In the Heat of the Night... No, Sweetie Belle, We Are NOT Having a Siesta! ( >д<)

"Are you sure we've got this set up right?" Scootaloo asked.

In the past hour, the interior of the Cutie Mark Crusader's clubhouse had changed rather dramatically. The table, for one thing, had been dragged to the side of the room to make way for an elaborate arrangement of candles (actually tealights) and... what looked to be crayon lines, connecting and joining together in an inscrutable sigil on the floor. Five pointed all together, and a circle overlapping, with Applebloom standing in the center.

Applebloom sighed and help up the book's illustration.

"If you think you can read this any better than I can, be my guest."

Scootaloo stared hard at the scribbly, otherworldly writing. Almost all a mix of sigils and symbols, certainly not any words in Equestrian she recognized...

Scootaloo frowned and backed up a bit.

"Alright fine. What are we supposed to do next?"

Applebloom stuck her tongue out between her teeth and studied the strange writings on the book's pages. They'd definitely gotten the diagram right, it was as correct as it could be, given Sweetie's crayon-work... Oh, and there were some words, too! Near the bottom of the page... labeled 'Incantation'.

"I think one of us is s'posed to stand in the center and say this bit." Applebloom shoved the passage in question under Scootaloo's nose and pointed to it wildly. "See? This bit."

"Hold on, lemme actually see it!" Scootaloo brushed Applebloom's pointing away and squared up for another look at the supposedly legible portion of the book. "What the... this doesn't look like Equestrian to me!"

"Yeah, but at least they're using actual letters!" Sweetie Belle piped in.

"Exactly," Applebloom said. "You two stand on either side, like it shows here and here... and then I stand in the center and say the thing."

"This seems really complicated just for a spell to grow wings," Sweetie Belle said.

"All the more reason it should work!" Applebloom said. She pulled the book up and took a closer look at it.

"Uh... geez, these are some weird words... I'll try my best though. Uh... Ahem!" Applebloom cleared her throat loudly.

"Uh... "S-salve, salve?'? Uh... 'Est quiss...'...quees?... Leg... 'legere hoc?'

A cool breeze blew in the window, but it had already been doing that, so nopony seemed particularly interested.

"What the heck are you saying?" Scootaloo asked, her nose wrinkled.

"I dunno. It's just some old language or something. Lemme try the rest."

"I told you this wasn't going to work. Can we get to battle-axes already?"

"Ooh, or frilly things!"

"Shush! Lemme finish." Applebloom cleared her throat again. "'Auxilio... ope, in me... monastary... monasterium... virginum capti... et facit ut effingo...'"

"She sounds like she's ordering a pizza," Scootaloo whispered to Sweetie under her breathe. Sweetie Belle giggled.

Applebloom raised one eyebrow, but tried her best to ignore the distraction. Reading these words at all was hard work enough.

"'...mihi de his libros giant.'... Ego eaque suppo-na-tur,'... aught... 'aut... aliquid'... demon... 'daemonium ut adhiberet?' 'Quaeso, iustum auxilium'... Ooh, I like this bit! 'Stercus, stercus, stercus, moriturus sum!'"

The cool breeze continued to blow. Outside, scatters of laughing Nightmare Night costumers drifted through the trees. A tealight on of the sigil's five points flickered slightly. But that was it.

"Another bust?" Applebloom said. Her bottom lip bulged out.

"Aw, don't worry, Applebloom! I bet there's gotta be at least one spell in there that works," Sweetie Belle said. She move out of her spot on the side of the sigil and came to give Applebloom a big hug.

Her forelegs passed through air, and in front of her eyes, Applebloom appeared to fall apart, like wisps of campfire smoke caught in a strong breeze. One moment, there was a whole, yellow filly, standing in the middle of this strange circle... the next moment, the strands of her were blowing through the air... and then she was gone.

"Oh my gosh... where did Applebloom go?" Scootaloo yelled.

