occurred to me, I'm wearing a saddle bag, in the traditional fashion of the village. I guess it is onvenient, the way I look, and the rest of my attire?

A back pack, like the one tiss wore, as she came over, is less then convenient, whn I'm on all fours. This would be the only way to carry things with you, as the fully quadruped Poni I had become?

Onluy then I looked up. There are ponies everywhere. Plenty of them wear some kind of a costume? Only none the likes I ever had seen?

At first, I didn't stop to talk to anyone. I know none of them, for all I knew. Evn if it is a kind of masquerade, isn't it? The feeling of Helloween in he air, only the flavour is vry different, for a dy of this nature. I felt a tang of true fear, but also of play and some joy. Something just did not add up here, not to me, at least.

If I am passing for Flutter Shy, every Poni who knew her would know me, or thing they knew me. It confused me. I'm merely wearing a costume, just like every poni else.

The one thing separating me from the original Flutter Shy, my bat wings, matching my main and tail, but apparently also my hooves, and rather then the light pink of the true Flutter, mine is a vibrant cerise. It's a Costume, for Celestias sake.

Then I just stopped, dead in my tracks as I realised what the train of thought was doing. I flexed my wings, they shouldn't be capable of lifting me into the air. For all I knew, they were too small. Just as if they were real, but they couldn't? Then I flapped a few more times, only to stop short as I felt myself lifting slightly from the ground, not enough for my hooves to take off, but enough for me to notice the effect, well before I had gone airborn.

“That settles it!” I whispered.

Uh, but this was her voise, apparently? I knew I would have been much louder, even if I had never intended to rais my voise, but I had not whispered, right? On the other rubbery hoof, if I used my own voise, but from her perspective, it would come out as a whisper?

I had intended to attend the local Halloween, only to end up at the Equestrial Nightmare Night, in Ponyville, what a confusion.

If only I had had a camera, I could have taken a few pictures, and boasted to have been in the coolest of all the parties? Unless they all just laughed at me? Never mind, I'm here, and by Celestia, I'm still going to enjoy it, just as much as I had initially planned, it may be the wrong address, but the spirit should be close enough?

Then I simply made up my mind, since I am to enjoy the event, I could as well live up to the spirit, as quiet as I was here?

“Happy Nightmre Night!” I whispered as loud as I dared, not to go entirely out of character.

After a few more exclamations, something changed distinctively, if only I could put my hoof to it, but I can't say I mind, or had a cause to complain? I hear a few respond in kind.

Then I found myself at the Sugar-Cube corner, so I could as well offe4r a cheer to Pinkie Pie, just in case she was in there.I guess it wasn't too late?

“Happy Nightmare Night!” I whispered, as I slipped my head into the cafee, only to find the poni I had been expecting to see.

“Happy Nightmare Night!” she squealed jubilantly, the instnt she saw me.

She barely gave me time to pronounce the words, and then she was all over me. I know she is the Party Poni, but still? I guess it is what I had to put up with, not sure I should complaint? This is what I had been putting up with, from the day I met her, the faitful day, so long ago. Or it is how it felt.

“I'd have one of these!” I whispered, as I indicated a Cup-Cake with my right fore hoof.

Apparently she picked up on my intent, as she soon nipped it out and placed it on a small white plate.

“Anything to drink, or to take with you?” she enquired.

“I'd take a glass of juice, orange!” I continued.

All of a sudden, I knew I had a few bits in the right side of my saddle bag, should be more then enouh to cover the cost.

“Just pick your table, and I'd be right out!” she pointed out, as I picked out the bits and slipped them onto the counter.

She scouped them up with the hooves of a poni who knew how to handle a busyness.

I had made my way to the table of my choice. It's a table by the window, so that I could see the ponies on the street. Happy ponies, cellebrating the holliday, just like I was, even if I had happened to get to a party, very different from what I had intended, by the looks of it. If only I could even see where I had intended to go?

Pinkie Pie soon came by my table, placed the plate before me, then the glass of juice. I looked down at the plate, where it stand on the table. There is a motif on the 'cloth' on the table, and what I see, is clearly recognicable as Nightmare Moon, the alter ego of Princess Luna. How did I know all this, or recognise her face? Even if I figured her mane would set her apart?

Looking closer at my Cup-Cake, I realised I had made a joke out of myself, the red cherry on top of the pastrie. It clearly looks as if it had been my jigglie, either one of them, since they're identical, even more so, while in costume?

For a moment, the imamage made me feel reluctant, actually eating the pastrie. Then I recalled it is just that, a pastrie. I still took a moment, licking the cherry on the top, just for the cheer love of the image. I felt the cherry on my tongue, which clearly confirmed what it is.

