Fog engulfs the cold cobblestone streets of Trot Trail. The shimmering full moon is concealed by dark clouds, casting shadows all over. Only with the flicker of light posts can one see their immediate surroundings. Houses have been vandalized, gravestones have been dug wide open, and blood has been smeared over the walls.
A scream pleads in the distance, silenced by the grunts of unholy creatures creeping across the land, demanding sacrifice. Tonight is the most unholy of nights, for the sins of the flesh, gluttony, and ire have consumed the mortal minds of the pony population, creating a state of debauchery, hunger, and chaos! Surely this event will be marked in history as the bloodiest! Most tragic! Unforgettable-
“Downpour! Stop talking to yourself and come out already! Your little sister’s waiting for you!” The screams of a demon most infuriating echo across the house, startling the pony who was narrating to himself, making him drop his comb onto the floor.
“I’ll be out in a second, mom! Man, what a bother.”
The pony in question grumbles, looking at his full-body mirror while readjusting his costume: a rather famous red jacket with black stripes. Downpour had sweat and toiled for months to pay for the best materials to craft his clothes for tonight. And gosh dang it, he won’t skimp on small details and ruin his chances - he is getting himself a lady!
But of course, he had to escort his annoying little sibling around the neighborhood to get candy. Whatever, this won’t make a difference. He had a backup plan for this kind of situation.
After re-combing his mane for the ninth time, the stallion was satisfied with his looks. He again practices his winning smile for good measure, winking at his reflection and finger-gunning with his wings. He starts trotting backward out of his room while making the silliest motions back at the mirror, tripping on the carpet outside and almost falling face-first onto the floor.
He stumbles onto the living room, where he catches his balance on the couch. Sitting there is the family’s youngest member, Cloudy Meadow, wearing an adorable firefly costume, tapping her hooves anxiously and glaring at the klutzy pegasus. It seems like she still hasn’t forgiven him, but he doesn’t give a damn about it. The filly could turn red and boil herself alive for all he cares.
“About time, mister. Now, here are both of your bags, don’t come back crying if you lose or rip them apart because I won’t make you foals another one.”
The house’s matriarch trots from the kitchen and handles the youngsters two orange bags with a pumpkin face tailored on its sides. The oldest one holds him with his wings while the youngest levitates it closely, her frown refusing to disappear.
“Mom, I’m 19. I doubt anypony would be willing to give candy to me even if I begged for it,” he says, raising an eyebrow at his mother.
“You won’t know until you try. Now, I want you to pay close attention to your sister and to keep her safe. If I hear that some creep touched a single hair of her mane, I’ll make you regret not bucking them senseless.” she says, opening up candy bags on the table with a tired look in her eyes. “And you, missy. I want you to be on your best behaviour tonight! No biting nor cursing other fillies this time!”
Cloudy tries her hardest to not roll her eyes, knowing full well that antagonizing her mother would bring nothing good for her. Uncontested, their mother nods at them, waving them away so that she can start distributing the candy into bowls.
The duo says their goodbyes and moves to the front yard, giving them a view of the decorated streets. Every single house has been prepared for this very night, cobwebs and spiders, gnomes and headstones, the light posts were painted orange, and the little foals giggled at the ghost sheets sprinkled across the roads. The siblings stop at the sidewalk and look at each other. The older one snorts at his sister’s pouty frown.
“Y’know, Fruit Swirl is still upset that you rejected her.”
“Ugh, for the last time, Cloudy. I’m not going out with your classmate! She’s like, half my age!”
“Two-thirds!”
“Whatever! I’m just not interested, okay?! Now, about our deal-”
“I get whatever goes in your bag, plus fifty bits.” the filly bargains, extending her hoof towards him.
“You’re a sly little twerp, you know that? Fine, but remember-” he offers her his bag, getting interrupted when she snatches it off his hold.
“Stay close to our neighborhood, don’t go into any dark alleyway, stay away from creeps and toot my whistle if anypony twice my age comes within a four-foot radius.” she reinforces her point by jiggling the instrument in her neck with her magic. “And if they keep coming close, I’ll bite ’em.”
“Please, no more biting,” he sighs at his stubborn little sister.
“No promises!” she declares, blowing a raspberry.
Before the pair can go their separate ways, they notice that the pebbles on the sidewalk are rocking slightly. Not long after, the entire ground starts shaking, stunning both of them. Up ahead came a large cloud of dust, high-pitched squealing escaping its maws, barreling down towards the pair.
Downpour yelps and braces for impact, covering his jacket and hair with his hoofs, while the fear-stricken Cloudy decides that the best course of action is to use her brother as a shield levitating him in front of her.
Before the cloud of chaos reaches them, it slams its brakes halfway down the avenue, leaving scorch marks on the sidewalk and sending stones across the air over the duo. When the dust settles, it reveals a big burly earth pony stallion wearing an old miner’s outfit with many foals hanging on his back and a panicked expression plastered on his face.
“Bro! I finally got to you! We’re in danger!” yells the mountainous stallion right on Downpour’s face, making him wince.
The fear on their faces disappears, making way for an unamused stare. Cloudy simply rolls her eyes at the situation. But, of course, the troglodyte had to show up tonight, when didn’t he. Meanwhile, Downpour rubs his ears, trying to get his hearing back. Unfortunately, he’ll be needing it for later.
“What is it this time, Marble? Of all days of the week, did you just have to have one of your prophecies today?” he asks his friend, who’s delicately dropping off the foals he had been carrying one by one. He had been in a rush to get to Downpour’s house, but they had asked so politely that he couldn’t say no to them.
“Bad news, bro! Here you go,” he says as he lowers a cheerful colt dressed up as a guard. “Horrible news! The heebie-jeebies I got today to spell out bad news for us, man! We gotta be careful! Upsy-daisy!” He sets the last filly safely on the ground.
