Author's Note

Happy Halloween!I gotta admit that the inspiration for this idea came out of nowhere and I just HAD to write it. I hope you guys enjoy it, and that I didn't butcher Sunset's character too badly.

Chapter 2: Nightmare Night!

Chapter 2: Nightmare Night!

The night had finally come! After waiting an entire year, with these last few weeks being especially hard for his young mind, Happy Bolt was finally able to don his costume for the year. Unlike his first Nightmare Night last year, Happy Bolt had decided to dress up in a costume he’d made for himself, specifically as a big red dragon. Constructed of paper mâché, popsicle sticks, a bit of magic from his arts teacher, and a few accessories he got from a general store, Happy Bolt was quite proud of his dragon costume. Sure, it didn’t look much like a dragon, but it was big, red, and had a large jaw with lots of teeth in it. What was there not to love about it?

The only damper on his celebratory mood came from the fact that he’d likely have to be spending the night under Mrs. Pleasant Thoughts’s watchful gaze with the rest of the foals at his orphanage. It was something he really didn’t want to experience because none of them liked him for any reason he could understand. While Pleasant Thoughts was nice enough and would’ve made a wonderful mother in his own opinion, to him she was still an unwanted authority figure whose job was to keep him ‘out of trouble’ on what should’ve been one of the best nights of the year! So, when he had seen his chance, he’d made an escape attempt, fleeing from the group as they were turning a corner and sneaking off down a nearby alley. He didn’t stop running until he was at least three streets away. Considering this was Manehattan on a holiday night, he very quickly would’ve lost any potential pursuers in the rivers of costumed ponies filling the streets. Now, he just needed to find a fun looking group to attach himself to and his night would be complete! It wasn’t like he was trying to run away. He had every intention of returning to the orphanage later tonight. He just wanted to have fun on his own, like any other colt his age or older would’ve!

Looking around, he carefully surveyed where he was and what his options were. He was on one of the residential streets, many of the houses and apartment buildings stood with their porch or interior lights still lit, illuminating the street. However, unlike most of the streets, there were noticeably fewer ponies or lit buildings here. He couldn’t see any foal groups his age, just a lot of high school aged or older colts, fillies, stallions, and mares milling about the streets. Marshalling his courage, he approached one of the smaller groups with just two mares and stallions each. Curiously, their costumes didn’t seem to line up with the spirit of Nightmare Night. Rather than trying to disguise themselves from appearing like ponies to avoid Nightmare Moon’s hungry gaze, they all wore outfits that were…weird. The stallions seemed to be dressed like a pair of thugs with black, leathery sports jackets and a set of baseball bats resting within a set of holsters across their barrels. The mares by contrast seemed to have come from a high-class party or meeting as they wore some stylish business suits like what he often saw the wealthier ponies around the city wearing during the day. As he drew closer, Happy Bolt saw that they and the mares had decided to use face paints, and had decorated their faces, parts of their necks, and even a few patches of their exposed flesh with blotchy patches of red ink that looked far too eerily like blood.

“Happy Nightmare Night!” Happy Bolt greeted with a wide smile upon his face as he started to reach them. “What are you ponies supposed to be? Where are your costumes?”

The group turned towards him with looks of annoyance crossing their faces. All of them were holding either a large can of some kind of drink or some small sticks that had little puffs of fires glowing at their ends with trails of smoke wafting off.

“Buzzsch off, brat,” one of the stallions, a pegasus, barked at him from where he was lounging against the side of a fence. He was one of the ones holding a can and seemed to be having a hard time looking at him for some reason. “We ain’t gotsch no candy for yah.”

“Thunder Spark, be nice,” one of the mares said. Even as she spoke, Happy Bolt could see long contrails of smoke puffing up out of her mouth. Was she purposely breathing in that smoke?! In the back of his mind, he realized that that would probably explain why the earthpony mare and her breath both smelled so bad. He could smell her even from as far away as he was, and it reeked! Just for that alone, he was already reconsidering his choice to join this group. Her suddenly predatory gaze upon him and his partially filled bag of treats only bolstered that inclination. “Besides, look. The little thing brought us some treats!”

