Discord's Halloween Hoe-Down

Attention Esteemed Guest!

If you’re reading this, you have been invited to attend a very special Nightmare Night party.

I will be hosting a special little shindig in Ponyville for stallions who enjoy the company of other stallions, and would love for you to attend.

No strings attached, but please bring a costume you feel suits you. Remember, costumes will be very mandatory.

Present this invitation at the barn of Sweet Apple Acres, and the party will start at 9PM, sweetheart~

We’ll see you there~

At the beginning of October, this letter appeared before a select few males all around Equestria. A puff of smoke and glitter revealed an unfurling slip of pink paper, the fancy red script written within telling the recipient of a most unusual party held for Nightmare Night.

And only the recipient, it seemed, as anyone else shown the paper simply saw it blank. With no return address and no sender or host to question, the few creatures sent this mysterious missive were left with far more questions than answers.

And yet, above all was one main thought between them all:

‘Well, guess I’d better figure out a costume…’

It was a small, niggling thought that stayed with those invited throughout the month. A gentle push that followed them through their daily lives as days turned to weeks. Costumes were planned, appointments were moved or canceled altogether and, if necessary, travel was arranged.

All in all, by the time Nightmare Night rolled around, every creature invited had found one way or another to make their way to the special event. Eighteen males gathered in total, a smaller party for sure, but presumably enough for whatever this evening’s mystery host had in store for them.

Ponyville itself was calm as could be this Nightmare Night, as most of the town’s inhabitants were either going door to door gathering sweet treats, sleeping the night through, or attending their own, hopefully less conspicuous parties. Indeed, that left just one pony around Sweet Apple Acres as the clock approached 9 PM.

Big Macintosh stood dutifully beside the door to his barn. His initial role for the night was to act as the doorman for the event, though he figured that with a party this small, he wouldn’t have much in the way of ne’er-do-wells to deal with. And so, he just waited with a small, yet pleasant smile and enjoyed the gentle breeze of a cool autumn night.

But it wasn’t as if he was left waiting for long. Before he could even adjust the costume he was wearing, Big Mac could already see the first arrival approaching from afar. From both the timing of the stallion and the shock of orange mane poking out from a costume Mac couldn’t quite discern from afar, it wasn’t too hard to figure who this first arrival was.

“Howdy, Sunburst.” Big Mac said as the smaller stallion got closer. “Glad you could make it. And, might I say, that’s quite the costume you’ve got there.”

Now that Sunburst had made his approach, standing with a blush before the much taller stallion, Big Mac could finally recognize what the costume was meant to be. A cloak of emerald green scales shone brightly at the forefront, drawing the eye up towards yellowed spines along Sunburst’s back and a floppy green tail towards the end, dragging a bit on the ground. On his head, Sunburst wore a tight hood that fought a losing battle in trying to hide his messy mane, attempting to replace it with more spines instead. And, cutely, he had managed to attach claw-like appendages to his forehooves.

Big Mac couldn’t help but think that this was the cutest dragon costume he’d seen.

Sunburst’s blush grew brighter as attention was drawn to his costume. “O-oh yes, well, I already had the costume prepared in advance, and wasn’t exactly sure if I could find something to match the… theme of this party in time.” With a soft clearing of his throat, he looked off to the side as his blush refused to settle down, creeping up to his ears. “The, uh, assumed theme, I should say. I wasn’t sure if I was reading into the letter too much, but-”

“Looks cute on you, so it’s perfect.” Big Mac finally openly admitted with a smirk, expertly cutting through Sunburst’s rambling. “Maybe when the party gets goin’, you can show me all its features.” With a smirk and a wink, it left very little subtlety to the rest of the night’s proceedings.

It also left little words in Sunburst’s brain, the implication scrambling whatever it was he wanted to say with thoughts of himself and Big Mac in the most compromising of positions. It was everything he could do to not ask for a bit of a preview of the night ahead, instead shaking his thoughts away and focusing on something else for now. Though, the stiffening feeling between his hindlegs made it a little difficult.

