One Way to San Franciscolt

by dart157

Rating: teen
Tags: Adventure, Princess Celestia, Profanity, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Sad, Nightmare Moon, Romance, Princess Luna
Length: 7568

Fresh off the moon, something snaps in Luna. Her sister is too ignorant to notice, and ponies have no respect. So, she decides to leave. Maybe, if she was gone, ponies would feel sorry for her.

Featured 3/12/24!

Luna, fresh off the moon, finds herself in a cruel world. Her own sister is too busy and too ignorant of her problems, guards and common ponies offend her with insulting names, and there seems to be no respect for her anywhere.

One night, something snaps in Luna, and she packs her things, boarding a train to a city across the country. Maybe with Luna gone from Canterlot, ponies will begin to feel the weight of their actions.

Takes place in an AU, somewhere between S1E2 and S2E4, where Equestria's rail infrastructure reflects the 1950's USA.

Published 2024-03-12 04:30:00 UTC
Last updated 2024-04-29 02:09:45 UTC

The Effects of Mistreatment

Luna sat in her chambers, lost in thought. It had been two weeks since she had returned from the moon, subdued her sister and plunged Equestria into eternal night, and then defeated by Twilight Sparkle and her five friends, who she still didn’t know the names of.

While Celestia had been more than happy about her return, as the days slipped on, her sister slowly returned to her normal duties, and paid Luna less and less mind.

At Celestia’s order, Luna was not allowed to leave the Castle under any circumstances, to allow for her magic to return, but that didn’t stop ponies from cowering in fear at the sight of her form. Everyone from guards to dignitaries, servants, and casual civilians delivering things to Celestia had quickly bowed low, begging for mercy from the wrath of the Nightmare.

Nightmare. It was a name Luna wanted nowhere near her. She could feel the Nightmare still within her, yet it had taken a more docile role, acting as Luna’s second, albeit more aggressive opinion. She was thankful that the Nightmare was treating her well, but the influence of the Nightmare in the past had more than soured Luna’s reputation amongst the common pony. Still, Luna thought it best to try and make amends with her former foe, so she put up with her occasional rambling.

Feeling the pangs of hunger, Luna slowly rose from her seat on the bed and stopped before the mirror. Every day she looked at herself, studying how her body changed as the power returned. Her voice grew deeper, her body slightly taller, and her mane more ethereal, yet nothing like the transformation she underwent as Nightmare Moon.

Luna sighed and opened the door, bracing herself for the closest guard to grovel at her hooves. She hated it. She wanted it all to stop. She wanted every guard to stand at attention like they did with Celestia, instead of fearing her. Sure, she had the Lunar Guard, but that was a small force Celestia created to keep Luna in check, not a group she could confide in.

Luna’s metal shoes clanked in the hallway as she walked through the castle, toward the kitchen. Even in her state, she was still able to find enjoyment in food, and messing with Celestia. As she passed some guards who had flinched at her straight face, she began to think about how to mess with Celestia next.

The Nightmare too thought it would be appropriate to aid Luna with this thought.

Luna…you should take her prized cupcake…

“Yes, that would be a delectable treat for us, but I have other ideas, Nightmare,” Luna thought to herself, as she opened the door to the kitchen.

Maybe, you should take her ice cream as well…it would be quite the way to exact revenge on our dear sister, hmm?

“A fair idea, Nightmare. It shall be an idea we will act upon then,” Luna chuckled, smiling a small smile as she opened the freezer and removed the carton of ice cream. “You are proving to be a valuable asset, Nightmare.”

Of course, my dear Luna. After that embarrassing defeat, I feel as if I still have an obligation towards you.

Luna popped the top off the ice cream carton and scooped a generous amount out, placing it into a bowl. She returned the now empty carton to the freezer and sat down at a nearby table. With a sigh of satisfaction, she began to eat the ice cream, savoring every single scoop.

Celestia will hate us, yet we will have a full stomach and a renewed energy. It shall be a joyous success for us, and the Night!

