The Great And Powerful Trixie Lulatoon

by Runic Script

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Porn, Trixie, Fetish, Main 6
Length: 6362

It's Nightmare Night, and only one pony can win the Ponyville costume contest through shameless application of questionable magic artifacts.

It's Nightmare Night, and Ponyville is hosting a costume contest with a cash prize. Trixie is hardly going to not do everything to win, no matter how unsafe, questionable or explicit.

Kinks:
Hypnosis. Loads of hypnosis. Barely any setup, instant gratification. Unaware, triggers, you name it. If you know who I am, you know what this is.
Sabotage. Shame on Trixie for being such a terrible role model and sullying this pure and innocent cavalcade of outrageous fetishes with her dirty dirty cheating.

Further Kinks:
Prologue: Toon/Anthro TF
Rainbow: Nerd/Dork TF; Wedgies; (Light) Humiliation
Applejack: Futa; Puppeteering
Rarity: Clown TF; Balloons
Fluttershy: Playboy Bunny; Dirty Talk; Futa
Pinkie: Rubber/Sextoy TF; Nullge; Futa
Twilight: Bimbony

Was going to write this idea for Nightmare Night, but since I saw that any Nightmare Night story of sufficient length and horniness qualifies for Broni-wan-kenobi's Spooky Cloppy Contest I decided to finish it before that deadline and claim that I wrote it for that instead.

Published 2022-11-01 02:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2022-11-01 02:00:00 UTC

Prologue

Trixie frowned as she read over the letter again. She didn’t know how that pink one from Ponyville had managed to get a letter to her while she was on the road, and she didn’t know why the mare had gone to the effort just to invite her to a Nightmare Night party as if Trixie was going to enter that town for another round of humiliation. The only reason she hadn’t tossed it out the moment she’d read it was the last line at the bottom.

Costume Contest: 1st Prize 100 Bits

It wasn’t something to be easily ignored. Most contests she came across only had a pittance for a prize, but a hundred Bits were a good show’s earnings just for showing up with the best costume.

Of course, that was another problem by itself. Trixie had neither the money nor the time to spend on elaborate disguises rather than her show outfit. And she knew from experience that her cape and hat did not count as a costume to most ponies. Holidays like this were usually some of her most lucrative nights, but for Nightmare Night her earnings and the size of her audience both plummeted if she couldn’t convince the crowd that her work clothes qualified as a costume.

Trixie grumbled as she folded the letter up again before stopping at the realization that her hooves had carried her down some dead-end alley while she’d been distracted. And not just any dead-end alley, but right up in front of a dingy dark store that looked suspiciously similar to one she’d last seen in a town half a country away.

Trixie looked back over her shoulder at the much brighter street right outside the alley and the total lack of notice from the ponies walking past. Then to the store that was guaranteed to have a winning costume for a ludicrously cheap price. Then down at the letter again.

She sighed and tucked the letter back into her mane, pushing open the door.

The little bell over the door jingled happily as she stepped into a surprisingly well-lit shop that fit in no way with the dirty and dingy alleyway it was situated in or the dark and dreary atmosphere of the last shop of this kind that she’d visited. The array of random wares also was a lot more colorful and, quite frankly, more on display than the half-hidden secrets of last time, if not even more weird and nonsensical.

There was a sound of a door from somewhere out of sight and a young earth pony stallion holding an elaborate masquerade mask on a stick in front of his face came up from the back of the shop, cheerfully leaning on the counter while keeping his face obscured. “Welcome to my little shop of mystical mysteries. If you’re here, then you’re looking for something only I can provide. Or Barnyard Bargains, but my stock isn’t mass-produced.”

Trixie glared suspiciously at the merchant. “Trixie has done this song and dance before. Trixie asks for a magical artifact to suit her needs, gets cursed, goes mad and is beaten and driven away in disgrace while being down her hard-earned savings.”