Before he could reply, a magic aura engulfed his bag and yanked it from his loose grasp. “Hey!”

“Let’s see what we got here,” the unicorn stallion among the group said as he shuffled through the candy bag.

“That’s mine!” Happy Bolt cried out, already trying to rush forward to grab his bag back.

“And jusch whut are yah shupposched tah be anyway?” the last remaining mare, another earthpony, demanded in a strangely slurred voice. It sounded like she was trying to talk with a swollen tongue or something. “A walkin’ pile of trashh? Yah shure did a fine job uff it, if sho.”

It took a moment for her slurred comment to translate in his brain. But when it did, he couldn’t help the tears from forming in his eyes. “Hey! That’s mean! I made this! And I’m a dragon!”

The mare took a long, slow look up and down his pride and joy. “Nooope. I don’ shee it. Datsh naw draggin, jush a pile of trash.”

Now the tears were freely falling. He’d spent days working on this. He loved it dearly. And these big ponies were calling it just a pile of trash?!

“Awww, don’ cry, litzle one,” the first stallion said as he grabbed the baseball bat from his back. “We’ll tuk care uff it fur yah!”

Before Happy Bolt could really process just what the stallion was speaking of, the pony had stumbled over to him and swung the bat in his mouth with all the force he could manage. It was thanks to the way that Happy Bolt had built his costume that it was merely the paper mâché dragon head that he wore over atop his own head like a top hat that was struck instead of Happy Bolt himself. Nonetheless, the damage might as well have been the same. For the moment that the bat had struck the flimsy material, it was promptly shattered and sent crashing to the ground in many pieces, utterly irreparable. Happy Bolt took just barely a moment to see what had happened, shocked and horrified at what happened and for no seeming reason he could understand.

“Nice shot, Thunder!” laughed the first mare as she came up to nuzzle against her stallion’s side in a rather suggestive way. Then she turned a nasty grin down upon the trembling colt before them. “But it looks like you missed some of it.”

“Mah bad,” the pegasus said in an almost apologetic tone. Then he spun the bat to the side in a very clear show of preparing to take another swing. Happy Bolt let out a loud wail of terror and the cry of remorse that only those who’s recently broken dreams could really understand. He had turned and fled the group so fast that he practically left a dust trail in his wake, tears falling down his face. Thankfully for him, he had fled just soon enough and fast enough to have missed being hit by the second swing the drunken pony had made.

“Uh shhhoot,” the pegasus remarked blandly around the bat in his jaw. “I mished ugun.”

“At least we got a consolation prize for the annoyance,” the unicorn stallion pointed out as he floated out a few pieces of candy from the bag.

“Ha! True!” his marefriend agreed as she took another long puff of her cigarette. “Come on, guys. Let’s go and fleece some more foals.”

A round of agreement followed her suggestion and soon the group were making their way down the street, idly munching on some of the stolen candies. Unnoticed by them, a certain pair of angry green eyes glared at them, having witnessed the encounter with the foal. A dark cloaked figured hurried over to the spot where the broken dragon head costume lay abandoned and forgotten. It was briefly encased in a teal aura, all the broken pieces mending back together, as well as a few new enchantments being added on. Rather than follow after the foal who’d had the beginning of his night tarnished by those brutes, the cloaked mare hurried after the group instead. It was time they were reminded that they were not the top of the food chain, and that this night was meant for the enjoyment of foals.

Sunset watched with angry anticipation as her recently chosen victims headed towards a rather convenient location. Convenient for herself, that is. They were walking towards one of the abandoned houses in the district. The building might’ve been a lovely home once, but that time was now long past. It was in positively decrepit condition. The once pristine white paneled siding was now coated in thick patches of dirt, long stretches of rot could be easily seen even in the darkness of night. All of the windows were missing their glass and there was a rather noticeable hole in the roof off to the side. The small porch the group were ascending creaked and groaned with each tiny movement or shifting of weight it was subjected to. The closer she got to the old dwelling, the more of an impression she got that this house had been the unfortunate victim of a fire and had been quickly abandoned, only to be left to rot as nopony was interested in dealing with the mess.

