Author's Note

Welcome to the Nightmare Night side story, folks! For those of you unfamiliar with the parent story, all you really need to know is that a sexually corruptive curse is on the loose in Ponyville, and has even tainted the storm raining down on it. It compels its victims to seek out and have sex with others, which is required to both transmit the curse, and transform them into more predatory forms as a means of spreading the corruption more quickly.

It affects ponies and non-ponies alike, as the first few chapters will make clear, and the form you take upon conversion depends on who converted you. By the time we enter this story, there are many different corrupted pony forms now present--timberwolf ponies, cyber ponies, dragon ponies, and others.

For those interested, the full story and course of the curse, including the corruption of the Mane 6 and Spike, the origin of the various corrupted forms, and the desperate efforts of Starlight Glimmer and Trixie to both escape the curse’s clutches and seek a cure for it can be found here:

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So without further ado... welcome to the first chapter! I have two more loaded and ready with a third on the way. They will launch at the rate of one per day. When the action gets heavy, as it will quite frequently, there will be descriptions of chapter content behind spoiler tags in the author’s notes, like this:

Chapter content: F/solo of a very aroused and desperate griffon eagless.

Postal Passions: 1 - Night Owl

It had been an enjoyable Nightmare Night for the earth griffon eagless named Owlia Accipiter. But now duty called and she headed for her job under suddenly stormy weather, attired no longer in her Nightmare Night costume but wearing a work vest which marked her as a liaison to the Ponyville Post Office for the Griffon Express delivery service.

Though somewhat surprised at the thunderhead overspreading the town—there were spooky skies but no rain scheduled that night that she knew—she shrugged it off, chalking it up to an overzealous pegasus weather team as she felt the cool breeze that preceded the first drops of rain ruffle her head feathers; the mild smell of ozone from an electrically-charged atmosphere and something else she couldn’t identify quickly bringing her back to wakefulness. She found it strangely invigorating, which she didn’t consider a bad thing given she was now operating on just two hours of sleep.

She’d stayed up well past her normal bedtime to participate in the pony Nightmare Night holiday festival, which she found the idea of a bit bemusing but fun all the same. She’d taken part by donning the guise of a soldier belonging to the Gryphon Empire of yore—having commissioned Rarity for the uniform and Pinkie Pie to make the weapons and armor.

The latter had happened after Owlia visited Sugar Cube Corner one weekend and ended up chatting with the hyperactive pink earth pony, who let slip that she was an excellent metalworker who made blades in her basement. Surprised but skeptical, the eagless requested to see them; Pinkie had then shown her some surprisingly high-quality and stylized weapons. But when an impressed Owlia had asked the overly-bubbly mare where she’d learned such unusual arts?

“Shop class and online videos! Duh!” she replied as if it was self-evident.

Knowing better than to ask her to explain such a nonsensical statement further, the 28-year old eagless had then paid Pinkie well to recreate the ancient armor and back-sheathed scimitar of an Imperial Talon, deciding she’d show up her equine coworkers and the residents of Ponyville in general by beating them at their own costume contest in a callback to the great Pony/Griffon conflict of yore.

Pinkie Pie had delivered in fine fashion, and her coworkers had indeed been impressed, attired themselves in anything from animal outfits to the dark bodysuit and utility belt of an ancient Equestrian assassin known as a Black Lance.

Owlia couldn’t help but chuckle at that. It sometimes surprised the more martial griffons that ponies had their own warrior traditions and a time when the fighting and killing arts were valued, but the eagless had learned quickly that despite their airs of peace and harmony, they weren’t as far removed from it as the average griffon might think. She’d learned firstwing that ponies were in fact quite capable of combat when their friends or family were threatened; she’d seen two mares fight each other savagely over perceived mistreatment of a stallion and even found herself knocked hard on her flank with a broken rib when she tried to pull the pair of them apart.

It was a lesson, she reflected as she had posed in her costume hours earlier with a unicorn mare wearing a related and equally accurate period costume of a pony soldier from the same era, that her race had learned all too well and to their great cost seven centuries past. And for it, she did accord the ponies much more honor and respect than many of her homeland brethren did, even going so far as to participate in their local customs and holidays with her Post Office coworkers, finding them often fun and interesting if occasionally inane.

Guess I’m going native, she chuckled mildly as she glanced up at the overhead thundercloud, which was crackling with lightning and rumbling constantly; she swore the bolts were a more violet color than usual but decided it was just some special pegasus treatment to make the scene more menacing and eerie.

I’ll give the weather teams due credit, that really DOES look dangerous! she granted them with her thoughts as she saw and heard a particularly sharp flash and boom, deciding it would be best to keep below the level of the highest buildings on her flight. Pony structures were magically protected against lightning strikes as a matter of course by building codes, providing a cone of protection around them, but that cone didn’t reach above them.

Her precaution meant she wasn’t worried about being hit. Nevertheless, she could again sense an odd electricity in the air that went far beyond a simple storm. Is that part of the Nightmare Night backdrop too? she considered in some unease, wondering why they hadn’t done it at the start and why the storm hadn’t been scheduled. She also felt a sudden shiver as the first mist-like drops of rain hit her back and head with an odd tingling sensation as she took flight for the Post Office from her balcony, barely two minutes away from her top-floor apartment by air.

The drops didn’t feel particularly cold, but her body reacted as if they were not simple raindrops but the deliciously icy flakes of driven snow she’d enjoyed the feel of in her northern Aresian homeland; her skin beneath her moistening fur and feathers tightening and tingling while her wings began to stiffen, the flow of blood into them increasing as an equal warmth began building in her loins.