Sharp Marble is well known in the community for various things, from his heart of gold to his self-admitted fuzzy brain, but his most peculiar characteristic was his prophecies. On random days he would point out something rather mundane that happened to him and attribute that to an event that would play out shortly; like how his mum put salt on his father’s coffee instead of sugar, and somehow that meant that it was going to rain at exactly 14:27, on the dot.
Everyone ignored him, of course. Only a pony short of lunacy would give their time of the day to follow Marble’s nonsense. Except for Downpour. Ever since they were kids, the pegasus had kept the earth pony under his wing, protecting him from mean foals that picked up on his slowness. They’ve been inseparable ever since, even when Marble had outgrown his wingspan by double the size, and thanks to their proximity, the pegasus had realized something fascinating: Marble’s visions had a good chance of actually becoming real, no matter how bizarre they were.
He had counted down all the outcomes, and after a bunch of nights wrecking his brains and his desk on math books, he came down to the conclusion that they had an 87.6% chance of becoming real. Of course, after learning that fact, the friends would use that to their advantage, either by making plots to win money quickly or to cause some mischief. Some ponies might call out Downpour for abusing his friendship, but Marble had never felt like he was being used. He could never make plans as brilliant as his friend did, and Downpour always made sure that it benefited them both.
“And what exactly was your prediction this time, Marble?”
“Well, you see, today I woke up facing the right side of my bed, which is never a good thing, you know.” the burly stallion tries to explain, waving bye to the fillies and colts that he had carried all the way there.
“Mhm. And?”
“And when I went to the toilet, I noticed that my left ball was wrinkled up a little bit,” he continued.
“Gezz, too much information, Marble!” he yells, covering the ears of his unamused sister with his feathers.
“But that wasn’t enough for me to get a grasp on any hard facts. But then! When I went to suit up for Nightmare Night, the top button of my pants popped off! That means that we might end up facing something dangerous tonight! Maybe even a monster!” he throws his hooves in the air, trying to symbolize the graveness of the situation to his friend. He wasn’t having any of that.
“Look, Marble, you know I follow your mumbo-jumbo faithfully-”
“87.6%, bro!”
“... but I’m not skipping out on the festivities. Not today, not this year. This is the perfect time for me!" he emphasizes by pointing at himself with his feathers. "Mares are dressing up in slutty costumes, they’re drinking cheap cider all night long, and their standards dip substantially! It’s been months since my marefriend broke up with me, I need to get laid tonight!”
Somepony coughs loudly on his left. Cloudy is aggressively pointing with her eyes to her friend, who had been carried there on Marble’s back, that by all accounts should be the one wearing the firefly costume with how bright her cheeks glow in the dark. Downpour’s wings sag as he sighs, waving his sister and admirer away. The love-struck filly trots off with a stiff step while his sibling menacingly motions her hoof to her eyes then back to him before running off to join her.
“You sure about that, bro? I’m coming with you then! That way, we can watch each other’s back in case some monster comes out to suck our blood.”
Hoofness, Downpour wishes somepony would want to suck him off tonight.
In the central neighborhood of the town, away from all the areas where the local’s foals would march to loudly demand candies from overworked adults, is where the grown-ups had gathered to get shitfaced and party until they fainted.
Everything a hot-blooded pony would want during nightmare night could be found lining up the streets. There were stands for bobbing apples, mares dressed in white clothing at the dunk tank stand, piping hot corn dogs, quiosques with extra mayonnaise, and a ludicrously expensive kissing booth with a special secret service.
The mares were out and loud tonight, just as Downpour had predicted. The majority of them either wore either skin-tight, nipple poking, ribcage displaying outfits or had put on the skimpiest pieces of clothing that would hide so little that made the fact that they were wearing anything at all more arousing.
The chance was his for the taking, and dang if he didn’t try. Unfortunately for him, most mares already knew him personally and avoided his advances while not-so-subtly giving do-me eyes to his paranoid friend. It’s not like the pegasus wasn’t good looking, nor that he had a bad reputation in bed; the problem lied in the fact that most of them already had a date, and the ones that didn’t were craving for a certain bigger somepony that had been following him all night long.
Said somepony wasn’t paying any attention to them, too focused on the lookout for paranormal or potentially criminal activities that could land them in boiling water, which only helped sour Downpour’s mood.
“All I’m saying is that at the very least, you could get a piece for yourself. That would help me out too, y’know.” grumbles the frustrated pegasus, taking out his anger on a bent can of cider thrown in the sidewalk.
“I’m telling you, bro. I’m really feeling it tonight! Something big is gonna happen, and I don’t wanna end up having my brains eaten by a zombie! I’m gonna need it for my oral argument assignment next week!”
“Did you really think that choosing a lawyer career path would be your best option when you know you’re slow on the uptake?”
“If I can manage to convince my mum that she forgot to put cookies in the jar while I’m licking crumbs off of my cheeks, I think I can convince any judge of pretty much anything I want.”
“Point.”
To say that Downpour wasn’t having a great time was an understatement. He had hit up most of the stands in the avenue only to get a side glance at best while every other stallion was getting some. Heck, he even saw a guy pull up a wagon with three of the hussies drunkenly howling at the crowd.
But he wasn’t about to give up and go home dateless! He had spent way too much money on his clothes and on bribing his greedy little sister to let a few setbacks get in the way of his erotic quest. Moreover, it was in his blood to never come back home on a net loss, just as his mother had taught him ever since early foalhood.
With revitalized spirits, the pegasus scans the picturesque ponies for any potential suitor. Eventually, his sights catch a small group of mares with their backs turned towards him, a large bowl of fuzzy peaches reflecting on his eyes. Locked and loaded, Downpour practically glides like a missile towards his potential pot of gold.
