Discord's Halloween Hoe-Down

Waking up the morning after, no one would blame the attendants of Discord’s special Nightmare Night shindig for thinking it was just a very kinky dream. Waking up in their own homes, in their own beds, with the haziest of memories of exactly what had happened that night.

Whatever it was, it certainly sprouted a bout of morning wood in each former guest. Along with a few more confusing feelings.

Lingering feelings and needs that reminded them them of the previous night, like a normally brash griffon shyly flushing while teased by his boyfriend, or a Wonderbolt captain feeling the need to flaunt his body more, to even a dorky unicorn with a burning urge to just collect.

But on further inspection, it was easy to see that what had happened was, in fact, as real as can be. Their memories may have fuzzed over due to lust, but the physical changes, while no longer as severe as they were that night, were still very easy to spy. Wider hips that couldn’t fit in flight suits or uniforms, bellies that strained formerly form-fitting armor, endowments that had changed size for better or for worse…

It was all a bit hard to ignore.

But what solidified it existed on a table in every one of their bedrooms. In a puff of smoke and glitter, a pink slip of paper unfurled and revealed a familiar red script.

My dear Esteemed Guest,

No, last night was not a wet dream, nor a flight of fancy. It all happened just as you remember.

You kinky little beasts you~

I, Discord, truly thank you for attending my little shindig. From the costumes to the play, with one Blueblooded exception, you all made it all the more special.

As such, I leave you with a gift! Please enjoy it to your heart’s content.

I’m sure you’ll find it life changing~

Next to each letter lay the guest’s neatly folded and, thankfully, well-washed costumes from the night before. An arcane, transformative thrumming could be felt from them, letting them know all they needed to about Discord’s ‘gift’.

And as for Prince Blueblood? Well, one could say that the poor coltish stallion was still learning his lesson. And that when Discord picks a costume for you, he’ll make sure you really wear it out.