Rising Crust’s pastry shop was filled to the brim with ponies, a line going outside and wrapping around the corner. Loose Lip was sitting in a corner with some old academy friends over one of the owner’s famous pumpkin pies.

“So you had tea with the princess? That’s amazing!”

“What’s she like?”

“Can she read minds?”

“Is she single?”

Everyone looked at the green stallion asking the question. “What? Couldn’t hurt to ask.”

As the rest laughed, another, younger stallion with a green coat and blue and yellow hair looked over at Loose Lip.

“So, Loose… you know how you travel a lot? And can’t ever talk about it?”

“Yeah,” Loose Lip said as he took another bite of pie.

“So are you, uh, are you a spy?”

Loose Lip began choking, retching over his plate before frantically grabbing his milk and downing it, gasping for air. “What kind of question is that,” he choked out as he forced air back into his lungs.

“One we all agreed on,” answered a pony with sunglasses and two empty cider bottles. “I mean, we’re friends, but you hardly ever tell us, like, anything, bro.” He leaned back and took a swig of cider number three, then burped and looked at Loose Lip, making the latter nervous.

“Uh… well, it’s just very important, sensitive work I do.”

“Sensitive means juicy right?” said the green pony. “Something you’re just dying to tell someone? Anyone?” He put his hooves on the table and leaned over. “I mean, surely not everything is super important. Just something innocuous. Like Princess Luna’s favorite color.”

“Well...” Loose pondered. Everyone leaned in. He supposed he owed it to his friends to open up a little about his life. Maybe something unimportant. But funny. Princess Luna, huh? Then he remembered.

“There is one thing I found out today… and it technically isn’t top secret, though I did kinda promise.” Thinking about the princess’ words, and her love for pranks, this probably wasn’t even true, anyway. It was just too ridiculous.

“Alright, fine. There is one thing I can tell you.”

Loose’s friends listened intently.

✳ ✳ ✳ ✳ ✳

It was finally time for sunset, and a crowd of hundreds had gathered in Canterlot Park where a stage had been set up in front of the Lunar Pedestal, a huge, silver sculpture of a crescent moon set upon a marble dais. On the stage was Princess Celestia, the last, golden rays of sunlight filtered through her waving rainbow mane, casting a dazzling prismatic light over the crowd.

When she spoke, the crowd went silent.

“Greetings, my dear subjects. As you all know, fall is in full bloom, and our days are getting shorter. And it is time for this day, to end.”

The princess’s horn glowed and the sun dipped into the horizon, pulling the curtain of night over the land of Equestria. Stars began to shimmer as the twilight dimmed into blackness.

“But this night, as you well know, is not like other nights. For tonight, the Dream Realm leaks into our reality, and terror waits behind every tree and stone and corner in all the land. I wish I could keep you all safe. But during this night, my powers wane. Steel yourselves, everypony. Your fates are now in the hooves of… oh no. Can you hear it? She’s already coming!”

Fog crept onto the stage as the crowd gasped and looked around. Some of the fillies and colts shivered even as their smiling parents held them close. Celestia crept back down the stairs behind the temporary stage and winked at her Luna.

“You’re up, sis.”

Luna smiled at Celestia and took a deep breath, climbing up the stage behind the fog.

“My sister is right… tonight is a dreadful night. Where the dead walk, the ghouls stalk, and creepy creatures crawl out of every nook and cranny. And your fates are in the hooves of I,” she boomed, now using the Royal Canterlot Voice for dramatic effect as her silhouette grew in the fog. She chuckled as she emerged from the fog.

“The Princess of the Night!”

Gasps echoed back at her from the enthralled crowd. Those acting lessons her sister had recommended had really paid off for Luna. For her, this was one of the best parts of Nightmare Night. The intro.

“I see many unfamiliar faces here, tonight,” she mused. “Skeletons. Vampires. Cobbled-together monstrosities of science,” she said, looking at a pony dressed as Frankenstallion’s monster. “A pity. I had so hoped to feast on pony flesh. If you see any, send them my way.” The princess licked her lips for emphasis. “And if I happen to catch anyone, well… you’d better have plenty of candy to tempt me away.”

The princess walked across the stage, her hoof falls echoing in the park. As she looked over the crowd, she frowned. Some of the costumes she was seeing, especially among the mares, were more… risque than she remembered. Didn’t witches wear long black robes? Quite a few were in fishnets. The vampire women were trying desperately to show the curves of their flanks. And even a stallion dressed as Bayson Vorhooves had the mask right, but the tight pair of swim briefs he wore was leaving virtually nothing to the imagination.

I know Celestia calls me a prude but… surely this isn’t right. It’s a holiday mostly for children. Were the costumes always like this? Is it just my imagination? Maybe her sister was right and this was perfectly normal. Even so, that did little to quell the warmth growing in Luna’s loins. As long as she kept calm, however, her private-masking spell would hide any excitement her subjects would cause her. She cleared her throat and continued on.

“Of course you all wouldn’t be here if there wasn’t cause for merriment. Food. Drink. Candy. And games aplenty. But be sure to share some of the spoils with your dear Princess… for if I’m not sated, I’ll have to switch meal plans. And especially for any of you foals listening. Beware! For if I catch you… I’ll gobble you up. Muahahahahahahahaha!”