He nimbly flew through the moving crowd, dodging them with inches to spare, while his gigantic friend tiptoed around them, saying “Excuse me!” and “Sorry, pardon miss!” whenever he bumped into somepony. Then, finally, the pegasus lands gracefully next to the ladies and gives them his best-winning smile, only to realize that he didn’t garner any of their attention, their supple backs still facing him.
Looking over their shoulders, his hope visibly escapes his body once he recognizes who they’re gathering around. Whopper, his and Marble’s old schoolyard bully, a stallion with an exceptionally well-defined jaw bone, visibly muscly the smuggest face ponykind has ever conceived. Fortunately for them, he started having insecurities when Marble outgrew him, making it easy to deal with the professional jackass.
After they had graduated, it became easier to avoid him, but he always found ways to annoy the crap out of him. All the ladies loved him for some forsaken reason. Downpour would never find out how anypony could stand to look at his face without wanting to kick it senseless. Now that had attracted a little herd for himself, it would get more complicated for the pegasus to find himself a date. He was about to trot away and look for any other possible single mare when his friend caught up to him.
“Bro! You’ve got to be careful! What if something happens when we’re separated?” he yells to accentuate his point, not realizing how loud he was.
“Oh-ho! Lookie who we have here, ladies! It’s the town’s infamous couple! Look, but don’t touch. We don’t know where they’ve been.” says Whopper, laughing boisterously.
And now, seven pairs of eyes are staring directly at the pair of platonic friends, some giggling, others merely watching them with curiosity, while one bored mare frowned at them as if she had been sucking on some lemons. What makes it worse is that Downpour couldn’t recognize any of them, while he’s used to brushing off the bully when he called them names in front of ponies he knew, being in the center of attention of a bunch of very well-defined mares put him on the spot. Not one to run with his tail tucked in between his legs, he decides to fight back. But not for the mares. While they are jaw-droppingly gorgeous, he doesn’t want to get involved with a girl that has such a lack of taste to want to hang around this asshole.
“Yeah, sure, you’re the horse who looks himself at the mirror for an hour every morning, and yet I’m the fag here. So why don’t you go back to talking about your hooficulture with your mare friends and leave me alone? I've got shit to do.” he spits back.
If before he had the group’s curiosity, now he just had garnered their attention. Most of the ladies started ‘oooohing’ at the insult. One of the mares looked disappointed that no one wanted to comment on her magnificent new paint job. The frowny pony raised her eyebrows. Whopper feigned not getting hurt by the insult and continued with his tirade:
“Just because I give attention to my well-defined body and actually bathe, unlike you, doesn’t make me any less of a stallion than you poor saps. Now you two on the other hoof can always be seen prancing around town withheld hoofs ever since you were little fillies.”
“Yeah, we need all the support we can get to stand up after railing your mom.” he shoots back, making the rivaling stallion snort with disgust.
“Don’t you dare drag my mama into this. Just because you lack gait doesn’t mean you can speak ill of her!”
“Then why don’t you give up on your hate boner for us and leave us be? I don’t want to deal with you, and I know you’d rather go back to self-gloating than to give us any attention.”
“You barge into my little group, interrupt my conversation and then say horrible things about my mom? What makes you think I want to waste even more time with you virgins? I should give you a whoopin’ for insulting my mama! But, I’ll be the bigger stallion here and let you both scamper off to whatever sewer you crawled out of.”
Whopper always had a short fuse whenever it came to being fought back, something Downpour always loved to push. Generally, getting a beatdown or running for his ass all day long wasn’t worth the laugh, but this situation is too good to pass up on. So he gets to piss him off and ruin his night with the ladies? Yes, please!
“What’s wrong? Why don’t you use those lips to talk shit back instead of just sucking dicks.”
The little herd is now openly giggling at the one-sided match, with the sour pony slowly starting to open up and grin a little. Whopper stomps his hoof, trying to silence them but receives no such result. So he snorts once more and points at the pegasus, giving him the stink-eye.
“Now listen here, you idiot! No asked you to come here and spread blatant lies about my person, so why don’t you make yourself useful and get the fuck outta here before I kick your balls!”
“Lies? Me? But I thought that you didn’t need me around to tell them! Ooooh, look at me, I gotta huge dick with balls the size of coconuts, hmhm! I can last up to two hours in bed, minimum! Aren’t I just great, m’ladies?” Downpour teases, chuckling at his poor imitation of the stallion’s voice.
“I’ll have you know that I do no such thing! And that I can last a respectable amount of time in bed!”
“But I thought that your marefriend broke up with you because you had premature ejaculation?” Marble innocently pipes up behind his friend, not being one that liked to participate in confrontations.
This last revelation, coupled with the complete lack of malice from the stallion, was the tipping point to turn the giggling into full-blown cackling. This stunt might have ruined his chances, but the pegasus will forever remember the blissful look of anger on the stallion’s face. He can almost make out the veins popping off at his neck.
Angered and embarrassed, Whopper screams the names of the friends and runs forward to catch their flanks and kick their tiny dicks off. He would have, actually, but he falls down face-first into the ground, getting a mouthful of delicious dirt. The laughter gets louder after that, some of the mares start crying from hysterics, all except for one. The mare that wore a sour expression on her face stuck out her hoof in front of the stallion to trip him. With a curl to her lip, she looks at the pegasus and mouths, “Go!”. The pair takes her hint and scamper off, trying to get as much distance as possible from the group of hyenas.
“Have I ever told you how much I fucking love you, Marble!” he shouts.
“I don’t swing that way, bro!”
The couple didn’t have to go too far away from the main avenue. It seemed like the hot-headed stallion didn’t chase them after the ridicule he faced. The pegasus had been laughing his ass off while they ran while the earth pony kept a serious face, keeping a lookout for dangerous individuals.
“Man, Marble, you’ve gotta enjoy the little things. You’re way too stiff! Lighten up, will ya?” he says, giving his friend a half hug with his wing.