“Well yes, that is how these things generally work.” The merchant picked up a deck of cards, shuffling them casually between his hooves. “Nothing I can do about it, I’m afraid. Franchising, you see, it’s part of the contract. Although I like to think that I’m generally a lot more fun about these things than my competitors.”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “The Great and Powerful Trixie doesn’t much care about your fun. Trixie needs a costume that’s able to win a contest and doesn’t send her on a cursed rampage.” She pursed her lips. “Well, not one that would have her paying more than the prize money’s worth. Or being disqualified.” A mare had to eat after all, and morality was all well and good for other ponies who weren’t still paying off their second new caravan.

“A contest? Say no more, I have just the thing for you~!” The stallion turned around, transferring his mask to his tail to mask his backside instead as he rummaged around in some shelves. “Ah-hah!”
He turned around again to hold up a stack of black and white fabric. “The perfect costume for a mare of your temperament! A magician’s outfit!”

Trixie stared at him for a moment. “Trixie is a magician. Trixie already owns a magician’s outfit.”

“Then this should be perfectly comfortable for you~” The merchant grinned at her, pushing the stack her way. “Just give it a try, I promise you won’t regret it.”

She stared down at the stack, then at him again. “How cursed is this costume.”

He wiggled his hoof in a so-so motion. “Moderately cursed? Strange magic powers, touch of madness, should wear off after a week or so, probably. Just think of it as a bad cold.”

Trixie stared at him.

“There’s a considerable chance of taking morally ambiguous but not irredeemably evil revenge on the ones you feel slighted by.”

Trixie held the eye contact as she slowly slid the costume closer to herself.

“Changing rooms are right down the left!”

Trixie dumped the stack down on the bench of the changing room to look it over. It wasn’t much, just an admittedly rather fancy and elegant looking black cape with red lining, a top hat and…

“...why are there gloves?” She picked up one of the clean white four-fingered gloves, batting at the fingers with the tip of her rather obviously fingerless hooves before carelessly tossing it back to the bench, grumbling something unflattering about the store owner under her breath as she instead decided to try on the cape.

As she struggled with the too-long cape, the discarded glove started to move behind her back. Standing up on two fingers and brushing itself off before stemming the other two fingers to its side angrily. After glaring at Trixie’s back for a moment it jumped back up onto the bench, rousing its partner before pushing up the top hat to crawl inside, coming out a moment later with a large and shiny pocket watch. The two gloves looked at each other and nodded, one cracking its knuckles before jumping up to tug at Trixie’s tail while the other floated up above her eye level.

“Yeargh! What the-” Trixie yelped at the pull on her tail and spun around, only to come face to face with the shiny golden pocket watch swinging right in front of her eyes. “...haaaayyy…?” She froze in confusion, eyes locked onto the sparkling gems set into the face of the watch in a swirling pattern, head moving slightly as she followed it back and forth, back and forth…

The other glove moved up to snap its fingers in her face, getting her attention just long enough to gesture for her to sit down before the unicorn’s eyes locked back onto the swinging pocket watch again, pupils already filled with swirls. Another gesture and Trixie raised her hooves, making the gloves drop the watch back into the top hat before jumping forward to slip over her hooves.

Trixie blinked a few times in confusion at the sudden lack of focus, head tilting down to stare at the gloves on her hooves with still swirly eyes, the fingers dangling around uselessly. She stared a moment longer before blinking again and taking a deep breath, bringing one of her hooves up to her face to bite down on the limp thumb and start blowing into it, inflating the glove like a balloon. A short breather later and she was doing the same to the other glove, blowing them up until they were each easily bigger than her head.

She blinked again, the spirals slowly fading from her eyes as she stared at the two huge gloves blocking her vision, feeling an odd pressure building against her hooves. “Wha…?” There was a loud shoooomph and the gloves suddenly rapidly deflated, pushing a huge bulge of air down her forelegs and leaving a pair of perfectly solid and animate gloves attached to a pair of long noodly blue arms. Before Trixie could question what happened however the air reached her shoulders and went up, her vision suddenly going up towards the ceiling as her head was inflated like a balloon, puffing out her cheeks and ears and everything else to triple the size.