“Yes, it is the little things that matter, Nightmare. A victory is a victory, and I say we have secured the win tonight,” Luna thought.

The door creaked open slowly, letting light stream into the dark kitchen. The tall frame of her sister slowly stepped into the room and towards the freezer, apparently not having noticed Luna sitting in the corner.

Celestia had a crazed look on her face, as she rummaged around and fished out her carton of ice cream. Opening it, she looked around inside for ice cream, but found none. A slight gasp escaped her lips, and out of her periphery, she caught the smug smile of Luna in the corner of the room.

As Celestia slowly turned to face her sister, Luna slowly scooped the last bit of ice cream out of her bowl, and placed the spoon in her mouth, licking it clean. Setting the spoon down, she placed a hoof to her mouth and chuckled as she watched Celestia madden.

“Luna…” Celestia growled, but Luna slowly stood up and began to wash the bowl in the sink, the smug grin still plastered on her lips.

“What, sister? What do you require us for?” Luna asked teasingly. “Art thou angry with us?”

“That’s my ice cream, you know that,” Celestia replied through gritted teeth.

“We were peckish. Does the Princess of the Night have immunity to the pangs of hunger?” Luna mocked.

Celestia grumbled and opened the fridge, searching frantically for something else sweet to eat. As she did this, Luna rose from her seat and attempted to squeeze past Celestia.

“Dear sister, we advise thee to limit yourself to the sweets, thy rear is getting quite large,” Luna remarked, slipping by a now very angry Celestia and out the open door.

Success! We got some good food and messed with our sister. Another victory for the Night.

“And I am proud of it, Nightmare, but we must get to bed,” Luna replied to the voice in her head, as she walked along the hallway back towards her room.

Just then, a young mare, obviously a servant, rounded the corner in front of Luna, bumping into her. She fell to the ground with a small scream, and Luna reached her hoof down to try and assist the pony.

“Let us help you, young one,” Luna said to the mare, looking down at her, a small smile on her face.

The servant looked up at Luna, and her expression of gratitude turned into one of horror. The voice, the mane, the eyes, the color of her fur, all of it led the mare servant to believe the pony in front of her was none other than Nightmare Moon. She scrambled backward, her eyes widening and her face morphing into an expression of fear.

In spite of the fear, Luna kept a straight face, rolling her eyes as she waited for the mare to grovel at her hooves. Instead, Luna felt a hoof connect with her cheek, sending her backward.

“How dare thee, ‘tis foolish to hit thy princess!” Luna shouted in her Royal Canterlot Voice. “Thou shalt never forget thy actions!” she added as she charged up her magic, unfurling her wings.

Do it Luna, kill her.

Luna suddenly stopped her power trip as the Nightmare’s thoughts entered her mind. She could almost hear the Nightmare cackling, egging her on to do it. Luna slapped her forehead and discharged her magic, yet retaining the scowl.

“You’re Nightmare Moon, not my princess!” the servant shouted, meeting Luna’s gaze confidently, her brow furrowing. “You have no power over me, eternal night-bringing scum!”

Somewhere in Luna’s head, a thread snapped. Instead of retaliating, Luna began to tear up at the comment. Even the Nightmare had stopped her cackling and was studying the situation intently. Trying to keep the scowl on her face, Luna slowly stepped away, more tears flowing from her eyes, until finally, she couldn’t take it anymore.

In a fit of sadness, the Princess of the Night galloped down the hallway towards her chambers, sobbing. Opening the door to her room, Luna immediately jumped into bed and used her magic to tear off her regalia. Pulling the sheets over her body, she curled into a ball and cried harder, her makeup running down her cheeks and staining the covers.

“It is not fair, Nightmare…” Luna sobbed. “It is no pony’s fault other than my own, and yet I make an effort to change, and they do not accept,” she said to herself.

Normally I would be telling you to ‘give into your pain’ and ‘resent those who fear you’, yet I feel something…different. I do not empathize with you, but I am here if you need anything, my dearest Luna.