“I gotta stay alert! Remember the last time I predicted that something bad would happen? You’re too frail to handle another incident like that one. I gotta keep you safe!”
He does, actually. He didn’t know that his dick could bend that way. Wait, what did he say?
“You calling me a little bitch?”
“Nah, if anything, you’re the only guy around that seems to have a couple of brass balls,” a voice says behind him.
Downpour does his best impersonation of a cat and jumps a few feet in the air. His friend spins around and strikes a kung-fu pose he had seen in a movie. But there was no spooky creature wanting to gobble their souls lurking there. It was just a mare. The scare seems to please her as she chuckles at them while the poor pegasus tries to calm down his racing heart. After he recovers, Downpour recognizes her as the bored girl of the group they just had bolted from.
“Oh, hey there. Is that jackass following us?”
“Nah, It's just me. I followed you guys after he got his ass handed to him. Fucking prick was boring as all get-out but kept trying to pull me around. It wasn't the best idea, hanging with him. But not only did I get payback, but I found out that there is a little hope for this festival after all.” she explains, maintaining the mischievous grin.
“Cool. And that is…?”
“Horror! Tonight is the night for mischief and scaring other ponies! But there’s surprisingly very little of that, I came all the way over here to have some fun, but everypony’s too busy sucking each other off or puking their guts out from all the booze. It’s such. A. Bore!” the mare complains, the lemon-sucking features returning to her face.
“What does a mare have to do to keep herself entertained around here! I was about to give up and go back home, but then you showed up. You’re what I need for tonight,” she continues.
“Excuse me?”
“Yeah, you, Thriller! Finally, a pony with the courage to start causing some trouble! I gotta say, I like that about you. Why don’t we go around town and deliver some pranks?”
He didn’t have enough time to really look at her before, but now that he does, he likes what he sees. Her coat was white with several brown spots dotted across her body, while her long straight blonde hair flowed down her neck near her hooves. But what really sticks out to him are her red eyes… they must be part of her costume. At first glance, Downpour doesn’t get what character she’s supposed to be since she’s buck naked... until he realizes that she had painted her neck to look like her head is detached from her body.
“C'mon, stud. Let’s go have some fun~!” her soft voice travels to his ears.
Score.
“W-well, when you say it that way… Sure! I’m always down for some good ol’ pranks!”
“But bro!”
The pegasus snaps a glare to his concerned friend, silently raving at him to not ruin his once chance at redeeming his chances, electing yet another chuckle from the mare, who finds their interactions mighty amusing.
“Your Miner friend here can join us. Hell, maybe he can even help us pull off some bigger stunts. That’ll be great.”
While relieved that his friend didn’t make an ass out of him, he’s no less disappointed that his date just got turned into a group hangout. That is until the lady approaches him and discreetly whispers on his flushed ears:
“Once we get him distracted, we can have our own fun alone.”
That one phrase was enough to kick-start the fast thumping in his heart. Maybe if he manages to please this rebellious mare, he’ll be able to get some action. A shame this mare doesn’t seem to live around here; she’s way cuter than his ex. Although, now that he thought about it, he doesn’t recall getting her name.
“Oh yeah, I think we forgot to introduce ourselves. I’m Downpour, and this bumbling mountain here is Sharp Marble. Who are you?”
The mare raises her eyebrows and laughs at him, then points to her neck.
“Isn’t it obvious? I’m the Headless Mare, silly! Now come on, Thriller, Miner, we have some business to attend to.”
What was once a relatively standard nightmare night festival for the town of Trot Trail had turned into a proper spooky holiday. Not long after the trio had started their scary crusade, the number of ponies that hadn’t been pranked quickly diminished. The mare was relentless. She’d go from group to group in a crazed hunger for screams, especially loving those that would yell the loudest.
At first, the pranks had been simple affairs, flinging fake rubber spiders into somepony’s mane, clanging trash cans at couples that thought that the alleyway was secluded enough for their makeout sessions, and jump scaring foals that thought they could enter the grownup areas willy-nilly. She had her fun with those, but her appetite demanded bigger scares, and lord knows Downpour was going to use all of his chips to please the mare.
And she was heartless in her execution. Somepony eating an apple? Distract them while she put a worm in where they had taken a bite. Slutty mare with makeup on a rigged dunk tank? Ask Marble to throw the ball to give her the what-for. Supervised foals playing the apple bobbing game? Put fake eyes in the water. Some naughty ponies trying to do the horizontal tango behind some bushes? Throw cold water on ’em.
Downpour was pretty sure that some pony had pissed themselves at some point. He thought that the first few ones had been funny, but now he’s starting to feel like the biggest asshole in town, and that’s saying a lot considering Whopper lived there. Was she a bad choice? Maybe he should just concede defeat and go back home. It was getting late anyway.
“Shit, Headless! How can you spend all night doing this? Aren’t you getting tired of tormenting ponies?” he asks the laughing mare, starting to think that she may be a bit sadistic.
“Fuck no! This shit sustains me! I’ve been waiting all year long for this, and I’m not stopping until the sun rises or I die from laughing too hard.”
The pegasus snorts. That’s the sign that he should quit right there and then. He likes to have a good laugh here and there, but this is getting out of hoof. Marble hasn’t even realized what they’ve been doing, too absorbed in his own world, and Downpour knows that if he did, he would be feeling the same way. Besides, he doesn’t have the time for more of this. At some point, he has to bring his little goblin of a sister back home unless he wants his mom to tan his hide.
Speaking of the devil, here she comes walking down the lane, with her friend glued to her side. Their bags are so full of candy that if you were to put one more lollipop inside, the fabric holding everything together would rip open, and somehow his sister had managed to find another bag for trick and treating and fill it to the brim too. Knowing her, some poor sap is going to spend the night without any sweets.