Where Applebloom had gone was somewhere, initially, very dark. Then, very dark and red. Then both of those things at once, with specks of white, like flecks of bone on a giant canvas of lava. There were no objects. Just color, in every direction, stretching out her senses and permeating inside her head. When she closed her eyes, still it was there. She opened them, and then forgot whether they were already open. She clutched them very tightly shut and held herself close and hoped against hope that this was just the very elaborate start of a water-park slide cutie mark.

When Applebloom opened her eyes next, she was no longer alone. Another pony was standing next to her—or, what initially looked like a pony.

The figure matched the illustration in the book quite accurately, but there were areas and accents that hadn't been properly captured, or perhaps couldn't be. The drawing in the book was of a plain, almost official looking pony, standing on all fours, squarely staring foreward, with full and thick bat-like wings protruding from its back. It had a thin, pointed tail, with no fur. It was facing away, so she couldn't see its eyes.

The pony in front of her was cut from the same fabric, but much closer to the seam. She was, in one word, curved. Applebloom had seen waists and haunches like hers in pictures the colts at playtime would crowd around. Snips and Snails had given her a peek once, of a very pretty mare with a very slim figure laying back with her hind-legs behind her head. For some reason it had made them both very excited, especially when Applebloom had offered to mimic the pose. Applejack noticed and pulled her away before she complete the necessary gymnastics, but she had still wondered what it was about that pose and that pony that'd made the colts so crazy.

This pony—bat-pony, she wanted to call it, even if that wasn't quite the right word—was glowing, too, almost imperceptibly. It looked like the blur that takes the road on a hot day had decided to circle her body, leaving a wavering distortion right where her body contacted the air. This pony was facing towards Applebloom. Her teeth were pointed, and her eyes burned a deep, solid, night-like black. Her tail waved behind her like a finger beckoning 'come-hither', and her wings were svelte and tucked close to her body.

Applebloom swallowed loudly.

"Uh... hello."

The pony looked surprised at first, as though it hadn't expected Applebloom to speak, and then as though it seemed to take a moment to register exactly what it had heard. It pondered Applebloom for a moment, circling her like a feral cat about to rip the throat out of its pray.

"Um... This is a silly question, but I don't suppose y'all can tell me where I am?"

The pony took another moment. It stopped pacing and seemed to study Applebloom, first in her face, then the rest of her body, looking along her like Rarity squaring up a dress for a mannequin. It took a deep breath, and then, finally, began to speak.

"Greetings. It's been some while since I've received an invitation such as this." The pony's 's' sound slurred slightly, like a tiny asp was wiggling at the end of its tongue, helping complete its sentences.

"Oh. Well, uh... your welcome?" Applebloom raised her forelegs in a happy shrug.

"Indeed. So I am to presume it is Nightmare Night again, and somepony has summoned me for an important tasssssk..." The pony began to walk around Applebloom, making its circle just a little closer each time. A boa constrictor, clenching around the neck.

"Uh... well, sorta. Me and my friends, uh, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo... we're part of a team called the 'Cutie Mark Crusaders'! And we wanted to see if casting a magic spell on Nightmare Night would help us get our cutie marks."

The pony slowed its slithering movement and moved its face right next to Applebloom's. It stuck out a long, forked tongue, and licked the air beside her. A nervous bead of sweat rolled down the side of Applebloom's cheek.

"Normally, ponies only summon me for a very... ssspecific reason," the pony said. It kept its distance within inches, swaying its head softly from side to side. "Could it be that a specialty in the carnal arts lay in your future?"

"The what?" Applebloom asked, and scratched her head nervously. Was it just her, or was the temperature in this strange place much higher than it had been inside the clubhouse?

"Hmm." The pony finally drew away its face, and seemed at last to come to a conclusion about what to do with the tiny filly it found itself faced with. "Perhaps a... demonstration is in order..."

