A Nightmarish Trick

by Wandering Pigeon

Rating: mature
Tags: Dark, Trixie, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Fetish, Horror, Queen Chrysalis
Length: 4821

Trixie's ready to deliver a special Nightmare Night performance, but she isn't ready for what's actually in store for her.

Trixie has been invited to perform a special Nightmare Night show far from civilization. In a creepy old house. For some unknown pony.

This is definitely safe.

Made for the 2018 SCP: Spoopy game. Check it out now!

Warning: contains diapers, diaper usage, ABDL themes, mind control

Published 2018-10-31 15:30:02 UTC
Last updated 2018-10-31 15:30:02 UTC

Trixie Gets Spooped

Tattered, pale curtains were peeled back. Night’s light rushed in and revealed the outside world. Crunchy, brown, dead grass covered the hill below. It would have been the only thing to see for miles, but a single splash of color broke up the monotony.

A blue unicorn, straining to tug her wagon uphill. She was late. She’ll suffer extra for that.

But she was coming.

A fanged smile flashed, but faded into darkness as the curtains dropped back into place.

“Soon…”

“Gaahh!” Trixie about collapsed as she reached the top of the hill. She at least managed to unhitch herself from her wagon before flopping down on the dying grass below her.

She rested for a second, before her eyes turned up to the building before her.

A run-down house stood atop the hill. Paint peeled off the walls, the roof lacked several shingles, and the windows were all boarded up, save one that had curtains fluttering in a non-existent breeze.

Trixie narrowed her eyes at the sight. “Excuse you?”

She stood, her magic sparking to life. From inside her wagon an envelope catapulted free and landed in front of her. Withdrawing the invitation inside, she inspected it carefully, shooting glances as the shoddy house before her all the while.

“Huh…” She definitely had the right place… but did she really have the right place?

She’d been called out here as entertainment for an exclusive Nightmare Night party, but this building didn’t exactly scream “party”. The letter even implied the hostess was royalty of some kind. What royalty would host a party here?

She double, triple, quadruple-checked the note. It all seemed legitimate, right down to the signature of one “Crystal Liss” that was in an annoyingly hard to read cursive scrawl. She had to be in the upper crust if she signed her name that fancily.

“Hmmph.” Still not convinced, Trixie tucked the note back in her wagon and approached the house.

Nopony opened the door to greet her, so she gave the termite-ridden thing a knock. The door creaked open, hinges squealing enough to make her wince.

It swung open to reveal a dimly lit foyer. Candles lined the walls as well as a chandelier dangling from the ceiling. The flickered with a sickly green light, but barely made the room visible. She could hardly see faint outlines as she stepped inside.

“Hel—Eeep!” A cold wind tickled her spine. Trixie whipped around, only to find nothing.

She gulped. “Hello?” She looked back into the foyer. “The Great and Powerful Trixie has arrived.”

Candles flickered. Nopony answered.

This was getting a little creepy.

“If there’s nopony here Trixie will just... wait outside,” she decided, stepping backwards.

WHAM!

The door thundered closed, just narrowly missing her flank.

“Or not!” she squeaked, tail tucking between her legs.

Her eyes darted around, trying to find somepony, anypony. That door couldn’t possibly have closed on its own like that. Somepony was here.

“Hello?” she demanded, turning back to the candlelit room. “I kn-know you’re there.”

Still nothing.

Trixie realized she was shaking, and frowned. What was going on here? A creepy, abandoned house, a door that moved on its own, those candles… and all of it on Nightmare Night….

She narrowed her eyes. Her racing heart steadied, even if just a little.

Things suddenly became a lot more clear. A last minute invitation to perform for royalty? Much less a royal she’d never even heard of? It was all so obvious laying it out like this.

She was being pranked.

“Alright, who is it?” Trixie demanded. “Rainbow Dash? Pinkie Pie?” Starlight had told her how much they loved pranking. This kind of thing was right up their alley then; trying to spook her on a night like this.

