We Are The Night.

by Rue Lucia

Rating: teen
Tags: Slice of Life, Drama, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Bat Pony, Comedy, Other
Length: 1459

A collection of short stories about nothing but Bat Ponies! Each spending Nightmare Night in a unique way, under the grace of the moon.

A collection of short stories about Bat Ponies!

It's Nightmare Night in Equestria and all across the land, Bat Ponies of all kinds are enjoying the night in their own unique way.

Be it with family.

Alone with their thoughts.

Running from clowns.

Singing to the beauty of the night.

Or

Trying to claim the worlds largest pumpkin.

Anything can happen.

When You Are The Night.

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Published 2017-10-06 23:30:07 UTC
Last updated 2017-10-06 23:30:07 UTC

It's The Great Pumpkin Skree-Skree! Part.1.

Nightmare Night was a time Skree-Skree adored, not because of the clear cool nights nor the bright stars lighting up the world in a beautiful twilight. It was due to the fact that on this night alone, ponies seemed to just throw away all types of sweets.

Sweets she would claim as her own.

From those fruity little Mango Pops.

Oddly Sour Tarts.

Devilishly delicious Dunk Em’s.

And even her favorite Pumpkin Pies!

Just sitting on window sills for anypony to take, their lovely aromas filling the air like a cascade of flavor nay a parade of flavor!

Cascades or Parades, it did not matter any, it all called for a raid.

Which is what she would do, this night flying through the clouds high above. Her slitted violet eyes kept a close eye on the town of Ponyville below, the scents of hundreds of flavors driving her towards the edge.

She just had to strike a small bit, to tide her hunt over.

Plunging to the world below, she let the cool air caress her soft fluffy coat.

Zipporwhill cantered down the empty path towards AJ’s Farm, the path was truly dark and twisted at night. Her small frame shivering, even though she was dressed as a cute little teddy this year.

Keeping up her pace, she kept her thoughts of the party ahead in her mind, to help calm her nerves from the silent path. A shadow quickly flashing behind her as she froze in place, spinning around to see nothing but the abyss.

“Anypony there? Are you the friend or the foe? Even as a foe, couldn’t we still be friends?” Zipporwhill spoke in a sweet and innocent tone, the darkness never lifting as no reply was made.

“I’ll be going now! Bye stay safe!” She spoke slowly as she swallowed a large lump in her throat, turning around to come face to face with glowing eyes inside a nearby bush.

They were a sharp violet hue, slitted upward yet was not frightening at all. Instead they sparkled in a beautiful innocent way.

The filly couldn’t help but break into giggles, the sound melodic and sweet. Filling the silent cold sky with warmth, spreading an innocent vibe across the land.

“Hello Bright Eyes! Do you want a Sour Patch Filly?” Zipporwhill asked the glowing eyes politely, receiving a mere bat of the lashes.

“Ah! Of course not, it is a night for the sweets! How about a Mango Pop?” She squeed sweetly and dug into her small bag of candy, removing a brightly colored orange sucker.

The eyes vanished from view before a small grey muzzle poked out of the bush cutely, it was far more fluffy than a normal ponies and twice as cute.

“Here you go! Stay safe Bright Eyes, I love you!” Zipporwhill placed the pop into the mouth of the creature softly.

“Mmm. Skreee.” The muzzle suckled the pop softly, whispering a polite skree and vanishing from sight.

The filly smiled, a new song filling her heart. She cantered away down the open path, everything around her seeming just a bit brighter.

Skree-Skree fluttered through the sky happily, a small pop sticking out the side of her mouth while she suckled on its blast of fruity flavor.

It was a party in her mouth and for once she was invited.

Her coat fluffed out in the crisp wind of the night, it felt like a large brush simply grooming her coat lovingly. This night was great, nothing could top a Mango Pop.

Her violet eyes snapped down to a forgotten patch of land near The Everfree, a treasure like no other in plain view. A pumpkin the size of at least ten nay twenty Bat Ponies, sat in the middle of an abandoned patch alone and for the taking.