Rather than follow the herd up the stairs, Sunset moved off to the side and peered around the edge of the window. Quietly, she observed her prey as they settled themselves into the living room. The furniture was as ragged as the rest of the house, but the high school dropouts clearly didn’t mind. In fact, even as she watched, the smoker pairs had quickly started getting intimate with each other, rubbing up against one another suggestively as the mare gently stroked at her beau’s sheathed tool. The drunken pair seemed uncertain as to whether they wanted to eat their candy loot, follow their friends’ example and fuck, or just fall over and start sleeping upon one another.

A dark, predatory smirk crossed Sunset’s face as she saw the perfect opportunity. Lighting her horn, she cast a quick and simple spell upon the drunken duo before hurriedly pulling herself away from the window to keep herself hidden. Given just how wasted they were, the spell took practically no time to take effect upon them. Within moments, the sounds of a drunken snoring could be heard as the two fell into a deep and enchanted slumber.

“Wow, they really were wasted,” the stallion remarked in a slightly surprised voice.

“Who cares about them?” the mare demanded in a needy voice. “Now we don’t gotta be quiet! Let’s have some fun, Megajolt!”

“Alright, alright!” laughed the unicorn. “Settle down, Hip-Hop. Just let me get the condom.”

“No condoms!” barked the mare. “You! In me! NOW!!”

Whatever else they might’ve said was lost on Sunset as she had been making her way away from the window and towards the porch, her horn glowing the whole way. First, she cast a silencing field upon and around her hooves. The next she cast an illusionary spell that turned her orange coat and fiery mane into the darkest shades of black. Just for the giggles and the fact that it was Nightmare Night, she decided to add glowing red eyes to the illusion. Next came her new favorite body augmentation spells of rubber bones, stretchy flesh, and deep breaths. The final spell she created as she entered through the still-open doorway was a transparent sound barrier around the entire house, trapping her prey within. This spell was a good deal trickier to cast than the visible one she’d used just the other night in the alleyway, costing a larger chunk of her magic as a result. But given just how much unicorn magic she now had at her disposal, that was hardly a hurdle she needed to worry about anymore. As she turned and headed towards the raised voices, Sunset idly prepared another sound barrier. Smiling wickedly as she entered unnoticed into the living room, she released the spell, effectively splitting the room into two distinct halves between the two pairs. Yes, the sleeping pair were in an enchanted sleep, but it never hurt to have a contingency plan up and ready.

Practically prancing as she made her way over to the fucking duo, she idly wondered how she’d go about doing it this time. Unlike her last fucking prey, these two weren’t mounted in the traditional pony-style. Instead, the mare had managed to position herself upon her back on an old table, legs locked securely behind her stallion’s hindquarters and neck, keeping his face locked to hers as he pumped into her pussy with wild abandon. Sunset hummed to herself as she watched, waited, and contemplated before being struck by an idea. It’d be annoying because she was somewhat impatient right now, but she could wait. So, resolutely, she stepped up just behind the pair and took a seat to watch more closely. Against her own desires, the pungent odors of their sexual pheromones very quickly had her hoof tracing teasing paths along her own pussy and clit, getting her wet and needy.

And so, the voyeuristic situation unfolded with the fucking duo unknowingly putting on a show to their soon-to-be killer. Sunset found herself somewhat caught by surprise when, as her own sexual needs started rising, she found herself debating the merits of foregoing her initial plans and joining in. Though she was certainly no virgin, it’d been a while since she’d gotten any stallion cock. Her dedication to her studies and now her quest for ascension had made making a social life, even one with sexual benefits, not a big priority for her. Which meant that now that she was being confronted with the act being done right in front of her, she was beginning to realize that there were indeed certain needs she had been neglecting of herself. While the orgasms she got from magic assimilation were mind-blowingly incredible, there was still a lot that could be said about taking an actual cock up her pussy, feeling it throbbing and twitching inside her empty tunnel as it pushed futilely up against her magically sealed cervix. Hey, just because she had partaken in the act a few times didn’t mean she was stupid about it like most mares her age were!