Huh. That’s weird… She blinked as she reduced her flapping and the rain began to fall a bit heavier, seeping into her fur and feathers. For the first time, she felt the definite pangs of sexual arousal, even finding the four teats on her belly begin to grow erect and tighten like the last time she’d entered estrus, confusing her further.

The latter was a twice-a-year event for eaglesses, but she wasn’t due to have one for several months. And although griffons could and did mate outside of them when procreation wasn’t a priority, she’d had no interest in such things given she was around only ponies. Aside, that was, from the odd G-E eagless or tiercel who came into town on their pickup or delivery runs; she was heading to the Post Office to receive an expected delivery from one that night.

Going native did not extend to becoming a colt-crusher, as her race disfavorably called such things; though they were willing to fight in defense of others, ponies simply weren’t willing to engage in the ritual tests of strength and combat worthiness that griffons did before initiating intimacies. In fairness, a couple of G-E couriers she’d received had suggested a quick mating round during their stops in Ponyville, but she wasn’t keen on younger sky griffon tiercels that she could tell couldn’t give her—a stronger and more experienced earth griffon—a good fight.

And she certainly wasn’t interested in eaglesses, let alone mares, though she sometimes admitted she had been turned on after the fact by the earth pony mare named Golden Harvest, who had overpowered her and then won the fight with Berry Punch she’d been having. You know, she was kinda cute and had an interesting accent. She fights well, too! So maybe I could find her and… the thought crossed her mind, unbidden, causing her to blink hard.

She shook her head sharply. Okay, maybe I got too little sleep or had too much of that Apple family special reserve cider… she decided even though she’d only had a mug of the latter out of not wanting a hangover on a worknight, rubbing her eyes with her talons lightly as she flew.

Though you know, Postage Due is pretty cute too… she suddenly remembered one of her coworkers; a middle-aged pegasus mare who had taken the eagless under her wing upon arrival and helped her settle in, even finding some fish for her to eat when she had a craving for meat. In fact, most of her coworkers had welcomed and helped her, making her transition to Ponyville life that much less difficult; she greatly liked all of them and had hung out with them during the Nightmare Night festival.

Sure wish there was some way to pay them all back… she licked her lips as some sudden—and shockingly sensual—ideas of how she might do so ran through her head, imagining herself sexually servicing each of them in turn, orally stimulating both mares and stallions alike.

Her beak fell open at where her thoughts and fantasies were going. Okay, ENOUGH! She told herself, vowing to stay away from the cider and party punch next time, certain they’d been magically spiked somehow. If this is a joke, it isn’t FUNNY! she tried to work up some anger at the culprit, but the heat in her body continued to grow, making her feel like she was a young teenage eagless in season for the first time again, leaving her praying she could quash it before her post office coworkers sensed it.

She tried to shake it off as the rain picked up, rapidly accelerating into a torrent, but her inexplicable arousal rose to match with equal speed. To her shock, it was quickly becoming all-consuming and unbearable as visions of rutting and the accompanying rapture it could bring became prominent in her thoughts; her wings stiffened to the point that they could barely flap enough to fly, while the desire to dig her talons deep within her abruptly engorged eagless opening was overwhelming.

“What... is… this…?” she just managed through her gritted avian teeth as she finally gave into it, slowing to a hover barely a hundred yards from the Post Office and thirty feet overhead. She ran her talons hard through her own fur and feathers, leaving one set on her chest trying to undo the buttons of her suddenly hot and uncomfortable vest while reaching low to find her feminine lips with the other and spreading them wide, attempting to release the building heat and hunger within.

The stimulation of her exquisitely sensitive flesh alone caused her to release a sudden squawk of pleasure. Her beak fell open as, suddenly feeling she was overheating even as a sudden flood of fluid drooled out of her stretched and sodden sex, she ripped off her vest hard and threw back her head to drink in the cool rain only to find that, far from quenching her surging desires, it only added to them, making her tongue tingle.

Owlia moaned and began to pleasure herself in earnest from her hover, heedless of being seen even though she was right over a major thoroughfare; fully visible from ground level in the glow of a street lamp and occasional lightning bolt, right through the rain. Even knowing there could be ponies watching, she dug one, then two talons into herself with wet squishing sounds while caressing her chest and belly with her other set, only to find after a minute that her own efforts, no matter how frantic or practiced, could not bring relief—she needed another’s touch!

She needed a partner!

She needed to be rutted!

She needed a large lionhood within her!

She needed it badly!

And she needed it right now!

Her glazed and desperate green eagle eyes scanned the air and ground around her through the heavy rain, only to come up empty to her great agony, leaving her whimpering in frustrated desire as she felt herself starting to descend. It wasn’t by choice; she would have been happy to remain in the air and let everypony observe her if it would attract one of them as a mate.

But her earth griffon wings could simply no longer maintain her hover—the appendages and their attached feathers had rigidly splayed to the point they could no longer move; her flight muscles equally tense for it and all but begging to be groped and fondled.

It was then she caught movement out of the corner of her eye, and in the light of a fresh flash of lightning, she saw the form of her salvation:

Her postal manager staring up at her from the exit of an alley, the unicorn stallion wide-eyed and fully aroused as he sat soaked by the rain, sitting back against the wall of the building and magically stroking his eight-inch equine erection to the sight of her.