“There you are, bird brain. You scared a bunch of my classmates. So they said to watch your back. We’re already done with our tour, so bring me home. Fruit Swirl is going to sleep at her brother’s, so she’s staying right around the corner.” the sly little filly remarks, with her friend waving a stiff hoof to the pegasus and a blank look on her muzzle.
“Wait, what? You’re going already, Thriller? But the night is still so young! So full of tricks and scares!” the pranking mare complains, looking hurt.
“Sorry, Headless, But I think I’ve had enough for the day. If you’re still in town tomorrow, maybe we could hang out if you’d like,” he suggests with the faintest glint of hope that this night wasn’t totally in vain.
The mare frowns, eager for more fun, and she wasn't about to let this twerp get in the way of her favorite holiday. So she tiptoes next to him, giving him a tender hug, plays with one of his ears with her hoof while laying her voice with thick intent.
“Earlier, I heard some ponies saying how they wanted to explore a little abandoned warehouse downtown, and I think that this would be the perfect opportunity for some mischief, don’t you think?”
“What? No, I said I’m not-”
“Just think about it. One big secluded building with no pony around. Just You. Me. Until sunrise~!” she purred while rubbing her flank against his, biting her lip.
Her voice is sweet and thick as honey. Her red irises sparkle under the reflection of the full moon above them, mesmerizing him. Never before has he seen a mare with these attractive features; while he had met and dated pretty mares with round butts and kissable lips, none of them compared to this nameless mare.
Downpour wobbles to her sister, now alone after her friend bolted down the street from crushing timidness. He sits down next to her, giving her a pleading look. Her trademark frown does not budge at his puppy eyes.
“I don’t want you going to that run-down piece of shit with that slut.” she bluntly points it out.
“Look, I know that mom won’t like this, but-”
“Who said anything about mom? I don’t want you hanging out with that whore. Let’s go, already. I wanna eat my candy.”
The pegasus fidgets, looking rapidly between his little sister and potential partner with sweat rolling down his eyebrow. The mare was tapping her hoofs impatiently, looking and pointing at her wrist as if she had been wearing a wristwatch the entire time.
“200 bits.”
That manages to break her face free from the clutches on the scowl, both her eyebrows sluggishly rising in pure surprise. He would never spend that much money on anything stupid, so recklessly like that, it was against their doctrine. She anxiously tries to spurt something for several minutes, but it looks like whatever she wants to put out gets stuck on her throat. Finally, after one final futile attempt, pure fury captures her face.
“I hate you.”
“I can save some extra cash next month, and then-”
“250, and I fucking hate you. I hope you cut yourself and get tetanus,” she yells, shoving her brother back a few inches with her magic before running off towards their house.
“So… Does that mean you’re coming?” the headless mare asks, displaying a big smile.
Downpour musters a grin and nods. He whistles, getting the attention of his friend, who was looking through binoculars around the neighborhood, sitting inside an empty trash can. Then, hearing the pegasus call for him, he bolts out of there but neatly organizes the tipped cans neatly beforehand.
“Hey Marbles, sorry for tonight, but I’m going down to the old desks and scrolls storage. You can go home now. I doubt anything bad will happen after this much time has already passed.”
“I really don’t think that’s a good idea, Downpour. I’m getting goosebumps on my fur man, whatever’s gonna come at us is really close. Whatever it is, it’s gonna be gruesome.” explains the bizarre stallion, getting more concerned as the moon rises.
“Goodness fucking damnit, Marble, I’m trying to get laid here! Can’t you leave me alone for a single moment today! This is why Whopper keeps saying shit about us, you know.”
“Colts, colts, colts! No fighting! Your friend with the stupid miner costume can come with us and help… uh, set up traps! For whatever thingamabob he’s so scared of.” the mare says, intercepting their conversation and getting in between them.
“But these were my great-grandpapi’s work clothes…”
“Yeah, well, you could’ve brought him with you. Would’ve helped with the spooks. Now, why don’t you go gather something we could use to capture whatever that thing is, and we’ll wait for you at the entrance of the place. Alright?”
The stallion salutes and stomps off, leaving a cloud of dust on his trail. Left behind, Downpour directs a sour look towards the mare, tired of being strung along all night long with no tangible payout. She shoots him a coy smile, knowing full well that she had been teasing him this entire time. It might be time to give him some candy. She approaches the unsatisfied stallion and plants him a kiss on his lips.
“He’ll be busy for a while. We have some time for ourselves until then. Be a gentlecolt and show me the way, hm~?”
Now, this is what he’s been waiting for. With a lopsided smile, he drapes a wing over her barrel and hugs her to his frame.
“Right this way.”
Numerous couples wandered the streets at that hour of the night, most of them displaying various signs of public affection, including the route to the abandoned warehouse. On their way there, the duo knickered, kissed, and bumped flanks. Downpour even got so bold as to grope her flank multiple times, something that she welcomed with giggles, whipping her tail and him playfully. Her flank felt supple and round. His feathers would sink under her fur, kneading her squishy muscles.
Frequently she would break away from his embrace, galloping ahead of him, daring to chase her. He would trot to her, sometimes gliding to get the advantage and guide her to the proper direction of the building but always letting her win their make-belief race. His prizes for entertaining her ranged from soft laughter to short french kisses. After minutes of playful chasing, the warehouse comes into view, and they slow down their trotting. The shrewd mare slapped his face one last time with her tail, and enamored with the sight, the pegasus butted his head on her butt, tenderly kissing the bits that hid there, making her laugh with delight.
“Ooh my! Aren’t you forward? Like the view back there, stud~?”
Their lips touch, hers dragging on his in a short embrace.
“Lovin' it, gorgeous.”
Another meeting, this time he gently bits hers.
“Seems like your friend isn’t here yet. Come with me; I wanna show you something nice.”