As if they could actually pull one over on The Great and Powerful—

“Trrriiiiiixxxxiiiieee.” A row of candles blew out, leaving dark, smokey trails.

Her heart skipped a beat. That didn’t sound like Rainbow Dash or Pinkie Pie.

“Trrriiiiiixxxxiiiieee.” More candles whiffed out. But there was no wind, no… nothing.

Her brows furrowed. This wasn’t a prank, was it?

“Trrriiiiiixxxxiiiieee.” The chandelier above her darkened. There was nothing, now.

“Who’s there!” she demanded through a cracking voice. Her horn sparked to life, a beam of light cutting through the black void.

She whirled around, shining her light everywhere, only to see nothing.

Trixie’s whole body tightened. Ears flopping down, she kept scanning the room, hoping to find the source of that mysterious voice. And also dreading that exact same thing.

Darting to the door, she tried the knob. Locked. Of course, why not?

Turning around, she bucked the door. Despite rusty hinges and splintered wood, it held back her attack.

“Trrriiiiiixxxxiiiieee.”

Her blood ran cold. Thrashing wildly, she hit the door again. And again. And again.

It creaked and moaned, but it didn’t move.

“Trrriiiiiixxxxiiiieee.” A chill swept down her spine. Something was behind her.

She whirled away from the door, shining her light back into the room. She saw nothing.

Heart racing, Trixie knew she couldn’t stay here. She bolted across the room. Her light showed her a door at the back wall. She didn’t even think about it, she just ran in. Surely it would lead her to an exit, right?

Or just a long hallway.

One step inside, and the door slammed behind her. Trixie whipped her head back, but knew better than to try and open it. Her attention swiveled back to the hallway as she kept running.

“Trrriiiiiixxxxiiiieee.”

She squeaked. “Leave me alone!”

Squelch.

Trixie jutted to a stop, her body lurching from halted momentum. Her hind legs were anchored to the ground, and when her forehooves came down they made another disgusting squelch noise.

Something wet and sticky coated her hooves. She winced at the feeling as whatever it was seemed to harden against her coat. Looking down, she shined her hornlight on a sickly green goo that covered the floor.

“E-Eeeew.” She tried to pull her hooves up, but they wouldn’t budge.

Her heart thumped in her ears. She was stuck.

“No! No no no no nononononono…” Trixie yanked and tugged and pulled and flailed, but couldn’t get free from the goop.

Another chill struck her spine. “Trrriiiiiixxxxiiiieee.”

She flinched and looked back. Again, there was nothing behind her. Was she actually… alone?

“Boo,” came a soft whisper directly into her ear.

“AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!” Trixie whirled around, coming face to face with a dark, looming figure. Tattered green hair fell over her black carapace. Insect wings flitted, while a fanged mouth smiled.

Chrysalis.

“Ahahahaha!” The deposed queen cackled over Trixie’s scream.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!” She kept going, desperately trying to break free and run.

Chrysalis’ laughter settled, but she grinned wickedly. “Well well well, Trixie.”

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!”

Chrysalis narrowed her eyes. “I said—

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!”

She bared her teeth. “Shut up already!”

“AAAAAAAAAA—” Chrysalis rammed something into Trixie, silencing her.

“Stop screaming!” Chrysalis screamed, holding her hoof in place so Trixie had not choice but to remain quiet.

She still shook with fear. In fact, it took everything she had not to lose control of her bladder. After all, this was Chrysalis. She was here! And crashing Trixie’s Nightmare Night show of all things. What did she want with her?

“Ugh, finally.” Chrysalis groaned as she pushed against whatever was in Trixie’s mouth. “You’re incredibly annoying, you know that?”

Offended, Trixie would’ve fired back a scathing retort. If her legs weren’t jelly right now, that is. Instead, she struggled her to figure out what Chrysalis was keeping stuck in her mouth. Her tongue explored it, finding a small rubber bulb poking back. That, coupled with the feeling of a plastic guard against her lips led her to only one conclusion.