Trixie flailed around for a moment before her hands found her cheeks and gave them a push, forcing the air back down into her body and leaving a still fur-covered but considerably less ponyish face. Her back hooves floated an inch off the floor for a moment as her body ballooned out in the shape of a blimp before the air shifted with another shoooomph, pushing out her chest and her rump into considerably bigger and rounder shapes while leaving her barrel as a thin hourglass waist. Her hind legs stretched out slightly but experienced the least changes, leaving the newly minted anthropomorphized toonicorn standing on a pair of hooves and stocky legs.

She wobbled and flailed her arms comically for a moment until she managed to find her balance and turn around to the large mirror in the corner, giggling as she posed and stretched her limbs and clapped her hands and snapped her fingers, putting on the now much better fitting cape and top hat and ignoring the faint swirls still visible in her eyes. “Oh, the Great and Powerful Trixie is going to have lots of fun at that party~”

Rainbow Dash/Applejack

Rainbow Dash adjusted the lapels of her jacket again as she made her way around other ponies towards the punch bowl. Admittedly, dressing up in Spitfire’s publicity outfit might not have been her best costume idea ever, but she’d already dressed up in a Wonderbolts flightsuit before. And in a Shadowbolts flightsuit. And in a historical Wonderbolts flightsuit. So this year she definitely deserved points for creativity. And for effort since she got the shades and the whistle and even made some of the pins and badges on the jacket herself. And any more points she needed to win, she’d just make up by being Awesome.

She’d just set her empty punch glass aside to check that none of her pins had fallen off again when a commotion in the next room over drew her attention, led by a particular familiar voice.

“...all for the special holiday showing of the Great and Powerful Trrrrrixie!”

Rainbow rolled her eyes and pushed her way through the partygoers again, squeezing to the front of the small crowd to get a look at… Trixie standing on two legs in a small open space in a corner of the room, gesturing with some surprisingly life-like fake gloves or something of the sort. Costume aside, the mare seemed just as grandiose and self-important as the last times she was in town, though.

Rainbow huffed and glared at the unicorn for a moment before smirking. “Nice costume, Trixie! Are you going as an actually decent magician?” She snickered at her jab before coming up short as the other mare simply turned to her with a smirk.

“And it seems that we have our first volunteer! Everyone give a round of applause for… what was your name again?”

Rainbow yelped as she was shoved forward by the cheering ponies behind her, glaring over her shoulder at whoever had pushed her before shaking her head and turning her attention to Trixie again. “It’s Rainbow Dash. And I didn’t volunteer for anything. I’m here to win the costume contest, I don’t have time to get dragged into your wannabe magic tricks.”

“Oh really? That’s a shame. But luckily Trixie doesn’t need a willing volunteer to turn into a part of her show, thanks to the power of Hypnosis!” She took off her top hat and pulled out a pocket watch, showing it off exaggeratedly to the crowd.

Rainbow blinked, then snorted. “Oh please, now you’re not even trying anymore. That’s not even real magic, just some Las Pegasus fakery.”

Trixie gasped dramatically, still smirking. “Are you perchance saying that you don’t believe Trixie could hypnotize you? Enough to make it a bet, even~?”

Rainbow rolled her eyes. “Even if it was real, it’s not like you would be able to hypnotize me.” She blinked and took a step back as the pocket watch was suddenly held in front of her face, her eyes automatically starting to follow the sparkling and swirling pattern as it slowly swung back and forth. “I don’t know if you’re just trying to… play up your costume or something, but it’s not… going to work… I’m just… too… awwwww…”

There was a snap and Rainbow blinked rapidly, shaking her head a couple times to clear it before turning to smirk at Trixie. “I told you it wouldn’t work. I’m jutht too awethththome to be hypnotiththed.” She blushed a little as she sprayed a bit of spittle with her lisp, trying to discreetly wipe her chin.

“Well, it seems that Trixie has to concede this round.” The unicorn was still smirking at her. “Either way, Trixie is still going to win the costume contest. Unless you think that your costume can compete?”

Rainbow perked up and turned around to pose for the crowd, showing off her big shiny braces and badly done pigtails, and squinting through the thickly smudged bottlecap glasses on her face. “That’thth right! I’m Rainbow Dork, the big dumb nerd! And I’m gonna- hey!”