“Your costume looks nice too! It’s a bit…”

He wanted to say ‘minimalist’, but quickly realized that it might not come off as the compliment he intended. The large red stallion’s costume was simple though, just a large set of ivory horns jutting from each side of his head and a large door knocker of a golden septum piercing to drive the point home.

“Minotaur?” Sunburst finally asked, both wanting confirmation and to unhang the sentence he’d left, well, hung.

Big Mac let out a gentle chuckle at that, a deep sound that was very pleasant to Sunburst’s ears. “Nnnope. I’m just your average breedin’ bull tonight.”

He let out another laugh, louder this time, as Sunburst’s blush lit itself anew and threatened to make the stallion even redder than Big Mac himself. Wanting to give the little guy an out, he gestured towards the barn doors that were opened just a crack. “Why don’t you make yourself comfortable? I’m sure the rest won’t be too far behind.”

Internally, Sunburst thanked both the stallion and Celestia herself for the out and quickly approached the door.

Only to be blocked by Big Mac extending a hoof to block him. At first Sunburst was confused, but was quickly rebuffed by a simple smirk from Mac.

"Still gotta see your invite, partner." He reminded with a grin.

"Oh! I, uh…" Sunburst trailed off as he began to search his costume for the errant paper. A few moments of fevered searching followed, but at last he was finally able to produce the paper he'd been gifted at the beginning of the month. "Sorry, it's harder to find these things without my cloak."

As he moved to present the paper to Mac, it quickly evaporated into a puff of glitter and pink smoke. Before Sunburst could react, a sudden gust of wind pushed the smoke towards him and allowed it to pour around him before dispersing. Left with a bit of a cough in his throat, he looked up at Big Mac in confusion.

As though completely unphased, Big Mac simply once again gestured towards the barn’s door. “Go on and get that party started now. I’m sure the rest’ll be by in a few minutes.”

Though Sunburst thought to question at least some of that, he realized that he probably wouldn’t get any satisfying answers from the stoic stallion. So he simply just nodded and again headed for the door.

But before he could cross the threshold, he did turn to look at Mac one last time. “Thank you for, uh, hosting something like this. It’s normally hard to meet ponies like this, so-”

Another laugh from Big Mac cut Sunburst off, the bullish stallion shaking his head. “Nah, I ain’t the host of this one. I’ll let him know ya like it though.”

Sunburst paused for a moment, but just nodded and accepted it in the end. As he entered the barn, he hoped that he’d be able to thank the true host directly at some point in the night.

To Sunburst’s surprise, the barn was quite more well furnished than he’d expected. Instruments of pleasure littered the wall, whether the average 12 inch flared dildo, a flogger, or even a clearly magically tampered amulet. The far wall played host to a large mattress that seemed as if it could, and maybe tonight would, hold at least ten ponies. And just in case there was overflow, rather than itchy hay, the ground was mostly covered in piles of pillows and blankets that looked like they’d be nice to just fall right into.

In fact, taking advantage of the fact that no one was there to judge him, Sunburst happily flopped onto the largest pile of bedding near the center. He gleefully giggled as he just enjoyed rolling around on his hoard of pillows. It took him a few moments to pull himself from his treasure, though he did mentally note that he’d be back sooner rather than later.

Then he noticed the centerpiece of the room: A lone table of refreshments. Compared to the rest of the room, it seemed… a bit sparse. As Sunburst was drawn to approach, he could only see a bowl full of candy and a surprisingly full bowl of bright blue punch.

“Ah well,” Sunburst muttered to himself as he plucked a candy from the bowl, “I guess bedding isn’t cheap these days. Some cost cutting measures are to be expected, I suppose.”

That opinion held for just a moment, Sunburst popping the chocolate into his mouth with a small smile. That smile quickly became a frown as the chalky flavor of the chocolate filled his mouth and, as he chewed, a sour liquid rushed out and coated his entire tongue. In a panic, he reached to hurriedly fill a cup full of punch and drink it down.