It was a pacifier.

“Hmm?” Worry morphed into confusion. And then back to worry when she saw Chrysalis’ wry smile.

“Now then, I’m sure you’re wondering what I plan to do with you,” Chrysalis lowered her hoof finally as she began trotting around Trixie’s trapped body. Her wing outstretched and danced over Trixie’s spine, sending a shiver through her body.

The rush of fear was waning now as Trixie’s heart rate steadied. Anger quickly jumped in its place. She spat out the pacifier, eyes glaring back at the bug monster. “The Great and Powerful Trrrrixie doesn't care about your plans. She’ll have you know she is here for a very important show and will not have it delayed by you less-than-scary tactics. Now what have you done with Crystal Liss?”

Chrysalis paused mid-circle. “...Are you serious?”

Trixie’s face scrunched up in annoyance. “Yes!”

Chrysalis’ eyelid twitched. “You idiot, I sent you that invitation!”

“...pardon?”

“Obviously!” Chrysalis sneered. “Haven’t you pieced it together yet? Chrysalis? Crystal Liss?”

The Great and Oblivious Trixie blinked. “Oooooh.”

“Oh indeed.” Chrysalis groaned as her magic lit up. Trixie’s tail lifted up, tugged by a green aura. “I’m going to enjoy this more than I thought I would.”

Trixie’s stomach tightened as her plot was exposed. “Wait, enjoy what?”

WHACK!

With a decisive blow, Chrysalis spanked her.

“AH!” Trixie yelped, her cheeks stinging.

The changeling chuckled. “That.”

WHACK! WHACK!

Trixie whimpered as Chrysalis’ hoof revisited her flanks. Her eyes watered as the stinging sensation became a burning one. “Stop that!”

WHACK!

“AH!”

Chrysalis sneered. “Are you really in the position to be giving me orders?”

Trixie sniffled through the pain. She focused her magic to the goop around her hooves, hoping to peel it away and escape. Her aura put up a good fight, but didn’t managed to do anything to the slime keeping her in place.

“Didn’t think so.” Chrysalis grabbed the pacifier on the floor with her magic, levitating it back towards Trixie’s mouth.

“Why are you doing this to me?” Trixie cried. The pacifier slipped into her mouth. She tried to spit it out, only to find magic holding it in place.

“Don’t you remember?” Chrysalis asked. “A certain incident at my hive?”

WHACK! WHACK!

“A certain you helping to ruin my plans?”

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

Her plot was on fire. Trixie couldn’t even cry out in pain, instead settling for biting down on the rubber invader in her mouth. She couldn’t even focus on her magic anymore and it dissipated.

Chrysalis took pity on the now red rump of Trixie, even dropping her tail. She circled back around to face Trixie, the noxious green glow of her horn the only light in the room.

“I have a long history of holding grudges, little filly. I fully intend to take my vengeance on all those who foiled my plans that day. Discord.” She spat the name. “That traitor Thorax.” She practically vomited. “And Starlight Glimmer.” Nothing but dripping hatred.

Her eyes slanted to Trixie, welling with disdain. “And of course, you.”

Trixie’s ears flopped down and she whimpered.

“I figured start small. You know, build my way up to the hard ones,” she grinned at her own put down. “But don’t worry, I’ve prepared the perfect punishment for you.”

Trixie shivered. She didn’t even want to know what was going to happen to her. All she knew is she had to escape. Badly.

Her horn sparked to life. What she could do with it, she didn’t know, but she was going to try something.

“Mmph!” she cried, firing a thin beam of magic at Chrysalis.

It was easily dodged.

Trixie gulped. Chrysalis’ disapproving glare told her that little act of rebellion hadn’t gone over well.

She tucked her tail in, worried her aching plot was about to suffer for her rebellion. But Chrysalis surprised her by keeping her anger to a calm rage.