She yelped as Trixie behind her suddenly grabbed her baggy pants and pulled them down to her ankles, showing off her geeky Daring Do briefs. Before she could complain about that, Rainbow suddenly found her rump jumping up as the unicorn grabbed the back of the briefs and pulled up into a wedgie, stretching them out more and more until she could pull them all the way over Rainbow’s eyes.

Rainbow yelped and started stumbling around, comically flailing and failing to pull the fabric off her face, nearly tripping over the pants still around her ankles several times. She held back a smirk as she blushed and whined and the ponies around her started laughing at her, one of them even smacking her rump as she stumbled past. They were totally buying her thuper aweththome cothtume. If she got bullied and laughed at like that for the rest of the evening she’d win the contest for sure.

Applejack snickered as Rainbow Dork stumbled past, then shook her head. That one had been fun and all, but as the most level-headed and responsible of their group she’d best put a stop to these shenanigans before the unicorn went too far and ruined someone’s night. At least all the younger, more impressionable fillies and colts were already home for curfew, which should help avoid the kinds of trouble they’d gotten the first time Trixie was in town.

She pushed past a pair of ponies to step up into the free space. “Alright, break it up. This might’ve been fun and all, but this is still a Nightmare Night party and not one of your shows. Let’s not derail this whole shindig with yer antics, alright?”

The unicorn turned to her, raising an eyebrow as she looked over Applejack’s patched overalls. “And your costume is… a farmer? Because as far as Trixie has heard of your family…”

AJ rolled her eyes, turning a bit to show off the wooden cross of planks balanced on her back, with a quartet of strings loosely attached to her hooves. “Ah’m Poneocchio, if ya need to ask. It might not be the fanciest costume, but it’s a classic for a reason.”

“Oh, of course.” Trixie hummed. “Well, you’re hardly going to win with a lackluster performance like that. How about a friendly wager instead?” She smirked and pulled out the pocket watch again, swinging it demonstratively. “You against Trixie’s great and powerful hypnosis skills. If you win, Trixie will stop her performance for the rest of the evening. If Trixie wins, she’ll give you a couple pointers for properly acting like your costume~”

Applejack snorted, her eyes slowly following the watch back and forth. “Ah don’t need no pointers, but Ah’m happy to take the bet if it means ya keep nice and quiet and don’t make… any trouble tonight. Ya might’ve gotten… gotten Rainbow with that little… trick of yours… but I’m not some… some, uhm…” She blinked in confusion as the shiny golden watch seemed to be a lot closer all of a sudden. “I’m not… gonna…”

There was a snap and Applejack jumped slightly, stumbling back as step. “Darnit, give a gal a warning before ya make loud noises like that!”

Trixie was smirking at her, putting the pocket watch away again. “Well, maybe if you had been a little less distracted you wouldn’t have been so surprised. Trixie supposes you were just too deeply hypnotized.”

AJ snorted and rolled her eyes. “Ah wasn’t hypnotized at all. Just a little distracted by that sparkly thing.” She blushed and tugged at her overalls.

“If you’re quite sure. But perhaps you still want those pointers Trixie promised.”

“Ah don’t need nothing like that. Ah made this costume all by myself and Ah won’t have ya butting in on that.” Applejack bit her lip and blushed a little more as something pushed rather noticeably against the patch on the front of her overalls.

“Oh really?” Trixie was smirking, looking down between AJ’s legs. “Is something wrong, dear? You didn’t tell any untruths there, did you?”

“Everythin’s fine. Ah ain’t lyin’ about nothing.” There was a *snap* as the patch flopped open, a hard and throbbing orange cock pushing through, making AJ blush deeper as she tried futilely to hide it behind her legs.

“And what about your little friend? Is that normal, too?”

Applejack straightened up a bit, still blushing but also smiling proudly as she showed off her throbbing cock. “Of course it is. Ah’m Poneocchio and everyone knows that mah wood grows whenever… for no particular reason.” She shifted her eyes nervously, biting her lip as her wood grew another inch and pushed against her stomach.