Thankfully for Sunset, before her mounting sexual frustration could overwhelm her, the duo before her visibly started to reach their climaxes, forcing Sunset to put her plan into action. Remaining in her seated position, she lit her horn as she cast binding spells upon the mare’s legs, effectively locking her into place upon her stallion. This amused Sunset greatly as she watched the mare. Clearly, she’d noticed her stallion was approaching his limit and, finally remembering the danger of having raw sex, started trying to pry herself off her stallion. But given that her limbs were essentially tied into place, all her thrashing did was heighten the stallion’s own pleasure as her frantic movements only increased the wild flexing of her sex tunnel. With a grunt of exertion, clearly not hearing his mare’s loud cries at him to stop, he jabbed himself forward with all the force he could muster. Sunset watched with frustrated fascination as the stallion’s balls began flexing, swelling and contracting in tandem with what little of the base of his cock that she could see. She could practically see the ropes of baby batter as he flushed them out of his system, shooting them into his mare’s unwilling womb and pussy. It amused Sunset to see that with each frantic pump of semen they made, the stallion’s sack became smaller and sagged ever deeper. By the time his orgasm had started tapering off, his once heavily swollen balls were at less than half their previous mass.

“Dammit, Megajolt!” the mare shouted in rage. “I said to STOP!!!”

Taking that as her cue, Sunset’s horn lit up as she yanked the stallion’s hindhooves out from under him just as he was starting to come back to his senses. The unexpected loss of his support caused him to press forward even deeper into the mare. Unknown to Sunset, this movement actually caused his cock to press up against Hip-Hop’s cervix so strongly that he had finally managed to push through it for the first time in their relationship. The wholly unexpected entrance caught both of them by surprise, triggering a spontaneous orgasm from both of them (or an immediate second for Megajolt).

As her womb was being flooded and swollen up with her stallion’s second load, neither of them noticed the loud slurping and gulping noises immediately behind them. Megajolt was still lost in the throes of his mind-blowing second orgasm, so of course he didn’t notice his hindlegs or posterior becoming progressively warmer or wetter. Hip-Hop certainly didn’t notice her tail being guided into the monster’s jaw and down its throat by a teal telekinetic aura. And certainly not having her rump starting to warm and wet either. In fact, the two sex-crazed ponies suddenly found their second wind and resumed their activities, not caring in the least about potential pregnancies anymore.

Sunset paused in her consumption to stare in gawking surprise. They were literally so sex-drunk now that they didn’t even notice when something inexplicable was happening to them?! After several long seconds of disbelieving incomprehension, Sunset mentally slapped herself and resumed her eating. This was an unexpected boon for her. So why waste the opportunity? Admittedly, gulping down a pair of wildly fucking and bucking ponies in the midst of sex wasn’t necessarily hard but certainly annoying. She quickly learned that she needed to time her gulps to the stallion’s pumps. Doing so didn’t just make the process of swallowing them easier, but it accelerated their descent down her throat! Them wildly fucking was flexing her throat muscles for her. All she had to do was keep up a constant suction and down they went.

It literally wasn’t until they were up to their necks in her mouth that they finally realized that something strange was going on. By then, it was far too late. Sunset merely sat back down on her haunches, pulling her now-struggling meals upwards, and let gravity take over as she gave the last few swallows. With a loud gasp of relief, Sunset idly stroked her swollen belly. “That was awesome. And thanks for helping me swallow you. You have no idea how hard it could’ve been otherwise.”