The changeling reached down, running her hoof through the green slime that coated the floor. She lifted a clump free, somehow able to avoid getting stuck as she brought it up to Trixie’s head.

“Mmm…” Trixie tried to lean back, but had nowhere to go. She winced as Chrysalis pressed the slime against her horn, rubbing and spreading it around.

It was cold and sticky. Expected, but the sensation still made her gasp. Once it covered her horn, Chrysalis finally pulled away and smirked. That couldn’t be a good sign.

Trixie had a sinking suspicion of what had just happened. Almost afraid, she tried to summon her magic.

And nothing happened.

Her stomach dropped like a rock. “No!” she cried, renewing her struggle against her slimy bonds. “No no no!”

Chrysalis chuckled. “Not so Great and Powerful now, are you?” Her magical aura surrounded the poor mare and pulled her up.

Trixie finally snapped free from the floor goo, but she was by no means free. Chrysalis carried her as she walked even further down the hall. Any struggle was snuffed out by the magic that held her; all her muffled screams went unheard.

“Now I’m sure you’re dying to know what I have in store for you,” Chrysalis said as her hooves clacked along old floorboards.

Trixie whimpered.

“Oh come now, it shouldn’t be that hard to guess,” Chrysalis teased. “After all, what exactly do you think you’re suckling on right now?”

Suckling? Trixie looked down to see the subtle bobbing of the plastic guard. She was suckling on her pacifier! And she hadn’t even noticed.

She stopped, and immediately tried to spit it out again. Chrysalis cackled. “Oh this is just going to be so much fun.”

They reached a lone door at the end of the hall before too long. Chrysalis flashed a heinous smile back at Trixie as she turned the knob and threw it open. “Welcome to your punishment, little filly.”

Trixie gulped. The otherside of the door was thankfully illuminated, bringing an end to the relentless darkness around her. But that was the only good news.

The bad news was what was inside the room. While it was still as old and rickety as the rest of the building, there were some distinctly new additions.

A crib stood dead center. Beside it, a play pen full of toys. A rolled up changing mat sat in the corner, right next to a small chest of supplies.

Trixie wanted to shrink into nothingness. Chrysalis’ ominous tease about the pacifier was starting to make a lot more sense.

“Mmmm…” she whined.

“Hush little filly,” Chrysalis chided. She winked. “Unless you want another spanking that is.”

Trixie bit down on the rubber nipple as she was levitated in the room. The door slamming closed made her wince.

Chrysalis dropped her unceremoniously. Trixie plopped on the ground, right on her burning plot.

“Ow!” She cried, the pacifier finally slipping from her mouth.

“Now no dilly dallying, my little filly.” Chrysalis smirked as she nudged her head over to the changing mat. “Let’s get you changed. You’re not the only foal I have plans for tonight.”

Trixie’s blood ran cold at the thought. She was actually serious about this? She wanted to diaper the Great and Powerful Trixie as if she were a common foal? Absolutely not.

She scampered to her hooves and leapt for the door. No good. Chrysalis’ magic was too fast for her.

Dragged by the tail, Trixie found herself heading for the changing mat. It unfurled with a flick of magic and she was pushed on top of it.

“Such a rambunctious foal,” Chrysalis tutted. “But don’t worry, your Mommy knows just how to calm you down.”

“Excuse yo—MMPHF!” The pacifier returned to Trixie’s mouth. Before she could spit it out, Chrysalis hit her with a new burst of magic.

The edge of her vision tinted green for a moment. Trixie shrunk back as she was caught by Chrysalis’ glowing eyes and couldn’t escape. The sensation passed after a moment, leaving her a little confused.

She moved a hoof up to smack away her pacifier, but—

Good filly What?! Love your paci.

Suckle. Be a good filly. You want your paci.

Keep it in. You’re a good filly Suckle on your paci.

Suckle What is happening?! Good filly.