The eager pegasus complies and follows behind her, eyeing his prize with his erect penis already emerging from his shaft, slapping at his stomach, begging for some attention. The mare had brought him to the side of the building, right behind a tree where the lights from the pumpkin-colored street lights didn’t reach. Hidden from prying eyes, the headless mare presented her flower shamelessly to her suitor, a glint reflected from her juices, a thin veil of it which stuck at the hairs of her tail.
“You’ve been playing a lot of tricks tonight, come and take your treat.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
No longer holding back, the stallion mounts her, his member missing her entrance for her tight thighs, rubbing at her crotch boobs and hind legs. He plays around with his prey before his meal, humping in between her thighs, letting her slowly trailing juices coat his cock to ease his attrition.
“Haha, you having fun with my back there, Thriller boy?” she says, feeling him rasping her nipples and slapping her lower belly, biting her lips.
“Filly, you got some legs that would make any stallion horny. I wanna see you using them to chase my goals.”
Indeed, she had a well-toned backside. Downpour kept trying to balance his prancing while his boner slipped out on their way to the building. Her flank and legs looked so inviting that he desperately wanted to pin her down in the middle of the streets and fuck her silly right there and then. There was nothing that turned him on more than a tight pair of legs, one which he was enjoying at that moment, pumping his rod in between her toned muscles that caressed him back with her short, soft fur.
Every pump that he gave, more of his pre would coat her underbelly and teats, the two lovely mounds embraced his cock wholeheartedly, giving it the tingles. The stallion can’t decide which part of her he wants to fuck the most, but seeing as she’s already ready for a romping, he might as well gift her some creampie.
His member slips from the crevice between her legs and points at her juicy flower, lubing his leaking tip as it eased against her lips and plunges in deep. He steadily makes progress in stretching her out until their hips meet with a loud 'pop.' The mare moans for him, hugging his tender meat with her slick folds, coiling his rear leg with her tail.
“A-Aaah yea~! Fuck me, stud. Make me your toy~!”
The stallion snorts hot air, more than willing to provide her wishes. He gradually picks up his pace, slipping his cock in and out of her hungry spotted lips. Her butt jiggled every time he pounded her backside, added with his balls slapping at her and the squelching coming from her flower, their backs made a cacophony that rivaled her sweet moaning voice.
He thrusts her rump mercilessly. The time to be a gentlecolt has long gone. Now was the time to breed this ravenous slut rotten. The force behind his passion is big enough that he’s pushing the mare forwards whenever her cervix meets his cock, forcing her to lean on the tree to hold out against his recklessness. With their backs arched on the trunk, the pegasus grabs her barrel to better hump her faster.
“Huah! Cum inside me~! I want your foals! Give them to me~!!” she pleads.
His fetlocks dug through the dirt beneath him as he put all of his strength on his hips, trying to insert himself more rapidly on her tight, delicious snatch. The snorting stops, he had started to exhale loudly from his mouth, he can feel that he’s about to snap and slows down to an almost stop, exiting himself right until only the tip is inside her, then thumps back in one full quick swing, bringing a yelp from his partner. Another followed by another yell, a third time, and by the fourth, his flare triggers, releasing a vast amount of his seed into the womb of this mare that he had just met mere hours ago.
They are locked in a tight embrace while he shoots his last spurts in her, after which he removes himself from her, his glazed cock leaving her hole agape, leaking his cum onto the grass. The stallion sits down while gasping for air. Downpour feels like he had run a marathon inside the mare and then some. She, however, isn’t winded by the activity and calmly slides away from the trunk. Looking at down her partner, the mare raises his chin with her hoof and gives a tender kiss on the lips.
The more he gawks at her beauty, the more he is entranced by the mare. Her captivating red eyes staring directly into his mind, and those wonderfully sweet lips have captured his soul.
“Hope you'll feel ready for round two later! I still haven't gotten off yet,” she whispers to him.
Downpour can only bring himself to nod meekly without saying a word. His throat feels like it’s actively working against him. He might have just mounted the mare, but he’s feeling his limbs tense around her. Was that all that it took to make him fall in love? The pegasus doesn’t want to think about it, but it might be true.
She walks around the corner towards the building's entrance, leaving her lover to get onto his hooves on his own. When he reaches her, he sees Marble sitting at the doors, looking all over for him. Before he can call out for him, the headless mare shushes him with a hoof.
“Don't take too long, Romeo! You come back and get me off, and I'll show you what a mare can do without a gag reflex~.”
The mare giggles at his reddening cheeks, running onwards to his concerned friend. He follows her shortly, slapping his cheeks to try and regain his confidence. The burly stallion at the door visibly relaxes at the sight of the pegasus, but worry grips him again when he notices the blush and tiredness on him.
“Bro, are you ok? Did something happen? Did you see something strange?”
“Yeah, 'bro,' what happened to you?” she taunts.
He rolls his eyes and pushes her weakly to the side, making her snort.
“It’s nothing, Marble. I just overdid it when I ran all the way over here. What’s that you’ve got there?”
“Oh, this! I got a bunch of see-through tape! I thought that maybe if we stuck them to the walls like a web, we'd be able to hear if anything entered the place! See, like this, we can hide out until morning!”
The stallion smiles proudly, displaying his tools like they were their saviors. The other two only raise their eyebrows in confusion, the headless mare looks to her partner in disarray, and he responds by shaking his head. Just swing with it; you’re better off not thinking too hard.
Marble opens the heavy doors to the warehouse and enters while motioning for them to follow him. The entryway is dark. The only light sources are those outside the bolted-up windows, leaving very little for anypony to see. Before the couple can move further, Marble’s hoof blocks their way. He uses the same member to demonstrate that right in front of them, there is a strand of tape stuck from one wall to the other, remaining firm in place even when he tries to tear it apart.
“Ta-da! Professional grade tape!”