“My, what a dedication to the role. Anything else of note that helps you get into the role? Puppet stroke your cock.“

“Good puppets dance on their strings…” Applejack blinked, blushing a bit deeper still as one of her forelegs went numb, the puppet string tugging at it and moving it below her to start stroking her cock. “N-nothing in particular, no.” She let out a soft moan as her wood grew another inch or two.

“Well, don’t let me keep you, then. I’m sure you still have a busy evening. Puppet walk away.” Trixie smirked and waved her off.

AJ opened her mouth to say something, but her legs were already moving to turn her around, her strings dragging her away with one hoof still stroking her cock. She shrugged it off and focused instead on trying not to moan too loudly. In the end it didn’t matter much what Trixie did, she supposed, her Poneocchio costume was definitely going to win.

Rarity/Fluttershy

Rarity paused in her inspection of the table with the horse d'oeuvre as she noticed the other unicorn enter the room, ponies naturally moving away to give her room. She was a bit confused by the odd proportions of the mare’s costume and the two-legged gait, but in the end set aside her professional curiosity about the outfit for more important matters.

“Trixie Lulamoon, was it?” The other mare seemed to have noticed her as well, already turning towards her as Rarity approached.

Trixie was looking her over, no doubt taking in the large and elaborate layered red dress, along with the shiny and glittery and incredibly ostentatious ruby red masquerade mask floating an inch in front of Rarity’s face, long red feathers sticking up from its corners. “I’m afraid you have Trixie at a disadvantage since she couldn’t possibly guess your identity behind that mask.”

Rarity narrowed her eyes slightly, tilting her nose up as she remembered all the trouble she’d personally had with the mare every previous time they’d met. “I just wanted to make sure that you know not to cause any trouble. And that you’re not going to throw a tantrum if you should fail to win the contest after all.”

“Oh, and who else would be able to compete with the Great and Costumed Trixie? You perhaps?” Trixie chuckled behind her hand.

“Many ponies, I would think.” Rarity sniffed. “But since you asked, I’m sure that everyone here would know to choose a costume with proper class and style over some two-bit entertainer.”

Trixie smirked, tipping her hat and reaching into it. “Oh please. Trixie has more style and class in her accessories than you have in your entire costume.”

“Why, I never!” Rarity huffed and leaned in at the other mare with a glare. “I’ll have you know that-”
She was interrupted at the shiny and sparkling golden pocket watch suddenly dangling in front of her face, her eyes drawn to the spiral of multicolored gems as it began to swing back and forth. “You think that some gaudy piece of jewelry is enough to outclass my work of art? A few pretty gems… pretty… a-aren’t going to give you any more class, no matter… how shiny… sparkly… pretty…”

There was a snap and Rarity stepped back, shaking her head. “Hey, what was that all about?!”

Trixie was still giving her that infuriating smirk. “Oh, we were just arguing whose costume had more class.”

Rarity blinked and huffed, remembering the conversation and quickly turning around to show the other mare what she thought of her costume. “Well, I don’t have any class but I sure do have some ass~!” She honked her big red nose loudly and started shaking her rump, making her hugely oversized plaid patterned pants bounce on their stretchy rainbow suspenders.

Trixie snickered at her. “That sure is something, but Trixie seems to remember you saying something about a masquerade ball…”

“Well now you’re just hearing things. Who needs something like that if you have masks…” Rarity reached into her clown pants to pull out a cream pie and slap it into her own face, before washing it off with an oversized seltzer bottle, leaving behind a thick layer of white face paint with a painted blush and a painted smile around her big red nose. “...and more importantly balloons~!” She pulled out a bunch of balloons and blew them up, hooves blurring as she twisted and knotted them until she had four squeaky oversized balloon clown-shoes, each of them making a different sound effect when she stepped into them and started walking in place.

“Trixie can’t argue with that.” The unicorn smirked as ponies all around them started to laugh at Rarity. “I suppose we’ll just have to see who has more class and style.”

“I’m going to pratfall right into that prize!” Rarity honked her nose again before blowing up another balloon, rubbing it all over her mane until small bands of multicolored lightning started to run all over the length of her hair. Her mane wobbled and sparked for a moment before suddenly fluffing out into a massive frizzy afro. She was definitely going to show Trixie who had the most style. And plaid-with-polka-dots was definitely a style. Everypony would be so busy laughing at her that they wouldn’t even be able to vote for anyone else.