Enjoying how it felt on my tongue, but this is exactly all I actually ever felt. I coudln't make it feel any exciting, as to the image as such. How ever much I may have desired it, but the image couldn't make anything for it.

I pushed the cherry to the side before slipping the pink paper peal off of the underbelly of my delicasy, before I had the first bite ino it.

Now, since I had no hands, which got into my mind, I used my teeth to pull the paper off from under it.

I had a sip of the juice, in between the birtes, then slowly chewing the soft but firm joy of it all.

It had hit me, just how good Pinkie Pie really knew her things, her job, but then. It is her very purpose in life. I could have envied her, if I went back to who I had been, even if I brarely could look back at it right now. Was this to keep me focused on who I am, or was my actualy memories truly fading? It is something I did not want to think of, if such a thought actually had come to mind. In the case, I know I would push it away. Maybe just for the joy of the momen? I love how it feels, even if I recall how some saw me as the 'Door Mat'?

Here I did have a clear cut purpose, just like my friend Pinkie Pie.

Exploration of Self: 4

Wearing clothes, does not seem not to be the norm here. Even today, some wear only a scanty suit; in order to take up the attributes of, whom ever they were dressing up as.

In the light of how little everypony is wearing, the little I actually did wear, wasn't standing out. The one thing standing out, is my bat wings; matching in colour and hue with my tail, mane and hooves.

Looking like Fluttershy apparently made me sound like her and even carry her memories; which felt odd, but surprisingly convenient on my part.

I guess it was as much the voice as the general built, from the yellow Pegasus that actually did sell my costume in the first place?

Then, all of a sudden, I realized it was my thoughts that kept me down. Kept me to the ground. Maybe I had never been a flier the likes of Rainbow Dash, but I knew I'm not the weak flyer I had made myself into becoming. I do have memories supporting it.

I may be shy; and I have been haunted by all the memories from my fillyhood, when they taunted me. Only now, I'm not in Clouds Dale, this is Ponyville. It's not the Elite of Pegasi, but the Pride of Earth Types. This wasn't from flying, but for the ideal we hold so dear. From what we had made out of ourselves, in the place none other dared to approach.

Something came into view, some Pony, so I just reacted on the mood of the day.

“Happy Nightmare Night!” I pronounced.

“Happy Nightmare Night!” she simply replied, but in a strangely sing-song voice; I knew her, I just had never expected to see her here, not at this day.

That was Zecora, apparently? Once she had passed, I chose to take flight; just the few feet, just to feel the wind under my wings, and to make the point out of it. Something just called out to me, making me desire to. Maybe it is the day, after all?

Flying with bat wings did draw something special out of me, as if it had been a Costume; within, or under the original Costume?

“Bat wings!” I just mused under my breath.

“Nightmare Moon, here I come!” suddenly came over my lips, in an eerily spooky voice; as if I was actually challenging the Mare of the moon, who had frightened little fillies and brave stallions alike; from the day she refused to call down her moon, to this very day.

There was something calling out to me; was it a feeling, or was it something else, entirely? I enjoy flying among the Ponies like this. Just high enough for my hooves to be in the height of the common mare or stallions muzzles. I'm air-born, flying just slightly faster than the common Pony would walk? I guess this was part of it.

Most everypony recognized me, naturally; I knew as much, it is obvious. On the other hoof; the attributes of the bat, largely emphasized by my now cerise wings; still made me stand out in the light of day.

Maybe it is the mood of the day, catching the aspects in a special light? I for some reason, couldn't help reveling in this; basking in the light of the new attention, not for the cheer weight of Ponies laughing at me. Like the time in Clouds Dale, when they found my week flying amusing and laughable, to the point, they ignored my feelings. Maybe some of them had actually enjoyed seeing me crumbling?

Of course; since it had to be Nightmare Night, even in Clouds Dale; maybe I should make an appearance there, just to see how well they recalled me, and for what? I know I had to be known there too, after the heroic deeds I had been portrayed. Even if this would be the actual Fluttershy, rather than me, but it just may be interesting to see their faces?

“Happy Nightmare Night!” I called out, again and again; to the Ponies I was passing.

I guess I enjoyed the day, and it isn't all that late, just yet. I hear most of them respond in kind, even if a Pony or two made a scared gasp, looked up, before they responded, now with quivering voices? The looks are priceless, as it were, I had to admit.

Maybe it is what this day was for, all along? To scare one another up? Just for the cheer jest of it? Though some, like Pinkie Pie, love the scare. Even if she still is stuck at Sugar-Cube Corner, for a few more hours?