“Goodness, Marble, if somepony isn’t careful, they may end up choking on this.” the pegasus gasps, mortified at the idea.
“Yeah… Mama likes it.” the mare says, grasping tightly onto her neck and biting her lip. That takes Downpour by surprise, slightly turned on after adding what she said with the implications that she had dropped earlier.
“Why don’t you go around the place setting up your traps while we keep a lookout? We’ll wait for you right here,” she continues.
With a determined look on his face, Marble runs off deeper into the place. The headless mare keeps her ears raised, listening to his footsteps. When none can be heard anymore, she drags her lover further into the building via the hallway on the side.
“Come on, ponies will be coming in at any time! Let’s hide and give them some good scares!”
Her voice is amplified by the tight and vast space they’re currently in. Even though she had been whispering, he bet it could be heard in the hall opposite to them. He speeds up to match up to her trot and follows her. He had been on her tail ever since they met, so what’s some more few hours going to do for him. Besides, he has a prize waiting for him later.
She had been right. It didn’t take long for four sets of hooves to barge right into the building and start tripping up on their webs. Their screams carried all the way to the couple’s ears, delighting the mare. So she made up a plan that he should hide and scare them off in her direction while she scampered around the place and chased them out.
“Haha! This will be a night they’ll remember for the rest of their lives!” she had said.
Downpour had complied with her scheme and sat alone in almost complete darkness. Whenever the group of ponies passed by him, he would trip objects to put them on their nerves, sometimes stomping loudly and hiding next to the ceiling, gliding silently close behind them.
And she did her part too. She would use her honeyed voice to lure them into strings of tapes, making them trip all over the place or leading them into dead ends where she would openly laugh at them.
At times three extra sets of clopping hooves echoed across the warehouse, two coming from the couple and another from their burly friend. It seemed like he wanted to approach them to warn them of the traps, but his heavy hooves did nothing but intimidate them into running away from him.
The small group had been messed with and led all over the premises, leaving them tired, weary, and most importantly, scared shitless. The shrieking and squealing caused the sadistic mare to cackle like an old witch. Most of them were yelling “Monster!” while they scampered to find their way back to the entrance.
Four ponies had just run across his position, most likely through the front door and outside. Hopefully, this will be enough to please his temporary marefriend. Ever since they started making up, he felt deep inside like he wanted her to be happy. That smile made his heart melt into a puddle.
Not long after, he hears her clip-clops, softer than his friend’s and less panicked than the group that just went by. Unfortunately, there’s too much duct tape webbing the hallway outside the room he’s hiding in. So he calls out to guide her towards his voice. She catches on to his voice and leisurely follows it but stops halfway with the sound of something hitting the ground and rolling down the hall.
“Headless? Did something happen?” he asks.
She doesn’t answer him. Instead, she runs further next to his location, stops for a short while, and continues on, finally meeting up with him. His heart soars when her red-tinted eyes enter his vision, her frame shining glamorously by the dim light coming from the boarded-up window right next to them.
“Right, sorry, I tripped on one of the tapes. Hard to see in the dark, y’know?
His feelings start taking control of his body. Downpour trots up to the entrance, closes the door, locks it, then moves to his mare and kisses her deeply. She reciprocates him, letting his tongue inside her mouth while using her own to wrestle him. Both stumble across the room while kissing, embracing, and biting at each other. They end up below the window, coating her frame and gorgeous, captivating eyes, putting the final nail on his heart, falling completely in love.
The mare shoves him onto the ground, flipping him on his back, revealing his hot erection is already at full mast and leaking from the tip. She leans down on the floor and lays on her belly, using her front hooves to separate his rear legs and give her complete access to his nether regions.
“You’ve been such a good boy… Let me please you some more. I wanna shove this fat cock down my throat ‘til I cum.”
She promptly starts to work on his balls, shoving them both directly into her mouth. She roughly sucks on them, rotating her tongue on the sack and pulling it by bobbing back her head. The sweat that clung to him filled her taste buds, coupled with the musk of sex they had some hours ago, making her salivate even more. She lets one of his jewels slip from her lips, grasping it delicately with the frog of her hoof and fondling it while the other keeps getting treated harshly in her mouth.
The pegasus body shivered intensely, and his member tensed rigorously. The pleasure was incredible. No mare had ever given him such crazy head. He rests his head on the floor, looking at the ceiling without focus and groaning at the treatment his eggs received.
Soon after, she removed the sack from her mouth and started to very slowly lick her way up to his other end, smooching at random intervals to nurture her love. Right at the tip, she lets her tongue loose and licks him up like a lollipop, gathering every single drop of semen that he leaked from anticipation, letting it mix with her saliva and droop down on his erection.
The mare drops down her head on him, putting half of his entire shaft on her throat, before turning back to lick it some more and going down again on him. She knew how to do this and kept repeating the process without any strain. She would leave his cock on her windpipe for minutes, only breaking out to gasp for air, coughing loudly before taking a deep breath and swallowing him again.
Her pussy had been tight and hot, but the feeling of fucking her throat was uncomparable. He could feel her pulse vibrate across his horsecock, every cough and moan, her tongue that slid around his medial ring, grasping it tightly and rasping at his sensitive skin. This was the best he had ever had, and possibly ever will. She would try and swallow more of him after every time that she resurfaced, dripping her drool without control, drenching his balls with it. He would often think that she was suffocating, only for him to feel her exit his member for air.
Downpour did nothing but lie in the dirty ground, occasionally groaning from pleasure. With his eyes closed, he felt her lips touch his, forcibly entering her tongue into his mouth to deliver a very passionate kiss, where they spent minutes wrestling until they were forced to come apart for oxygen.
“Told you I didn’t have gag reflex, didn’t I.” she purred, sounding like a woven song to his ears.