Luna sighed and rested her head on the pillow, snuffing out all the lights in the room with her magic. “I hate this castle. I hate being restricted here. I wish my sister would care for me more,” she said to herself.

Your thoughts resemble what you told me a thousand years ago. Shall we return to Nightmare Moon, my dear?

“No. That is out of the question,” Luna grumbled. “The mere thought of being her again disgusts me.”

Suit yourself.

Luna lay in bed for several more minutes as the tears dissipated. “I do not know what I want to do just yet, but I will seek help from my sister in the interim. Try to come up with an idea that does not involve becoming the wretched entity that is Nightmare Moon,” she said.

That is not very nice, my dearest Luna. Remember, I can hear what you are saying.

“That was the point, Nightmare,” Luna seethed. She could almost hear the Nightmare grumble in her head.

Fine, I will think of something that does not involve us returning to Nightmare Moon. You need to rest. I shall guard your dreams, like I always have.

“Even with your impulsiveness, I must not deny how much you have helped me. Thank you for sticking with me, Nightmare,” Luna said to herself, smiling a bit.

It is the least I could do. Now sleep, I command you.

Luna closed her eyes and drifted off, as the Nightmare made preparations for her nightly guard of Luna’s dreams.

The Princess of the Night walked timidly down the hallway, on the lookout for guards and servants. Luna had decided to try and convince Celestia that she was fit to venture outside of the castle, and with her confidence boosted by the Nightmare, she was feeling like Celestia would let her.

Knocking on Celestia’s door, she awaited her sister’s response.

You seem to have a lot of confidence in this plan of yours, Luna. What will you do with your freedom, assuming you succeed?

“I would love to explore Canterlot, for one. I have not seen the city since we were banished,” Luna whispered to herself. “Well, I could not have seen it regardless, this city was founded three centuries ago.”

Just then, Celestia opened the door. “Good morning, Luna,” she said tiredly. “What do you need?”

“We take it thou art tired?” Luna asked, furrowing her brow.

“Yes, sister. The Day Court has taken its toll, I’m afraid,” Celestia chuckled, putting on a weak smile.

Luna thought for a moment. “Sister, would you mind us venturing outside of the castle tonight? We have been imprisoned for a thousand years, and we are tired of being imprisoned once more within thine castle,” she stated.

The solar monarch sighed loudly. “I suppose you may. Promise me, sister, please don’t get into trouble, I don’t need to lose you again,” Celestia pleaded.

“I assure you, there will be no issues. We shall go to dinner, and sit in one of the numerous parks we have observed from the balcony,” Luna said confidently, smiling a little.

“Okay then. Shouldn’t you take some of your guards?” Celestia asked.

Luna snorted. “Guards will not be necessary. This is purely a casual trip for ourselves.”

Celestia rolled her eyes. “Have fun, dear sister. If you need anything, please let me know.”

Luna nodded her head and walked away slowly. When she heard Celestia close the door, she began to talk to the Nightmare again. “Nightmare, I am sure you would enjoy dinner, correct?”

I have no way of ‘enjoying’ food, I can only process your brain signals, nothing more. If taste is among them, then I can process it.

Luna snickered at the Nightmare and exited the castle. She trotted carelessly down the road, a smile on her face as she felt the cool night air grace her body and flow through her mane. Ponies stopped and stared, but Luna paid them no mind. She was not going to have her night ruined by a few commoners.

Luna explored the city for a couple of hours, venturing up the major roads and looking for interesting things along the way. She studied the various buildings in the city, observed ponies going about their night, and finally decided to get something to eat.

She stopped before a bar with a large crescent moon fitted over the door, named the Blue Moon. “I wonder if the virtue of getting drunk has changed since we were last atop this world,” she thought. Entering the bar, she was hit with the smell of beer, and a smile crossed her face.

So that’s what beer smells like.

“Yes, that is what beer smells like,” Luna thought, sitting down on a barstool. Interestingly, no pony seemed to mind her being there. Swiveling on her stool, she spied what appeared to be a photo of Nightmare Moon, placed on the wall near some distilling equipment. There were other photos too, and they were all framed.