Love your paci Good girl ...no… You want your paci.

Trixie blinked slowly and lowered her hoof. All those soothing, calm voices in her head… She didn’t want to lose her paci.

Trixie suckled, letting the rhythm of her lips calm her down ever so slightly. She was still kidnapped, still in danger, but this was… nice.

Chrysalis merely chuckled. “Too easy,” she mused as her hoof guided Trixie to lie down.

Still suckling, Trixie found she barely paid attention as Chrysalis withdrew a diaper from the supplies chest, lifted her legs up, and threaded her tail through the hole in the back. She was just getting lost in the moment. Right up until Chrysalis nudged her legs down.

And her flanks felt the padding.

“Mmp!” Trixie flinched. It wasn’t just from the pain of glowing plot. The feeling of the fluffy padding, it was like a wake up call. She was about to be diapered like a little filly!

Even though she kept suckling, Trixie was far from calm. She kicked and flailed, renewing her escape efforts. Chrysalis wasn’t even upset. She laughed, enjoying the desperate mare’s last hurrah.

With more force than necessary, Chrysalis grabbed Trixie’s hind legs and threw them down. She held them down as her magic went to work. Trixie whimpered into her pacifier as the diaper crawled up her waist and sealed her in padding. The fluffy interior rubbed against every part of her posterior, not to mention her marehood. Her face went as pink as her flanks in a hot second.

“MmmMmm!” she cried, thrashing about. “Mmmph! Mmmrr!”

Chrysalis laughed. “Oh, this is just delicious!” She stepped back as Trixie squirmed around. “Truly the perfect punishment for an upstart such as yourself.”

“Mmm…” Trixie whined. She was stuck on the ground as she got used to her newly spread gait. Each wiggle of her body sent her padding rubbing up against her in new, unwanted ways. Her face only got more and more flushed as this went on, until she finally managed to roll over onto her belly and find her footing.

WHACK!

“MMMPH!” Trixie wasn’t prepared for Chrysalis’ hoof to crack across her flank. Her snout met the floor as her whole body shook from the impact. Her stinging plot burned as tears leapt from her eyes.

“You didn’t think I was finished with you, did you?” Chrysalis asked. WHACK! “We’ve only just begun.”

Trixie sniffled and moaned. There was going to be more? Wasn’t the sight of her trapped in a diaper enough?

“Now now, no crying.” Chrysalis sat down, levitating Trixie into her lap. “Your Mommy isn’t going to hurt you.”

Trixie shuddered as her body was pressed up against Chrysalis’ carapace. Not going to hurt her? What did she call all that spanking then?

“Of course, you are going to suffer.” A fanged smile sent shivers down Trixie’s spine. She attempt to struggle free, but Chrysalis only held her tighter in her hooves.

A magical green aura poked around inside the supplies chest again. Trixie bit down on her pacifier, worried Chrysalis was going to subject her to another diaper.

But instead, a large foal bottle was removed from the chest, milk sloshing about inside. Trixie gulped. That wasn’t much better honestly.

The bottle flew over, and Chrysalis popped Trixie’s pacifier out of her mouth. Whatever comfort it had been offering was ripped away. Stress and tension hit her body, and she seized up.

“Oooh.” Chrysalis wiped away one of the wayward tears from Trixie’s cheek. “Don’t cry little one. You’ll get your paci back real soon. But first...”

“Mmm!” The amber nipple of the bottle shoved itself into her mouth.

Her lips started moving immediately, and her body calmed down again. Whatever Chrysalis had done to her to make her suckle that pacifier still had a hold on her.

It took only seconds before milk spilled into her mouth. It was sweet, warm, and rich. Coupled with the suckling she was constantly doing, it was almost relaxing.

She sunk into her captor's grip and sighed, just taking a moment to drink. With all the craziness that had hit her just now, she hadn’t really gotten a chance to just calm down. It was nice.