For some reason, Applebloom couldn't take her eyes off the pony's hoof as it came towards her face, and traced a soft, subtle line down her cheek. Applebloom felt a cold chill down her spine. She felt the somewhat oppressive heat of the new place. But she also felt a strange new heat, somewhere between her legs...

"You know, I don't know, uh... I mean I was wondering... what type of pony are you, anyway?" Applebloom asked.

The dark pony smiled. "Who is to say I am a type of pony?" She giggled. "You may call me 'Desmona', if your lips ache so for something to do..." Her hoof, down Applebloom's cheek again. What was that feeling? It was starting to grow. It felt a little bit like rubbing up against her pillow late at night when she was sleepy, all warm and fuzzy and kind of tugging at her to go somewhere...

"You're not a... a pony?" Applebloom was finding it hard to talk for some reason. Her thoughts were clouding up. It felt like a big piece of cotton candy had been shoved into her head up through her nose. Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle were back somewhere at the club-house, she needed to find a way to talk to them, or to...

Mouth. A hoof was on her mouth.

"Come here, little thing. Let me show you about the magic of the night."

When Desmona pulled Applebloom's mouth to hers, the words in Applebloom's head narrating what she was feeling faltered to pieces. She could feel scraps of things she was trying to remember, the book, Nightmare Night, always something about cutie marks... but it was all leaving now. She wasn't thinking, or was only thinking with her body now, and something about it felt different than anything she'd felt before. A kiss on the cheek from her grandma felt fine. A kiss on the forehead from her big brother was nice. She and Sweetie Belle had practiced kissing once or twice to see if they could get it right, and then what all the fuss was about. That had felt... pretty good. But this was something else.

Applebloom felt on fire. Her lips were pressing into Desmona's, and she felt something else—a tongue, tapping ever so lightly at her lips, as if requesting entry—and then, before she could acknowledge it, shoving in, taking a taste of hers, stealing all her breath—and then stopping, Desmona pulling her back, softly, with one hoof, a heavy strand of saliva dangling between their lips. Applebloom broke it as she opened and clothed her mouth, dumbfounded.

"What... what was..."

Desmona giggled. "You are very fun to kiss, strange creature. I imagine you and I will have fun tonight."

"Fun..." Applebloom mumbled, staring vaguely in a forward direction for a second before snapping suddenly to attention, her eyes fixed intensely on Desmona's lingering hoof. Then on her lips. Then on her...

"Woah," Applebloom said.

Desmona was, suddenly, possessed of a new appendage between her legs. Applebloom couldn't take her eyes off it.

"Do you like what you see?" Desmona asked, raising a hoof to her mouth and giggling.

"Well, I, uh..." Applebloom's words were fuzzing again, she needed... what was it she needed again? To know more about... Desmona, yes. She was very important, just talk to her... "I've never seen one that uh... big before."

"Do you want to touch it?" Desmona asked, smirking.

Why did it feel like she'd just been asked if she wanted a free fifteen seconds at the candy store counter? Something else was bubbling inside, along with the fire, an excitable little spark that made her want to push, and go, and listen to everything the curvy black demon—oops, spoiler alert—was saying.

Applebloom couldn't help it. She nodded.

"Uh-huh," she said. She licked her lips.

"Then, by all means." Desmona stood on her hind legs and offered the body-part in question. Her cock—and yes it was that, Applebloom had heard the word once or twice, usually in the mouth of someone like Snips or Snails—she knew that was what colts called them, anyway. Mares didn't... well they didn't usually have them, as far as Applebloom knew. And Desmona's looked so... well... big. It was very, very big. Almost the size of Applebloom's foreleg. It was black, just like the pony\demon's coat, and it had thick veins running up it, which it occurred to Applebloom would look weird if they didn't look so... tasty? Applebloom caught herself licking her lips again. Why did she want that big thing? In her hooves, in her mouth? She was drooling a little bit.

"Go on," Desmona whispered. "Touch it."

Applebloom's fur stood on end. She raised a hoof, and did as she was told.