Now that I recall, I do remember there being a pony taking photos that fateful night. Glad to see they captured my likeness in all of its glory.

“Shut up,” Luna thought, but she couldn’t help but giggle a little. She did look rather nice as Nightmare Moon, and the photographer had done a great job.

A few hoofsteps were heard behind Luna, and she turned to see the bartender approaching her, behind the bar. “Evening, princess, what brings you to my fine establishment?” the bartender asked, giving a small bow of respect.

Luna smiled at the newcomer. “Good evening. Tonight would be our first night out from our sister’s castle,” she said.

“Very nice. What can I get you to drink?” the bartender asked, turning to grab a glass. Upon noticing the confused look on Luna’s face, he chuckled. “Guess I’ll just get you a beer then.”

Luna nodded and watched the bartender work, as he mixed together different liquids and poured stuff into her glass. It was fascinating, watching him pull levers and press buttons on machines she had never once seen until today. He finally set it in front of her with a smile. “Drink’s on the house tonight. You are the princess, after all,” the bartender said with a cheeky smile.

Luna flushed red for a slight second. “Thank you, we appreciate that there are ponies who do not fear us and grovel before us. It is not fun watching a pony beg to not be eaten up.”

The bartender laughed. “Of course. Nopony here is gonna make you feel bad. We’re all just here to enjoy a pint or two and joke around,” he said, as he walked over to another customer. “Enjoy your drink, your highness!”

“Thank you, again,” Luna said, nodding her head and taking a sip of her beverage. As she drank, she began to reflect on her experience here. In just a few minutes, she had felt more welcome and appreciated than ever, and by a common pony, no less.

Ugh…this does not taste good.

“Hush, Nightmare. I am enjoying this,” Luna thought, taking another sip of her beer, and chuckling as the Nightmare expressed her disgust in her thoughts.

Several hours and a few beers later, Luna exited the bar, a bit woozy from the alcohol. She collected her thoughts outside the building, pressing against the wall.

After a bit of thought, I believe the effects of alcohol are growing on me.

“Mmm…it is not the best feeling, I think we should return to the castle,” Luna thought, slowly moving down the street. It was quiet and cold, and the moon hung high above.

As she slowly approached the base of the castle, a regiment of royal guards stood at the gate, blocking Luna’s entrance into the castle. They glared in her direction as she walked towards them.

Luna stood at the gate, waiting for it to open, yet it did not. She glared at some of the guards, who did not budge. “Open the gate! Thy princess commands it!” she yelled.

“Sorry, Nightmare Moon, we can’t let you in,” a guard sneered. “Get the hell out of here before we call up Celestia and send your ass back to the-” the guard added, but did not finish his sentence, as Luna angrily lifted him up into the air around his neck.

“How dare thee compare us to that terrible monster!” she said. “We ought to have thee imprisoned for a millennia for such a treasonous action!”

Luna dropped the guard onto the ground with her magic, and forced the gate open, leaving the guards with fearful looks on their faces. “Let this be a lesson to not disrespect us again!” she screamed, slamming the gates shut.

Luna walked slowly through the castle gardens and up to the castle, opening a door that led to her chambers. She sat on her bed softly. “They hate me, they all do. They never want to accept me, not even my sister cares,” she groaned, burying her head in her pillows.

Maybe you need a break. Take a vacation.

Luna growled. “I cannot just take a vacation! I have duties that need to be upheld!”

Celestia can do them. Maybe when she realizes you left, she will try to find you and apologize for her neglect. And if not…

“What do you mean, ‘if not’?” Luna screamed. “Are you suggesting my sister does not love me?”

No…you did not let me finish. If she does not come find you, just continue your vacation. Besides, what’s the worst that can happen? Celestia ruled for a thousand years by herself.

Luna sat in silence for a while, pondering the Nightmare’s idea of a vacation.

What about a train trip? I am sure you and I are very curious about these…things.

“I suppose that would be most interesting. I once overheard my dear sister dealing with a pony who described himself as a ‘railroader’, whatever that means,” Luna said to herself. “Shall we tell Celestia?”