He opened his eyes and peered deeply in the window of her soul, those scarlet gems that reflected his image back at him, so hungry for lust, so honest and lively. The moon’s glow barely reached her. Most of her body was blanketed by darkness. Her lovely lips gasped for air; her face was slightly blue, most likely from choking upon him. He reached out to hold her, playing with her lips and caressing her cheeks, moving down onto-
She had no neck.
He tried reaching down further but felt nothing. He traced the back of her head and felt nothing but a stump where he should feel something.
She had no neck.
It was only then that he realized something was still sucking his cock. His eyes shot wide open and his body stiffened with dread. Only moments later did he manage to look over at his rear end to see what was gobbling him.
There, halfway engulfed by darkness was her neck. The stump, rather, attached to the rest of her body.
Her neck was sucking him.
Dread made space for fear. Fear was replaced by terror. His lips could barely move apart, his throat felt parched like he had swallowed a bucket of sand, his fur stood at its end.
“What’s wrong, stud? I thought you'd like getting head~?”
The head talked. It moved around the air with a slight glow right where her name would be, looking directly at him, her monstrous red eyes gleaming at his horror, growing richer at every moment.
“Mmhm~! Such delicious fear! I knew you were the absolute best this town had to offer, Thriller.”
Downpour couldn’t look away. He couldn’t move. He wanted to shrivel up in a ball and lie in the corner and wait for the demon to go away, but she wasn’t going to, not until she had her fun. For his immense confusion, his boner stood the hardest he ever felt, like his whole circulatory system was pumping every last blood cell down into it, making him feel extremely sensitive.
The neck kept doing its work, swallowing his huge cock down without any difficulty, marked by a big bulge on her throat, the hole not designed to fit such a big thing inside. She somehow had gotten tighter, like there was no limit to her anymore. Her stump sped up, slamming all the way down into his balls and spraying her saliva all around.
Meanwhile, the mare's head grew bluer by the second. She’d bite her lip so hard that she started bleeding, only when the rest of the body released itself from him that she gasped loudly, coughing in spurts before it began to slam on him again.
“Fuck, that's it! Choke me, you stud! Fuck that throat ’til I can’t breathe anymore. Hnngh~! I'm so wet!"
She started moaning loudly; with her mouth technically free, she shouted obscenities while she neck fucked herself with him. Every tune that her mouth spouted could be felt on her stump, which echoed throughout the insides of his stallionhood with a strong ripple, coupled with the depth that she pushed on him and her tightness driving him mad with ecstasy. Every gasp tickled him, every swear she shouted caused him to kick legs.
Her mouth gasped and groaned rapidly, if from the pleasure or the lack of air, he didn’t know, and he really didn’t care much at the moment. Whenever the bottom half parted with him, the head sounded like she had just surfaced from drowning and took a few seconds to breathe in before digging back into her own grave. She’d been losing her focus, her magic was losing its spark, and her head floated down onto his chest, peering directly at his soul.
Downpour had never felt this mix of high arousal and fear in his life, and he didn’t know what to make of it. Besides, he wanted to cum very badly. The young colt's entire body tensed as he felt like he was about to explode in this mare. His flare steadily expanded to signify that. She realizes that and desperately tries to exit herself from him but finds it way too difficult to remove herself from his ring as his member grows in size, and in the end, receives a hot load of jizz that he catapulted deep inside her.
“Fuck-” is all she said before his cum spurted from her nose, mouth, and neck, causing her to cough violently and her body to spasm as wild torrents of liquid hit the floor behind her.
Her body desperately tried digging herself out from him, his erection popping loudly out of her hole, still very rigid and streaming his hot semen over her body wave after wave. His mind wavers; the last ejaculation or perhaps the monster that had milked him had drained him dry of his energies. All of the room features spin wildly, and not long after, he can’t see anything anymore. The last thing his senses pick up before blacking out is the loud, violent croaking of somepony gasping for air.
When he comes to, the sound of splitting wood graces his ears. Laying in a pool of his own sweat, the pegasus feels too weak to get up on his own. He looks around the room but finds no pony there alongside him. That couldn’t have been a dream. It all had felt too real to be one. The creaking continues next to him, but he couldn’t do anything to escape his situation, not even hide. So he puts his headrest on the floor and simply waits for whatever is outside to come and get him.
The door splits into two and crashes inwards. A huge frame enters the room atop of its debris and charges for the still stallion. It scooped his entire body on its arms and hugged him tightly.
“Downpour! Bro, I was so worried! You two disappeared, and I couldn’t find any hide nor hair of you guys! I heard a bunch of ponies running around, but they all kept their distance from me! What happened? Are you ok?”
A tiny smile creeps up on the pegasus’s muzzle, leaving it to his friend to come to his rescue. With his help, Downpour manages to get onto his shaky hooves.
“I’m… tired. Very, very very tired. Let’s just go home, alright? Nothing bad’s gonna happen anymore.” he mutters.
“But… where’s that girl?” his friend asks, scanning the area for her.
“I... don’t know. She must have gotten tired and ran off. I don't think we'll be seeing her again.”
Marble nods silently, noticing that something must’ve happened between both of them, but couldn’t bring himself to ask. The pegasus looked really shaken, but what mattered was that he was safe. The duo left the decrypt place behind, the tired stallion limping all the way to the outside. With enough persistence, he reluctantly let the mountainous miner carry him on his back all the way to his house, where they said their goodbyes and parted ways.
His sister had been waiting for him, despite the late hours for somepony her age. He didn’t really listen for what she had to say and replied to her interrogation with incomprehensible muttering before locking himself up in his room. He tossed his costume on the floor and dropped on his bed, almost instantly passing out from the harrowing events.
Downpour decided he was definitely going to sit out next Nightmare Night out. It was starting to become a real headache.
Author's Note
Enjoy this silly little thing I came up with for this special month.
Remember! Giving out raisins instead of candy makes you both an asshole and the prime target for egg tossing!