Fluttershy slunk back into her corner, nibbling on a celery snack and sipping from a glass of punch. She definitely didn’t feel up to braving the crowds at the moment, much less going up in front of everyone to show off her costume later on for the contest.

She looked down at her soft fluffy plush suit styled to look like Angel Bunny, hugging herself with the big fluffy white paws and smiling slightly. This costume was definitely a lot nicer and more comfortable than any she’d had before and was a big help in making her way to this party in the first place. So far it hadn’t been enough to actually engage with other ponies, though.

Someone cleared their throat next to her and she jumped, nearly spilling her drink before she managed to grab a hold of it again with her costume’s big paws and carefully set it down. Looking over she squeaked and shrank down nervously as she found the traveling unicorn from some months ago standing right beside her on two legs and looking more like an oddly proportioned minotaur than a unicorn.

“Apologies, Trixie didn’t mean to startle you. Trixie was just wondering why you were over here all by yourself instead of engaging with the party and showing off your costume.”

Fluttershy squeaked and shrank down a little more, mumbling something into the thick plush fur of her costume.

“Oh dear, Trixie knows that look. Stage fright, is it?” The mare chuckled and reached into her top hat, pulling out a pocket watch. “Well, don’t let it be said that Trixie never does anything nice for ponies. Trixie knows just the thing to help with a little extra confidence, if you’re interested.”

Fluttershy squeaked again, shaking her head slightly as she thought about the last time someone had tried to teach her to be more assertive. Admittedly, that time it hadn’t really been the same as this time, with someone just swinging a shiny watch in front of her. To be honest it even felt a little soothing to watch it go back and forth.

“Just like that, just follow Trixie’s shiny pocket watch back and forth. There’s no need to worry if you’re just watching the pretty sparkly colors and listening to Trixie’s nice relaxing voice.” Trixie kept swinging the watch and Fluttershy felt herself relax despite herself, smiling shyly as she watched the swirl of gems on the watch sparkle and shine in a variety of colors, drawing her further and further in as she listened to the unicorn’s voice…

There was a snap and Fluttershy blinked, rubbing her head as she felt a little dizzy for a moment.

“There you go, dear. Doesn’t that feel so much better? A little bit of relaxation does wonders for the confidence, doesn’t it?” Trixie smirked and gestured around.

Fluttershy followed the gesture to look around and jumped, squeaking and shrinking back on herself again as she realized that they’d drawn a small crowd around her corner of the room, all of them watching her and giggling or grinning expectantly.

“Go on dear, why don’t you tell them a little bit about your costume?” Trixie chuckled and pushed her forward with her magic.

Fluttershy squeaked again, staring wide-eyed at the ponies who were watching her in turn and swallowing nervously, shuffling her hooves. She hadn’t run away to hide at home under her bed yet, so she supposed that she did feel a little more confident than usual, but what if she started stammering or those ponies thought that her costume was silly and started laughing at her. She licked her lips and swallowed a little more, deciding to test the waters with something short and simple that she wouldn’t embarrass herself with.

“U-uhm, hello everypony. I’m, uhm… I’m Sluttershy the horny fuckbunny and I love some big hard carrots in my holes~”

Several ponies laughed while some others whistled at her, and Fluttershy straightened up a little, smiling shyly at the positive reception. She squirmed and thought for a moment about what to do next before turning around to show off her favorite part of the costume.

“A-as you can see, I have a big fluffy cottontail stuffing my slutty bunnybutt. But don’t worry, Sluttershy’s dripping wet fuckbunny pussy is always open for some yummy carrots~!”

There were more whistles and a few ponies shouting to call her a slut or a fuckbunny or ask about her dripping wet pussy. She giggled and blushed, happily taking in all the nice compliments and shaking her butt at them some more to show off the tight fishnets squeezing her flanks. “G-gosh, if you keep calling Sluttershy names like that I’m going to cum like the slutty little fuckbunny I am.”