Ignoring the cries of surprise and horror, their pleading and demands for release, Sunset began weaving the digestion and assimilation spells. Once ingested, she turned her attention to the two passed out ponies remaining in the room. Licking her lips, she used her magic to pull the sleeping earthpony mare to her maw and promptly stuffed her inside. Eating an unresisting pony was both easy and slightly boring to Sunset, but it also helped to expedite the process. In less than a minute, the earthpony had joined her two delinquent friends in their gastric doom as Sunset pulled the pegasus to her.

After swallowing the last of the pegasus down, Sunset looked down at her massively swollen belly. Thanks to her having added the digestion and assimilation spells earlier, there was a rather distinct difference in how her belly was shaped. The upper part that she could see had the expected pony shapes of hooves, wings, and limbs poking out. But as one traveled further below, the shapes quickly rounded out, becoming indistinct lumps that soon smoothed themselves out. Thankfully for the latter duo, they were digested in their sleep, so their passing was rather painless.

As like before, the assimilation spell was able to catch the different magics of her prey as the meat began making its way into her intestines. She watched with eager anticipation as the spell broke into three distinct parts. Two parts of the spell moved to her udders, one of the pair was visibly larger than the other due to two of her meals formerly being earthponies. They flowed like water into her udders, rapidly assimilating the already accumulated earthpony and pegasi magic that were stored there, and then going into stasis. Like last time, the collected unicorn magic was pulled up her spine and absorbed by her horn. All of this was done with a grand sensation of ‘swelling’ within her magic aura that no number of words could adequately describe. But because the earthpony and pegasi magic weren’t compatible with her unicorn body just yet, their impact was much more muted to her than the orgasm-inducing swelling she got from absorbing unicorn magic.

Panting heavily as she returned to herself from the wild orgasm she’d just endured, Sunset looked down, trying to see and examine her udders. She had wanted to examine them because she was uncertain as to the extent of just what and how earthpony and pegasi might’ve been affecting them. Sadly for her, her still massively swollen belly blocked her mammaries from sight. Sighing, she put those questions aside as she turned to a more immediate problem.

“Now, where to hide these pieces of shit?” Sunset idly wondered as she watched her swollen stomach begin to shrink down.

Craning her neck, she looked behind herself at the floor she was seated upon. It was just a wooden paneled floor that, like the rest of the house, was in a disturbing case of rot and disrepair. Humming to herself, she lit her horn and yanked up the planks that were immediately behind and under her ponut. Underneath the floorboards was another layer of paneling, but this layer was filled with the nesting material of many different types of vermin. But, more important to Sunset, the exposed cavity wasn’t that deep. With a flex of her magic, she knocked out the bottom of that layer and exposed the ground below.

Now, she had plenty of room to take a shit!

It was the end. He knew it was. The night was almost over, and the holiday was winding down. All that was left was for the foals to journey to the Nightmare Moon statue in the central park to make their annual offering to the hungry alicorn. And after that, the night would be over.

Happy Bolt trudged along the cobblestone path, following in the wake of a group of foals he’d taken to following after those big meanies… Shaking his head, he tried to force the memory of those big meanies and what they’d done to his pride and joy out of his mind. He hadn’t been able to find them again to get his candy bag back. He hadn’t been able to visit a general store to buy a new one because he’d left his allowance back in its hidey-hole at the orphanage. And he wasn’t going to ask any of the foals around if he could borrow one of theirs since he knew they’d say no. No foal would ever willingly share their candy with anypony in his experience. Most assuredly not on Nightmare Night!

So, he trudged along, still wearing the broken remains of his costume and carrying but a single piece of wrapped candy in his mouth. It was all the candy he could manage to carry without a bag and it was something he’d found discarded on the ground at the entrance of the park. It was a pitiful offering to the ferocious and fearsome Nightmare Moon and he knew it. With his costume broken, he’d be lucky to even make it out of the park before the terrifying alicorn snatched him up and ate him. But he’d still give his meager offering to her for he feared what she’d do if he didn’t.