No. Just leave the castle. Let everypony realize what they have done.

“I guess that is a reasonable idea. I shall think it over,” Luna thought, smiling at the prospect of a vacation. She was tired of the insults, tired of being called Nightmare Moon, tired of the groveling and begging for mercy. Luna was so close to snapping, and all it would take would be one more pony.

And that pony would be none other than Celestia herself.

Luna decided she would talk to Celestia about her troubles, much to the protests of the Nightmare. To Luna’s more rational mind, it seemed like the more reasonable thing to do, instead of just leaving the castle. So Luna desperately tried to get ahold of Celestia. Each day, Luna asked her sister for some time to have a private conversation, and Celestia relented.

“Not now Luna, I have a meeting I need to attend to,” Celestia would say in response to Luna’s requests.

Finally, after several days, Celestia was able to sit down with Luna for a conversation. As she sat down in Luna’s chambers, Luna started to speak of her troubles.

“Sister…I do not feel appreciated in this castle,” Luna began “Ponies still call me Nightmare Moon, I get no respect from the guards, and I am rarely, if ever, allowed to leave. I just feel restricted, I feel awful…”

Celestia scoffed. “Luna…I’m keeping you in the castle for your own safety. When you went out that one night, I was scared, worried you’d come back hurt.”

“And did I?” Luna snapped.

“You didn’t…” Celestia said softly.

‘Why have you been so neglectful of me as of late?” Luna said, her voice getting louder and more aggressive. “I have been trying to get you to talk to me about things for days now, and you just kept blowing me off, stating you had ‘business to do’. Oh wow, I guess having sex with your secretary was more important than talking with your sister. What a nice thing to know.”

Celestia’s eyes averted from Luna’s gaze. “W-well…there was truth in that statement, I had a big meeting with other rulers.”

“And why did you not invite me? Am I not also the ruler of Equestria?” Luna snarled, her voice raising to Royal Canterlot Voice levels. “Sister, sometimes I feel as if you purposefully avoid me. Do you not think the Elements reformed me enough? Have you fallen for the rumors that Nightmare Moon is simply waiting around for me to get so MAD at you, so she can TAKE ME OVER AND DESTROY YOU?”

Luna’s eyes went white, and she got in Celestia’s face. “Do you know what is stopping me from just taking out all my anger and frustration on you right now?”

Celestia looked fearfully into her sister’s eyes. “N-no…I don’t.”

“My love for you, as my sister,” Luna said, her eyes returning back to normal. “But, with every single thing to you do, like not telling the guards to call me Luna, pushing me away, and maybe even falling victim to rumors, that love degrades ever so slightly.”

“B-but…Luna, we can fix this!” Celestia said, tears forming in her eyes.

“You should’ve done that earlier,” Luna growled. “And now, I think a certain somepony would like to speak with you,” and with those words, Luna’s eyes began to shift a little, the pupils turning to slits, an ominous cackle echoing through Luna’s chambers.

“Ah, Celestia, so nice to see you after all these years,” Nightmare Moon chuckled, her sultry voice flowing across the room. “I heard from my dearest Luna that you have not been treating her well.”

Celestia stood up and charged her horn. “What have you done with my sister, Nightmare Moon?”

“Oh, nothing. In fact, she let me out,” Nightmare Moon smiled coldly, albeit still in Luna’s body. “I cannot do much outside of talking to you, so let me make this quick, Celestia,” she snapped. “You have been horrible to her. So horrible, in fact, it made me, the so-called ‘evil villain’ you ponies speak of, feel empathy towards my dearest Luna. Over the past three weeks she has been back home, you have kept her cooped up in this castle, subjected to terrible treatment from the staff and guard, and ignored her. It took us five attempts to even get you to talk to us,” Nightmare Moon said, glaring at Celesta.

“If the ‘deplorable and despicable Nightmare Moon’ has to tell you what you have done wrong, you have seriously messed up,” Nightmare Moon added, snarling.