She turned her head to thank Trixie for the help, only to find the mare had already left. What she found instead though was another friend giggling and laughing at her. “R-rarity?!” She blinked and stared at her friends rather colorful costume, shuffling her hooves as she tried to think of a good way to ask about the rather uncharacteristic style. “Uhm, if you don’t mind me asking, why the fuck are you dressed like a dumb fucking clown?”

Rarity blinked, then started giggling even harder, honking her nose. “Don’t be silly, silly! This is obviously the absolutely best costume, a true masterpiece of style and clowns.”

Fluttershy quietly rolled her eyes at her friend’s antics. “What good is a costume that you can’t even properly fuck my slutty horny holes with?” Or perhaps not so quietly after all.

Rarity sat up, pouting exaggeratedly at her. “What? Don’t be ridiculous, dorkling. I’m the clown around town, and that means I’m the loon with the balloons.” She pulled out an extra long balloon and started blowing it up, stuffing its other end down into the front of her oversized plaid pants as she kept blowing and inflating it bigger and bigger…

POP!

The balloon burst apart into colorful tatters that disappeared the moment they were out of sight, leaving behind a big throbbing white cock covered in colorful polka dots pushing out of her pants.

“See? There’s nothing a good clown doesn’t do for a good joke. And nopony they won’t do either~” Rarity giggled helplessly again, poking her new cock.

Fluttershy considered saying something more about that, but found herself already turned around with her ass up and her face on the floor, panting and drooling as she wiggled her flanks at her friend.

Something pushed into her fuckbunny pussy and she gasped and moaned, drooling more and muttering about how much she loved carrots and what a horny fuckbunny she was and how much she loved getting her slutty needy wet hot fuckbunny pussy stuffed, ponies around them all watching the show.

It was rather nice to be a little more confident for a night. As long as she didn’t do anything embarrassing or draw too much attention to herself, she was sure she’d be able to have a nice and relaxed evening.

Pinkie/Twilight

Pinkie gasped as she finally spotted one particular guest, diving into the crowd to pop up right next to the magician mare. “Heya Trixie! Are you having a fun evening? Are you? I love what you’ve done with your costume!” She walked on two legs for a moment as well before doing a cartwheel, the bells on her jester cap jingling.

Trixie was watching her with a smirk, one eyebrow raised as she pulled off her top hat and reached into it. “Oh yes, Trixie is having lots of fun already. And Trixie is quite proud of her costume, but surely you can’t judge a magician costume without seeing some magic tricks as well.”

“Ohhhh, is that what your costume is? I thought you were dressed as the protagonist of a self-indulgent and diverse clopfic somepony sat at home to write at 1 AM instead of going out for Nightmare Nmmmf!” Pinkie cheerfully continued to talk into the gloved hand pressed over her mouth, at least until her eyes started to follow the pocket watch swinging in front of her face, her mouth slowly sliding sideways around the hand to keep talking. “Oooh, that’s a really pretty stereotypical hypnotic focus.”

“Yes yes, now keep watching the-” Trixie paused and blinked as she stared at the mare already staring blankly into space with wide eyes filled with swirling spirals. Spirals that weren’t even the right color. “...Right. Trixie will just… do her thing then.”

There was a snap and Pinkie blinked, squeaking inquisitively as she looked around.

Trixie snapped her fingers again to draw her attention, smirking down at her. “There you go. Trixie would say that you should tell these ponies something about your costume, but Trixie doesn’t think you will be talking much at all for a while.”

Pinkie blinked again, then started squeaking some more at the silly filly, bouncing on her big pink rubber high heels to show off her costume. Surely anypony would be able to tell that she was Pinkie Toy the needy null sissy fuckdoll. She pranced and posed some more, showing off her big inflated pink latex mane and tail and her shiny black rubber skin with the hot pink lines and hearts on it and the lighter pink frills marking her printed-on pink rubber panties, one hoof rubbing and squishing the throbbing pink null bulge between her legs.

“Puppet, fuck her ass.”

Pinkie paused in her posing, turning her head towards the voice but finding herself pinned down instead as her friend mounted her from behind, her body going stiff and rigid like a good rubber fuckdoll. She let out a long squeaky moan as Applejack’s huge cock stretched out her rubber fuckhole and pushed into her.