That is, until Trixie looked up and saw the evil smirk of Chrysalis again.

Seriously, what was she doing? She had to get out of here, right now!

“MMMPH!” Trixie fought against Chrysalis’ hold, putting every part of her relaxed body towards the idea of escape. It was sluggish and sloppy, but she was putting up a fight.

“Hmm, seems you’re still not aware of just how much of a little foal you are,” Chrysalis mused. “I’d hoped it be obvious by now: you don’t stand a chance, little filly.”

“Mmmf!” Trixie hissed from behind her baba.

Chrysalis narrowed her eyes for a moment, but then turned around and grinned. “Maybe you’re so rowdy because you need to go to the bathroom.

Trixie froze. ...WHAT?!

Chrysalis’ horn glowed again. “Yes… I think somefilly really needs to use her diapee right about now.”

But I don’t have to go. Trixie thought as her vision tinted green once again. I don’t have to go… right?

Be a good filly. Use your diapee You need to go potty.
Make a mess. NO! No way! Go poopie for Mommy. Let it all out, sweetie.
I don’t have to… You need to go potty. Your poor tummy is all upset. Just go poopie
Go poopie, sweetie. Use your diapers like a good filly. I don’t… Use your diapers.
Use your diapers. Use your diapers. But… Use your diapers…

Now that she thought about it… there was a distinct pressure in her bowels. Use it. Good girl.

Trixie pushed unconsciously. Make a poopy. She grunted into her amber nipple.

She messed herself.

Still suckling on her bottle, Trixie almost didn’t notice at first. A mushy log pushed itself into her diaper while she drank. The steaming mess made the padding crinkle, forcing it to make room.

Her eyes went wide with the warm mush cozied up to her flanks, however. There was no ignoring it now, but she could only scream as her body continued to push.

More and more, she didn’t stop pooping for a long time. Chrysalis cackled as her diaper bulged, growing lumpier as more and more mess entered.

The pristine padding she’d just been stuck in was now turning brown. Yet still, Trixie continued to mess. She whimpered into her amber nipple, out of milk to enjoy. All her senses had now was her mess.

A stench so bad she could practically taste it. The feeling of warm, mushy goop clinging to her plot. The sounds of her grunting and wet farts to accompany it. The sight of her expanding diaper, now a dark brown.

She sobbed. Chrysalis could even make her do this? There was no escaping at this point. The Stinky and Infantile Trixie was nothing compared to the Queen of the Changelings. She was utterly trapped. And she was terrified.

“What a good girl!” Chrysalis cooed as Trixie pushed out the last of her mess. She plucked the bottle from Trixie’s bobbing lips, forcing her back into a state of stress and panic. “I knew you had to go poopie.”

“I didn’t!” Trixie cried, tears running down her face. “I didn’t!” She kicked her legs, but only agitated the mess between her thighs.

“Aww, you don’t think you made a poopie in your diapees?” Chrysalis smuggly asked.

“No! I didn’t! I’m a big girl!” Trixie wailed. Denial was all she had left now. This couldn’t be real. This had to be some crazy Nightmare Night hallucination, or something! She wouldn’t actually poop herself like this, would she?

“So you don’t need a diaper change then? You’re all clean?” Chrysalis levitated her up, and spun her so they were face to face.

“I-I’m not a filly,” Trixie whimpered, sniveling.

“Really? Well if you don’t have a dirty diaper, then it shouldn’t be a problem if I do, say… this!” Chrysalis brought Trixie down, balancing her messy diaper on her hind leg.

Trixie squeaked as her mess was shoved against her, the shame spreading to new areas. “Stop!”

“What’s that?” Chrysalis flicked her ear. “My little filly wants bouncies?”

“No!”

An ear-splitting grin. “Okay then. Bouncies it is!” Chrysalis yelled.

She bounced her leg up and down again, forcing Trixie to go along with her. The messy diaper was jostled, pressed into Trixie by Chrysalis’ leg, and then Trixie pressed into it by gravity.