A pleasant and slightly tangy blue raspberry flavor filled his mouth and, as he swallowed, he was happy to know his mouth was cleansed of sin.

It was only then that he noticed signs hung on the bowls, questioning how he hadn’t before.

The candy was marked Trick, while the punch was marked Treat.

Clearly Sunburst would be having words with the host of this party.

But until then, now that he’d gotten the taste out of his mouth, it was time to return to his pillow hoard and wait until the rest of the guests showed up.

Sunburst only had the time to add a few more pillows to his hoard when the first new arrival showed. Almost too preoccupied with properly crafting his new nest, he was a bit alarmed when he heard voices behind him.

“Huh… wasn’t expecting this place to look like a sex dungeon.” The first voice, chipper and grinning, said. “I mean, not that that’s a bad thing.”

“Yeah, it sorta reminds me of that place I took you in Las Pegasus.” Came the second voice, a bit more cocky and nasal. “Speaking of, hey Professor Sunburst.”

Spinning around, Sunburst finally caught sight of the two new arrivals, both of whom he recognized dearly. The first was Sandbar, a tall and lean Earth Pony who wore only a purple varsity jacket marked with the emblem of Ponyville’s School of Friendship. The second being Gallus, a shorter yet more muscular griffon whose more elaborate costume consisted of a pair of high-waisted gray trousers, a loose white button-down shirt with a full pocket protector, bright purple bowtie, and a set of large, taped-up glasses to tie it all together.

“Hey, boys. Going a bit stereotypical, I see.” Sunburst said with a soft smile.

“Yeah, I figured I’d just steal something from your closet.” Gallus said with a wry smirk and cocky laugh. Drawing a claw across his white shirt, his smirk grew a bit wider. “No offense, but I think I make it look waaaay better.”

“Gallus!” Sandbar said, elbowing the griffon sharply before nodding towards Sunburst. “It’s, uh, nice to see you again…sir? Your costume looks really… costume.”

There was a beat of silence.

And then both Gallus and Sunburst began to laugh, much to Sandbar’s shock and annoyance.

“Sandbar, I’m not your vice-headmare anymore!” Sunburst said through a few more snickers. “The only reason to call me ‘sir’ is if I’m making you call me ‘sir’.”

“Ayy, my man~” Gallus offered up a fistbump that was quickly reciprocated by Sunburst. After which, he looked around the barn to again take in all its empty majesty. “So, what, is it just the three of us? I think I can work with that.”

“I think Mac said more would be by later.” Sunburst said with a shrug. “Shame on us for showing up too early, I suppose.”

Wrapping an arm around Sandbar, Gallus shot another cocky grin between the two ponies. “Yeah, we’re only so early ‘cause of my big dorky jock here.” He ruffled a claw through Sandbar’s mane, much to the stallion’s chagrin and squeaking. Looking around the place, Gallus was finally made aware of the table sitting in the center. His eyes narrowed as his goals refocused for the moment. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a snack table to raid.”

Drawing Sandbar along with him, Gallus quickly and eagerly approached the table of snacks. The spring in his step was briefly paused as he finally spied the refreshments on offer, but there was nothing that could dull the excitement of a greedy griffon getting his claws on some candy.

The excitement on Gallus’ beak was so sincere, in fact, that Sunburst almost wanted to warn the two lovers of the trick.

Almost.

Instead, he lounged up on his throne of pillows as he watched Gallus pop a chocolate into his mouth, taking another to feed directly to Sandbar in what was sure to be a gentle, yet very romantic gesture.

But then both bit down.

To Gallus’ credit, he didn’t gag one bit as the sour liquid filled his mouth. He fought back a cough, tapping his paws on the ground as he struggled to swallow the bubbling, corrosive feeling liquid before reaching for a cup of the far more refreshing beverage on offer. Sandbar, on the other hand, barely choked on the unpleasant candy before practically diving to guzzle down some sweet relief.