Luna’s arced her head back as she laughed maniacally, raising the moon into the sky to beam its dim, silver glow down on the realm. Oh, how she loved this night. Having people genuinely look forward to seeing her each year brightened her night. She was so thankful for her sister giving her this wonderful moment.

A moment that was shattered by four little words.

“Yeah! With your cock! Heheheh!”

Luna’s eyes went wide and she froze. Surely that was just her imagination. There were murmurs in the crowd. Luna scanned them all and saw some looking at a drunken pony with sunglasses ambling towards the stage, cider bottle in hand, reeking of alcohol.

“I beg your pardon,” Luna said out loud. The presentation was over, so it couldn’t hurt to reassure herself that she’d misheard.

“Yeah, you he-hic-heard me,” the stallion continued. “You’ll eat ‘em with yer… yer, big, huge, cock.” The pony stumbled as he reached the stage. Now that the princess had for certain heard what he had to say, her eyes narrowed.

“Come up here,” Luna commanded. She intended to have a word with this pony. The crowd parted to make way for the green pony as he ambled drunkenly towards the stage, downing the last of his cider before tossing the bottle away. He climbed onto the stage and Luna stepped forward.

“Just what do you think you’re doing,” she whispered angrily at the pony. “And why are you wearing sunglasses? It’s night!”

“You jus- hic- jus’ don’t get to change the subject like that. I heard everything from… from whatzizface! Loozeliz… Lube drip… Loose Lip! Loose Lip told me allllllll about it. You’ve got a DICK! And you use it to EAT PONIES!”

Many in the crowd simply went silent, the awkwardness of this terrible moment confusing the ponies. Luna felt her heart beat faster. This stallion was ruining everything.

“I think you need to leave, sir,” she said, when suddenly, she saw the drunkard circle around her and put his hand between her thighs. “Why you insolent… guards!” Luna whipped around.

“This is a night of wholesome family entertainment, sir,” she said as the guards approached. But she was so enraged at this buffoon that she didn’t notice when they suddenly stopped, or why. There was a gasp from the ponies below as something very large appeared under Luna’s hips.

“That you would come here, inebriated no less, and accost a mare in front of everyone is… is unacceptable! I have half a mind to… to… Oh no...”

That’s when she saw it. The hulking form of her erect penis now visible to everyone. It throbbed, bobbing beneath her belly. “Er… n-nothing to see here, citizens,” Luna announced, sweating nervously.

“It’s huge.”

“What the hay!”

“Wow! What a freak! You think she strokes it to the other princesses?”

Luna frowned. Are they… are they making fun of me?

“Everyone remain calm. There’s absolutely nothing to fear.” The green stallion disagreed.

“W-why does it feel like it’s looking at me?”

Like a cobra, Luna’s black schlong snapped forward, engulfing the pony’s head its opening, the stallion screaming in confusion and fear inside the princess’ glans. Luna’s eyes clenched shut as a sensation she hadn’t felt in over a thousand hears suddenly returned, and she whimpered. Her cock bucked and there was a slurp as the pony was tugged in up to his shoulders inside Luna’s rod, the black organ expanding to accept its first victim in over a millennium. Luna attempted to turn and push the pony out, but the feeling. It was too much.

“Sweet Celestia,” she whispered, legs trembling.

The green stallion kicked and wiggled, but all it did was speed up his journey into Luna’s body. Soon he was up to his hips into the throbbing cock, Luna’s face contorting as she moaned loud enough to convince everyone that this was no stage act. With a few more jerks, the drunken pony was drawn through Luna’s erection. The crowd watched as he was then slowly deposited into the princess’ ballsack, the heavy scrotum swelling up and drooping almost to the ground from the added weight. It began swinging about as the pony inside struggled and screamed. When it was all over, Luna groaned, her tongue hanging from her mouth, sweat glistening on her brow like stars in a midnight sky.

It was then that the first screams were heard. No longer transfixed by the sight of one pony devouring another, and with a penis, no less, the crowd went into a panic, ponies darting every which way, grabbing foals and special someponies alike in an attempt to flee.

“She’s a monster! A MONSTER!”

“Everyone save yourselves!”

“I want my mommy!”

Luna recollected her senses and raised a hoof. “No, wait! It was a mistake! No, an illusion! Yes, a prank! I’m still your Princess of the Night!”

Luna’s eyes watered. This couldn’t be happening. Not again! Not after all the hard work she’d put into her appearance over the past few years. Her efforts at connecting with her subjects. Making sure they knew the real her. How much she loved them. It wasn’t fair!. This was her night to be special. To be loved! And the stupid pony now stewing in her balls had gone and ruined it. They thought she was a monster!

Luna wiped her eyes, now reddened with tears. How dare they mock her. First they make fun of her, and now they scream in terror over a pony they’ve known for years now!

“Very well… if it be a monster you crave… then a monster you shall receive!”

Luna spread her wings and swooped down into the crowd. A mare, seeing a shadow growing around her in the moonlight, turned around just in time to see the empty blackness of Luna’s urethra spreading wide open...

Author's Note

Yeah, sorry for this being very last-minute. Was very sick for the past few days. Hopefully it meets expectations, whatever those may have been.