When his turn came, he stepped up to the surprisingly large pile of positively mouthwatering treats and stared somewhat dumbstruck at the amount that was already present. Quickly shaking himself out of his stupor, he looked up at the imposing statue and said, “I’m sorry, Nightmare Moon. This is the only thing I can offer you this time. Please forgive me. I’ll do better next year, I swear.” The statue remained unmoved and silent in response to his heartfelt plea. With a small, sad sigh, knowing he was doomed, he flicked his tiny offering up onto the pile and started to turn away.

No sooner did his tiny candy land upon the pile than did a massive flash of lightning split the sky, thunder booming deafeningly as powerful winds began sweeping through the park around the statue. All of the gathered ponies that were lined up behind Happy Bolt or loitering around the area instinctively froze up in terror as their eyes sought out the source of the disturbance, squinting through the strong winds.

“CITIZENS OF MANEHATTAN!!” a thunderous voice boomed out from seemingly everywhere. “YOU HAVE DONE WELL IN BRINGING THESE OFFERINGS TO ME!! BUT I REQUIRE NO MORE!!”

It was at this time, as the winds started dying down, that the ponies were able to trace the voice. It was coming from atop the pedestal upon which stood a towering black alicorn, wearing archaic battle armor and having a starry blue mane and tail of billowing smoke. The terrifying visage stood easily six times larger than even Princess Celestia was said to be, gazing down upon the gathered ponies with eyes that glowed a blinding red light. But what was easily the most noticeable feature of the unnaturally massive mare, made even more visible as she reared upon her hindlegs so that she truly towered over all of them, was the swollen belly she possessed. A belly that had the unmistakable bulges, thrashing movements, and muffled cries of terrified ponies trapped within it.

“AS YOU CAN SEE, I HAVE ALREADY EATEN MY FILL!!” the monster bellowed mightily in her titanic voice. Many voices, young and old, let out loud screeches of terror as they saw and heard her. A flurry of panicked movement erupted throughout the park as all the ponies fled for the nearest source of cover or concealment they could find. Undeterred by her audience’s terror, the nightmare continued her little announcement.

“SO, TAKE BACK YOUR OFFERINGS, LITTLE ONES, AND KNOW THAT I SHALL NOT TROUBLE ANY MORE OF YOU FOR THIS NIGHT!!” With a sudden burst of lightning and thunder, the alicorn threw back her head and let out a deafening laugh. And she kept laughing even as her form was enveloped in a gaseous cloud that shot off into the night, her voice fading into the distance.

Having been the closest to the abomination, Happy Bolt had immediately frozen up and stared, stiff as a board throughout the entirety of the spectacle. Now, an eerie silence fell over the park as the ponies stared at the once again normal-sized statue of Nightmare Moon. Then, like the rising of the tide, laughter and cheering started echoing through the park as ponies found the humor in the situation.

Despite himself, Happy Bolt couldn’t help but smile along with the rest of the foals. But then his head drooped as he realized that, even if the apparition had been the real Nightmare Moon and had made an honest decree, he still wouldn’t have anything worth bringing back with him. Not after those big meanies…

It was thanks to him dropping his face to the ground that he saw something wholly unexpected. It was his dragon head, completely repaired! And, sitting next to it, was a familiar bag, now stuffed to the brim with candies! Breath hitching in his throat, Happy Bolt looked up at the tall and silent statue as tears began falling unbidden from his eyes.

“Thank you, Nightmare Moon,” he said in a soft but very grateful voice. “Thank you very much for the best night ever!”

Standing off to the side, hidden in the shadows, Sunset couldn’t help but smile softly to herself in response, having heard the poor colt’s gratitude. It felt…nice. Being thanked for doing a good deed by brightening up one young foal’s holiday. The fact that she’d profited off of it didn’t really matter to her in this moment. Because, after all, she’d been in a similar situation as that colt once…

Shaking her head to rid herself of those unwanted memories, Sunset turned and stalked silently off. Despite the show she’d just put on, there was still a touch of hunger gnawing at her stomach. Maybe she could sneak in one last little snack (or three) before calling it a night?