Both boys were only granted a few moments of reprieve before getting distracted by a mirthful giggling coming from above. Looking up, Sandbar could see a wry, sharp-looking grin on Sunburst’s face as he lounged atop his hoard of pillows.

“Sorry! I wanted to warn you, but I fell for it earlier too.” Sunburst explained, kneading his hooves into the plush fabric under him. “It didn’t seem fair that only I get in the Nightmare Night spirit, after all.”

As Gallus grumbled softly to himself, a soft blush coating his face, Sandbar moved to respond, but was quickly stopped as sounds came from the barn door.

Sunburst’s eyes widened, a glint of mischief forming in them that dripped down to his eager grin. “Ah, and those must be the aforementioned guests. You boys should go and mingle. I think I’m going to spy from up here for a bit longer.”

Sandbar shot a smirk up at Sunburst, then wrapped a hoof around Gallus while giving his headfeathers a little nuzzle. “Sounds like a fun plan, dude. Let us know if you see anyone fun for me and li’l Gally to play with.” Lifting a hoof, he snickered as he mussed up his lover’s headfeathers.

“Oh, you know I will.” Sunburst grinned, sticking his tongue out a bit. “I plan on spending some time with the bull out front, but don’t think I’ll forget about you two either.”

The eyebrow wiggle that followed caused Gallus’ face to light up with a blush, the short griffon chirping a bit before stammering out a bit of nonsense.

Sandbar, on the other hand, flashed a cocky grin and saluted his former professor. “I’ll be looking forward to that, sir.”

“Good boy~” Sunburst growled as the two made their way from his hoard.

As Sunburst had expected, the rest of the crowd began to filter in whether solo like Sunburst or paired like Sandbar and Gallus. From his vantage point, he could already spy a few stallions wearing costumes he was very eager to introduce himself to. A twinkish young stallion dressed as a slutty royal guard chatted with a lean yet studly pegasus dressed as a schoolfilly. A clown with a very puffy bulge in his shorts performed party tricks for a vampire and a police officer. A very delectable stallion stood stock still in the corner, his gold painted coat bejeweled with various gems making him stand out even off to the side.

Prince Blueblood… stood without a costume in the center of the party, looking thoroughly unimpressed as he waited to be bathed in attention. And continued to wait, as Sunburst happily went back to ignoring him.

What stood out of place, however, was a stallion just meandering throughout the party and greeting everyone he passed. Sunburst assumed it was a stallion, at least, as the figure was covered in a white sheet with crude eye holes cut into it. This left just a set of gray hooves and a set of piercing yellow eyes to discern the identity of this makeshift ghost.

Sunburst’s eyes narrowed, licking his lips as a smirk pulled across his face. HIs interest was piqued immediately, and he felt he just had to know who this mysterious stud was. So, before the bemused eyes of a few partygoers, Sunburst expertly ambled down his plush mountain to finally mingle with the rest of the creatures around him.

A few sultry glances were shared, and Sunburst could feel at least one lingering gaze on his clothed, but still visibly plush behind. Sunburst made a mental note to revisit the pony dressed as a royal guard, a local named Caramel if he remembered correctly and perhaps give his ‘spear’ a little polishing.

Sunburst may have been a bit too distracted with this thought, a grin splitting his face as he imagined exactly what he’d do with the stallion. So lost in his own lewd thoughts was he, that he didn’t even notice as he came barreling into a surprisingly stealthy stallion.

“Woah, easy there, dude!” The brick wall of a stallion said, completely unphased as Sunburst’s frail form ran into him. “Sorry, I can barely see in this damn costume.”

Sunburst, on the other hand, staggered back from the collision with a cute little yelp. Shaking it off a moment later, he stared up at the stallion with a bit of a scowl. One that quickly fell as he caught the striking yellow eyes of the stallion in the ghost costume.

The stallion was quick to lift the veil of his costume, revealing a chiseled jaw, a dark gray mohawk and an easy, calm grin. “Whew, it’s hot under there. Hiya! I’m-”

“Thunderlane.” Sunburst finished with a nod and grin, extending a hoof in greeting. “Sorry, I recognize you from a few of Rainbow Dash's stories. Though I don't believe she ever mentioned how handsome you are. I’m Sunburst.”