Luna’s eyes slowly changed back to their normal size, and Luna breathed heavily, watching her sister intently. “So, dear sister, did the Nightmare change your mind? Or maybe open up your eyes to my plight?”

Celestia sighed, but maintained her case. “Now that I know Nightmare Moon has been talking to you, you are most definitely not allowed to leave my castle. In fact, I’m going to station guards outside your quarters until we can remove her from you,” she said. “I cannot let you become corrupted again.”

Luna’s eyes widen, her expression turning into one of rage. “I did not let that monster out just for you to shut down our opinion!”

“Sister, I…I’m trying to prevent you from becoming corrupted, by removing Nightmare Moon from you, this will help you!” Celestia said, attempting to reason with her sister, but to no avail.

“Get out,” Luna snapped.

“Luna-”

“GET. OUT.” Luna yelled. Using her magic, she pushed Celestia out of her room, and slammed the door shut.

The moment Celestia was gone, Luna snatched up her suitcase and began to pack. Throwing in all sorts of things, she stuffed it full of everything she needed to live life away from the castle.

Maybe after we’ve left her, she’ll feel bad for all the misfortune she’s brought upon us.

Luna ignored the Nightmare, continuing to pack. Grabbing some large bills, she stuffed them in a wallet, and threw it in her suitcase, shutting it tight. Opening her bedroom door, she scanned the hallway, and ran for the door. Using her strong wings, Luna took off the moment she left the castle. She flew to the train station, and slowly approached it, composing herself.

Walking up to the ticket booth, she leaned on the counter, trying her best to maintain a smile, desperately holding back the tears.

“One way to San Franciscolt, please.”

Author's Note

More chapters coming soon!

Westward Bound

Luna set a stack of bits on the ticket counter, which more than covered the cost of a room, the dining, and the preferred seating. Taking her ticket, she stood on the far end of the station as The Nightmare rambled on.

I’ve always hated Celestia. If I could, I’d just kill her now for her treatment of you. I want her to feel the wrath of the Night like she did all those years ago, at my hooves.

“Nightmare, shut up,” Luna said in her head. “Your insolent rambling will only make it worse. Get a grip on yourself before I shut you up myself.”

Fine. Just get on the damn train and let’s get out of here.

Luna stood and waited for a while, before The Nightmare started up again.

I think you should let me out again. Forgo this silly trip, and let me go back to end the reign of the sun.

“Nightmare…” Luna growled.

I’m doing this for you, my dear! It would make your life so much better with your sister gone.

“Nightmare. You said the exact same thing to me a thousand years ago, and we’re not doing that. I will not kill my sister,” Luna snapped.

Well why not? You know she will continue to neglect you.

“Because…well…I do not know, she will come around eventually, I promise,” Luna said, trying to justify herself.

But she has not, has she? It’s been four weeks at this point. Are you even sure that your sister will ever change? This is how she has always been, and always will be. She will always neglect you.

“Just shut up,” Luna said tiredly, using a spell to shut up Nightmare Moon. This same thing had happened before, and Luna knew that. She knew The Nightmare was trying to manipulate her, get her to do what she wanted for herself.

Luna had been caught at these crossroads ever since she returned. On one hoof, The Nightmare had proved to be a useful ally, and was there when Luna needed comfort, but on the other, The Nightmare was still the same force that drove her to the darkness all those years ago, and still had the same ideas of eternal night and vengeance.

Usually, Luna just let The Nightmare ramble and rant, but she often found herself forcefully shutting The Nightmare up to protect her damaged mental state, one that was easy to manipulate.

As much as Luna wanted to forsake Celestia, she was still her sister, and Luna would not stoop to the lows she did as Nightmare Moon.

A loud blaring of a horn was heard a little ways away from the station, and the train came into view. It was a massive machine, made of steel and glass. Its diesel prime mover throbbed beneath the metal carbody, and the bell clanged loudly as the train’s locomotives came to a stop just beyond the station platform.