“Don’t’cha worry, Ah’m not just gonna fuck yer ass without asking.” Applejack huffed and panted, her cock immediately growing even bigger and pushing against Pinkie’s rubber stomach.

Pinkie giggled and squeaked, keeping her pose and drooling from the pink rubber lips around her face fuckhole, moaning again as the first load of Applejack’s cum gushed into her and down into her legs, filling up her hollow hooves. She wasn’t exactly allowed to participate in her own contest, but if she managed to fill her whole fuckdoll body up to the top with cum before the end of the night she would definitely have the unofficial best costume.

Twilight frowned as she walked around the party again, wondering why she hadn’t seen any of her friends so far. She’d arrived a bit late after getting a bit stressed out over the details of her costume of Mare Unicurie (especially over what level of thaumic glow would be historically accurate or tasteless), admittedly, but she was pretty sure that she wasn’t late enough for any of them to have left yet. She was definitely sure that the costume contest hadn’t happened yet, and she knew that none of her friends would have wanted to miss that.

“Twilight Sparkle! There you are!”

Twilight stopped and turned around to see Trixie walk towards her. Her mind wondered for a second about the mare’s costume before she shook it off. “Hello, Trixie. I don’t have time right now, I’d hoped to find my friends first.”

“You will have to make time! Trixie is going to prove once and for all who the superior magician is.”

She sighed and raised an eyebrow at the other unicorn. “Really? You want to do this now, right here? You don’t have anything better to do today?”

Trixie puffed out her chest. “Trixie is here as a magician. So to win the costume contest, Trixie will prove that she is a better magician than you, Sparkle. Thanks to the power of Hypnosis!”

Twilight stared blankly at the pocket watch the other mare was dangling in front of her face. “...Trixie, hypnosis isn’t even real magic. There’s no proof that it even works at all, it only shows up in shows in Las Pegasus and places like that.”

“If hypnosis doesn’t work, then Trixie is sure you won’t have any reason not to watch her pretty shiny pocket watch to prove it.”

Twilight considered rolling her eyes, but it was much easier to just let them move left and right along with the watch. “I’m telling you, Trixie, there’s nothing to prove… I don’t have time to watch your pretty… shiny… pocket watch all night. You’re not going to… hypnotize…”

There was a snap and she found herself blinking the colors from her eyes and looking around in confusion.

“What was that, Sparkle?”

Twily giggled and turned to Miss Lulatoon, bouncing lightly on her hooves and sending her chest fluff bouncing as well. “I said that I don’t have time to watch your pretty shiny watch all night if we’re going to win the contest~!”

“If we’re going to win the contest?”

“Well, obviously you’re going to win, Miss Lulatoon, because you’re smart and amazing, but I thought maybe I could get second place if nopony else wants it?”

Miss Lulatoon smirked at her. “Well, Trixie supposes someone will have to win it. Remind Trixie what costume you’re going to win with, again~?”

Twily giggled. Miss Lulatoon asked silly questions like that sometimes, but Twily knew she only did that to show everypony how silly Twily was. “I’m your silly sexy bimbo stage assistant Twily Sparkles, of course~!” She pranced and posed, showing off her large juicy flanks with her big proud BIMBO cutie mark under a too-short skirt, her big, round, bouncy chest fluff, her slim painted pink hooves and her plump glossy pink lips, not to mention her super cute pigtails done up with a pair of bows.

Miss Lulatoon smirked and squeezed her flanks, making her giggle and moan and pose some more.

“Not bad, you might just manage if you show off like that. But perhaps you’d like to see your competition first?”

“Sure thing, Miss Lulatoon! Whatever you say~!” Twily straightened up and bounced on her hooves, happily following after Miss Lulatoon, almost as eager to see all her friends’ costumes as she was to be the bestest and obedient-est sexy slutty bimbo assistant for Miss Lulatoon.

Author's Note

Happy horny Nightmare Night, everyone!
If this does well, I might write a short epilogue. Or I might procrastinate and not write a thing until the next major holiday. I'm a man of mystery.