“Well, whatever she told you, it’s probably all true.” Thunderlane said with a loud, somewhat boisterous chuckle as he shook Sunburst’s hoof. “Hate to say, but I don’t think she mentioned knowing any cute little unicorns. It’s a shame, ‘cause I’da made sure we met way earlier than now.”

Sunburst laughed a bit bashfully. “Well, hopefully we can make up for lost time tonight. Perhaps, after this thing starts for real, we could…”

Sunburst’s sentence trailed off as he furrowed his brow in confusion, feeling a low and burning pressure building up in his stomach. Fearing the worst, that the candy he’d eaten was coming back up, he took a step away from Thunderlane with a large red blush on his face. Thunderlane took a step forward, face marred with concern for his new friend, as the pressure in Sunburst’s stomach continued to build.

Sunburst squeezed his eyes shut, pursing his lips as he realized that no matter what he did, it was coming up. Tilting his head back on instinct, he could do nothing but let it loose.

Uuuuuuurp!

Unlike what he expected, a plume of orange fire sprung forth from Sunburst’s mouth as he belched loudly. Looks of surprise filled the room, all ponies stopping to look in awe at the pyrotechnical show happening before them. Shocked most of all, Sunburst was still unsure what had happened to cause this.

“Wooo! That was pretty gnarly, bro!” Sandbar shouted through the silence, pumping a hoof in the air as he wrapped a hoof tight around Gallus and grinned at him with glee. “You never told me you dorks came with tricks! You’ve gotta show me a few of yours some time~”

Gallus blushed at Sandbar’s wink, and the hoof that quickly traveled lower on his body, but continued to stare at Sunburst in awe as he wondered exactly how a unicorn had fired off dragonfire.

“Well, finally a few of you are getting into the spirit.” A voice came from above the guests, snarky and nasal but somehow harshly recognizable to everyone standing in the room. As they looked up in unison, they saw the draconequus Discord floating above it all, blowing on a thoroughly cooked marshmallow.

The Draconequus was, somehow, the kinkiest dressed out of the lot of them. Decked out in leather, from the harness across his chest to the black cap on his head, he smirked down at the crowd. And he lavished in their shocked and intrigued looks at the large, puffy null bulge that throbbed between his legs in place of the usual knotted horsecock.

It was, of course, tastefully decorated with the design of a jack-o’-lantern.

“And here I thought I’d have to send Mac in here to start the party. Speaking of…”

As Discord snapped the fingers on his clawed hand, the door to the barn pushed open and Big Mac entered. Only… it wasn’t quite the same large red stallion they had all been welcomed by.

Macintosh stood even taller than before, an extra foot added to his height and real, though dulled, keratin horns sprouting from his head added to it even further. Every step he took resounded on the blanketed floor, heavy hooves falling as he took his time moving his bulkier and more muscular body into view. In the light, all could see black splotches coating the bullish stallion’s now darker red coat.

“Howdy, y’all.” Bull Mac said, tipping his head with a lusty smirk. Lifting a hindleg and angled towards his awaiting audience, he let his large, throbbing shaft out into the open air as it already began to leak thick beads of precum. “Whoooo’s gonna milk me first?”

“Oh, all in due time, Macintosh.” Discord said with a click of his tongue, then turned to regard his less horny, though not by much, other guests. “Now that I’ve gathered all my favorite stallions, and a pretty little birdy, under one roof, I think it’s time to get this party started. We’re almost four thousand words in, after all.

“As you may have guessed, the name of the game tonight is a wild Nightmare Night orgy! But, of course, I had to add my own twist~” Smirking, Discord snapped his claw and let the power of tonight’s brand of chaos flow over all of the guests. “And just remember to have fun! Voyeurism just isn’t the same otherwise.”