Skree-Skree watched it seem to glow in the pale moonlight, her chest heaving wildly before she bolted towards it like a lightning strike.

Soon her small fluffy frame clung to the side of the massive fruit, drool flowing down her chin from both sides and splashing onto the soil softly.

Her whole body shivering on the verge of ecstasy, she could only muster one thing.

“EEEEEEEEEeeeeee!”

What If It Was Me?

“EEEeeeee!” Moon Lily could hear the faint echo of a fellow Bat Pony in the distance, her wild tufts upon the tips of her ears perking up softly.

At least somepony found a treasure tonight, she gazed a single red hue down to a muddy puddle of water at her hooves. Her reflection that of a pony she didn’t know, one swollen black eye on the side of her face.

Once clean and soft black coat, now tangled with twigs,mud and filth. Her white mane in a complete mess, a few chunks of it missing from the side after her rumble tonight.

A fight she never wanted, the droplets of crimson rolling down her chin splashing into the murky depths of the puddle below.

The Bat Mare sat alone on the side of the empty path, near the outskirts of Ponyville. The wind chill and icy, causing her body to shiver in place not of fear but sorrow.

Jumped because she was simply different, ponies around these parts play it safe and act all mature. But there are few, who when under the safety of night will show their true colors.

Not a color at all, but a shade.

One so dark, no light can escape.

The shade of hate.

The sound of hooves stamping upon the ground came near, Lily lifted her head slightly as she gazed down the path in silence. A group of six ponies dressed in various outfits came into view, laughing about the festivities of the night.

The laughter slowly dying down as they came closer, one by one walking past the mare. Never making eye contact with a fallen Bat Pony, why should they anyways, it would solve nothing.

A ponies heart is coated in thoughts of their own, not others.

“Keep going! Be Blind!” Lily snapped in a hiss, her voice carried across the night sky.

The group rushing off into the abyss, their mocking laughter filling the skies above or perhaps just echoing in her mind?

Limping home, Lily kept her one good eye ahead of her. Wings aching in pain from her thrashing, unable to even lift her off the ground. It would be a long walk home, one quiet enough to give her time to think about life.

“Help…” A weak voice wafted on the breeze.

Lily batted lashes gently, her tufts listening closer for another hint. The sound of whimpers coming from the nearby bank below, the small pond glistening in the beauty of the moon.

Weakly scooting off the beaten path, she slid down the nearby hill and came to the bank of the pond. Scoffing slightly at the sight of a dumb pony, trapped under a large fallen branch of a tall oak.

He was pinned tightly on the shallows of the pond, his neck bent upwards to keep himself from drowning in a few inches of water. Though from his soaked face, she would’ve thought he’d been struggling in that area.

“Please...help.” He moaned his ears pinned back in defeat, those pale blue eyes watching her closely.

“Hmmm. Perhaps one of your own, will be on their way…” Lily whispered in a barely audible tone, the stallion narrowing eyes in uncertainty.

“Hours...tired...weak.” The stallion sighed muzzle sinking at long last into the shallows, his face submerged into the dark waters.

Lily could see the bubbles slowly drift up to the surface, fading away into the calm of the night. The mare could feel the eyes of the passing ponies, never giving her the time of day. Her wings twitched at the pain of hooves smashing into her backside, the taste of blood staining her lips.

With a sudden surge of strength she swooped down, hooves burning with pain she lifted the large branch off the pony. Pushing it aside with a mighty thud, as it splashed into the depths in a loud crash.

Lily swiftly pulling the stallion onto dry land, both collapsing into the grass in defeat the sound of their gasps breaking the silence.

“Why did you help me?” He panted in a deep controlled pattern.

“I asked myself. What if it was me?” Lily replied a single tear rolling down her cheek, body shivering in a icy chill.

Yet the firm grasp of a hoof was felt, wrapping around her slender body. The stallion hugging her lovingly in a tender embrace, for the first time this night her heart calmed.

She finally felt warmth.