Chrysalis bounced her again, and again. A cycle of up and down sent the flood of mush in Trixie’s diaper into an uproar. It plopped around with messy squishes, pushing and squelching against her. It was the last thing her tender plot needed. Still brutalized from the spankings she’d received, now it was being knocked around yet again.

Trixie wailed, feeling every last detail of her behind, her marehood, and her thighs getting coated in warm mush. There was no escape; Chrysalis held her in place, forelegs behind her back. She was completely at the changeling’s mercy.

They bounced like that for sometime. Changelings may run on love, but it seemed like Chrysalis was fueled by misery. She seemed to have an endless reserve of energy for tormenting Trixie like this.

At some point, Trixie felt like she was about to pass out. She’d cried herself out, even running out of tears. All she was left with was puffy eyes and snivels.

Finally, mercifully, Chrysalis stopped. Trixie was allowed to flop onto the floor. She managed a pitiful crawl, as if she could get away while the changeling stood up beside her.

“Ah ah ah.” Chrysalis’ green aura surrounded her. “Looks like my little filly is all tuckered out, isn’t she?” Trixie was levitated up once more. “Why don’t we put you to bed?” She gestured to the crib.

Trixie tried to cross her hind legs, but her gait was spread too wide. “C-Can’t you change me now?”

Chrysalis cocked her head, feigning confusion. “But my little filly said she didn’t use her diapee. And I know she wouldn’t lie to me. Silly girl.”

Trixie whimpered. That damn pacifier floated back up to her mouth, but she just accepted it. She suckled, seeking any comfort she can get.

Chrysalis brought her over to the crib, and laid her down on the plasticy mattress. She was actually serious about not changing Trixie.

“Now you just wait right there,” Chrysalis told her. “Your Mommy has a busy Nightmare Night ahead of her. You’re not the only fool I have to punish tonight. But I’ll be back when you wake up, I promise.”

Trixie sniffled. This wasn’t even over? She threw herself at the bars of the crib, a last ditch effort to get out of this nightmare. It rattled, but otherwise did nothing.

“Oh silly filly, that’s not how you go to sleep.” Chrysalis reignited her horn. “Here, let me help you.”

That green tint returned to Trixie’s vision. No, I won’t let her do this to me again!

Sleep. Tired. Go to bed. No! Sleep. Tired. Go to bed. No! Sleep. Tired. Go to bed. No. Sleep. Tired. Go to bed. No. Sleep. Tired. Go to bed. no. Sleep. Tired. Go to bed. no. Sleep. Tired. Go to bed. ...no… Sleep. Tired. Go to bed. ...no… Sleep. Tired. Go to bed. Sleep. Tired. Go to bed. Sleep. Tired. Go to bed. Sleep. Tired. Go to bed.

Her head sank against a small pillow. Her body felt like a rock. Sleep. Tired. Go to bed. She was exhausted, fighting to keep her eyelids open. Sleep. Tired. Go to bed...

The last thing Trixie saw before passing out was Chrysalis trotting towards the door, chuckling.

“Night night, little filly. I hope you despise your new life, cause it’s not ending for a long, long time.”

Her maniacal cackles welcomed Trixie to dreamland.

She was doomed.

Author's Note

In many respects, this one is pretty similar to Tender Love and Hauntings. I mean, a pony arrives at a mysterious building, is locked in, and treated then like a foal. They were written years apart from each other, and I actually didn't go back to Tender Love when writing this, so I guess this is sort of my default horror scenario or something.

On the whole I feel like the two are different enough in content and in tone that I'm not worried about repeating myself or falling in a rut or anything, especially given the circumstances behind the writing. Though I do wish I had something to be a buffer in between the close releases. Oh well.

Once again, please go check out the newest SCP: Spoopy release. If you like my stuff you'll definitely like that game because I helped write it!

And have a happy Nightmare Night guys!