Sunburst was the first to feel it, huffing heavily under the heat of his costume as he yet again felt the pressure growing in his stomach. As he breathed, smoke began to billow from his mouth and made his tongue tingle. Sticking it out… and out and out further still, he could see that his tongue had thinned out, trading width for length as it became a dragon’s tongue.

Looking up at the rest of the guests, Sunburst could see them all in various states of transformation as well. Gallus and Sandbar stood together as usual, Sandbar staring in gleeful awe as he flexed muscles that grew more impressive by the moment while Gallus shrank both physically and in attitude, his height being replaced by bulk as his doughy stomach pressed into a very form-fitting dress shirt. The statue that he’d seen before stood stock still by the refreshments table, though seemed fairly nonplussed with his predicament as his gold painted cock slapped against his trim belly.

To his side, Thunderlane had seemingly made himself scarce. All that was left behind was his costume on the ground.

The only pony who seemed unaffected was the still naked Prince Blueblood, who looked over the proceedings with a detached bemusement that seemed more than practiced. Turning his attention to the host still floating above them.

“Well, I certainly am glad I abstained from that stupid ritual.” Blueblood laughed with a smirk, looking up at Discord with a challenging and smug gaze.

Before he could say any more, Blueblood found himself floating above the ground and in front of a madly grinning draconequus. A fate worse than death for most, and one that struck fear into his heart, finally shutting the royal stallion up.

“Oh, little Blueblood. If I remember correctly, my invitation insisted that the guest bring a costume. Luckily for you, my spoiled little ass, I thought ahead just for you.” Discord snapped his fingers, a loud and resounding sound that revealed two costumes to either of Blueblood’s sides. “All you have to do is pick~”

On one side, a set of long donkey ears, buckteeth, and a buttplug attached to a tassled tail. On the other, a bonnet, pacifier, and a rather thick, colorful looking diaper. Blueblood’s eyes bugged out as he realized both options would be beyond embarrassing for a posh and royal stallion like him.

Maybe he should have just worn a vampire costume instead.

“Tick tock, now.” Discord crooned, his words punctuated by the sounds of a ticking clock. “We’re all dying to get to the main event at this point, so let’s make this quick. Three seconds to choose.”

Blueblood spent a moment stammering, looking between the two options and trying to weigh them.

“Two.”

Panicking, he scrambled while floating in the air, hooves kicking in the vague hopes of finding purchase on anything.

“One…~”

“W-wait! I can find a costume! You just have to let me-EEHAW” Blueblood brayed loudly, clapping a hoof to his mouth moments later. As a consequence, the pacifier Discord had stuck to said hoof lodged itself into his mouth. And as Blueblood began to suckle on it, feeling the intruding object scraping against inflated front teeth, he found he couldn’t stop suckling on it.

Dropping out of the air, Blueblood fell painlessly onto his now thickly padded rump, a resounding sound of crinkles forcing a bright red blush to his face. He was a stallion used to deriving pleasure from making himself the center of attention, yet he felt himself growing more and more embarrassed as all eyes continued to fall on him.

Floating down close to the humiliated and blushing Blueblood, Discord teased one of his long ears with a paw while scratching under his chin with his claw. “Awww, no need to cry, little Bluey. It’s not your fault no one taught you how rule breaking jackasses get punished~”

With a snap of his claw, he pulled back from Blueblood and, now donning a long, bushy beard and tight flannel shirt, smirked down at the padded stallion. “Thankfully, Daddy Discord is happy to help out a naughty little colt~” Picking Blueblood up by the scruff of his neck, much like a naughty kitten, Discord looked into the stallion’s frightened, yet still very intrigued eyes. “And, lucky for you, I’m feeling nice enough to do it away from prying eyes~”

With a flick of his wrist, Blueblood vanished from Discord’s grasp, leaving only the Draconequus with the knowledge of where the posh, padded stallion was.

“And now that the side story is set-up, let’s finally get the main event on the road!” Discord cried with a broad, toothy grin, bringing his paw down between his legs to squeeze his pumpkin-sized null bulge. “And remember that I’m always watching, so let’s make this interesting~”