It felt like grabbing onto lightning. Her whole body was on fire, but especially between her legs. Her special place, her girl-pony spot... her cooter, that was what Applejack called it. Like that mare in the magazine, her... p-p-pussy. Her pussy was on fire.

"Oh," Applebloom murmured. She clenched her hind legs together tightly.

Desmona smirked.

"Do not hold back, little thing. Show us what you would like to do."

Only because she knew she should, and because she wanted it so bad, Applebloom felt herself lean forward and lick the head of the thick, black cock half-hard in front of her. It twitched. And tasted like hot salt and fire between her legs.

"What... what is going on?" Applebloom asked. She was starting to sway a little from side to side, losing her balance, she should just, she should just, hold on, to this, big, juicy, delicious looking cock in front of her.

"Ssssuck it," Desmona hissed.

Without a pause, Applebloom opened her mouth and slid as much of the cock inside as she could. It was about four inches before she felt herself begin to choke. But she didn't stop for another five seconds or so, before she really started gagging, and Desmona pulled her head back by her mane. Spit went everywhere, most of it dribbling from Applebloom's mouth.

"So... good..." she mumbled. She was staring at Desmona's cock, grinding her hind legs together now. A trickle of wetness was trickling down her left hind-leg and onto the floor, where it had already begun to form a tiny pool, that shimmered and hissed in the strange temperature.

"Yes, little thing, it is very good. And it is something I can teach to you, if you are willing to learn." Desmona grinned, her eyes wild.

Applebloom's head bobbed up and down slowly before she noticed herself nodding, and then decided to nod anyway. She was sure of this. Desmona was helping her. She was helping her a lot, helping her feel really... special...

Desmona lowered herself to all fours, then gently guided Applebloom to the ground, laying her on her back. Applebloom crossed her legs by instinct, but Desmona pried them apart with a smirk, feeling Applebloom's miniscule resistance melt away with just a feather touch. Her legs were spread, and her cooter—pussy—was soaked.

"Now let me touch you, little thing." Desmona lowered herself over Applebloom, so close their faces were almost touching. Applebloom could feel the heat of the strange pony's breath, as hot as the fire between her legs. She followed Desmona's glance, then felt the tiny sparks detonating all along her neck as Desmona began to kiss her there. Agonizingly slowly, moving ever-so-slightly, nibbling on her shoulder there, her neck, her earlobe...

"Oh, jeez, what are you doing?" Applebloom asked. Her hips had begun to buck up just a bit as Desmona touched her, seemingly without her knowledge.

"I am teaching you what you will be capable of," Desmona replied. She continued her kisses down Applebloom's stomach, to her belly-button, to down between her legs...

"Ahhh!" Applebloom couldn't help but shout. Desmona's lips were leaving a tiny trail of kisses along the slit of Applebloom's tiny cunt. Each kiss, she let out a yelp, and jumped as though she'd been shocked.

"Why does that feel... so good..." Applebloom panted. She was sweating a lot now too, her whole body felt slick, she was grinding her hips up into Desmona's mouth...

"It is the power of carnal knowledge, young thing. And it is my gift to you this Nightmare Night."

Before she could process what was happening, Applebloom felt a tsunami of pleasure surge through her body. Desmona had begun licking or sucking on something and suddenly Applebloom's whole body was going crazy. She could feel every inch of her skin alight, feel a strange force moving her hips back and forth, rocking them into this strange pony's mouth. She heard herself making sounds she didn't even know were proper words, that she didn't know she was capable of making, howling like one of the wounded animals that would prowl the apple farm at night. Her pussy clenched violently at Desmona's mouth and tongue as she bucked her hips up again, lifting her whole lower body off the ground three or four times before collapsing back onto it. Panting as though she'd just run straight home from school.

"Woah," Applebloom said again.

As Desmona smirked, the air of the room itself began to sizzle and spark. Her cock began to get hard between her legs.

"And the night is only beginning, my pet..."