With another singular blast of the horn, the doors on the train opened, and the passengers disembarked with luggage and other things. Luna watched as ponies on the platform hugged their relatives or friends, or as businessponies disembarked, wearing expensive suits and carrying their bags in their magic.

The conductor then directed the other ponies to form up in a line and present their tickets. The crowd quickly approached the conductor. With each passenger, he punched their tickets and let them aboard.

Luna! Stop watching and go join the line!

Evidently, The Nightmare had broken through the silencer spell, but at least she wasn’t rambling about how Celestia needed to die. Heeding her advice, Luna came to the rear of the line, and slowly inched forwards towards the coach.

The conductor stopped her. “Tickets please,” he droned, his eyes drifting towards Luna. They widened a little bit, but he did not mention her, instead quickly punching her ticket and letting her aboard. Once Luna had entered the train, he gave the all aboard call and closed the vestibule door, at the same time signaling the engineer to depart. With two short blasts of the horn, the train slowly throttled up. It was soon leaving Canterlot behind, traveling west.

Luna timidly navigated to her room for the next few days, walking down the curving hallway of the sleeper car. Opening room #2, she placed her bag inside and closed the door quickly as the train began to move. Laying down on the bed, she shut her eyes, trying to forget that day’s events.

A few moments later, her vigil was interrupted by a small knock at the door, as one of the stewardesses had come to take Luna’s dinner order. At this point, Luna had fallen asleep, rocked to bed by the slow back and forth of the railcar. So, naturally, The Nightmare decided to take charge. “Luna wouldn’t mind”, she figured. She was doing her a favor, by placing her order for food and letting her mind rest. “Enter!” Nightmare Moon called, having assumed the dominant position in Luna’s mind. She was doing the talking, the moving, the breathing, and Luna was none the wiser.

The stewardess slowly opened the door, a bright smile on her face. “Your Highness!” she said, bowing slightly. “It is an honor to serve you tonight. What may I get you?”

Nightmare Moon chuckled, trying to assume Luna’s voice. “Mmm, that is a different reaction to what I have gotten recently.”

The stewardess looked at her, a bit confused, before nodding her head slowly. “I don’t mean to rush you, but I need to get to other passengers,” she said quietly.

“Oh, of course,” Nightmare Moon said in her characteristic way of speaking. “A bottle of red wine and some hayburgers, please.”

With a slight nod, the stewardess departed, all the while Nightmare Moon chuckled under her breath. She fully intended to get drunk, but that would have to wait for later in the night. For now, Luna had to be fed.

When the stewardess returned, Nightmare Moon graciously tipped the mare, and accepted the food and wine. Placing the wine bottle on the table, she calmly ate the hayburgers and looked out the window. She was enjoying her few moments of freedom. Feeling bored, she popped the cork and poured herself a glass of wine, sipping it as the countryside zipped by. She let out a small yet sinister chuckle of glee, and downed the glass of wine. “Much better than that awful beer Luna drank,” she quipped.

A slight buzzing sounded in her head, and Nightmare Moon recognized it was time to return Luna to the forefront of thought again. Grabbing Luna’s personality, she shoved it to the lead position of her mind, and receded back into Luna’s brain.

Luna’s brain buzzed, as she slowly awoke from her short nap. Strangely enough, a bottle of wine and a small plate were left on the table, two hayburgers left on the plate, and an empty wine glass standing next to the bottle. Not thinking much of it, Luna ate the last two hayburgers, and sipped a little bit of wine, before laying back down on the bed.

Luna, my dear, do you like what I’ve prepared for you?

The sudden interjection of The Nightmare startled Luna, and she jolted a little bit. “Nightmare! Never do that again,” she said to herself, as the entire sentence settled in Luna’s head. “You mean to tell me you prepared this?” she asked, a bit surprised.

Of course. The stewardess came and asked for your order, so I naturally told her what you wanted. Or rather, what I wanted.

The Nightmare chuckled quietly when she said this, her voice now starting to take on the qualities of being slightly drunk.

“Very interesting…and nothing was amiss when you did this?” Luna asked.

Nothing at all. I even imitated you.

“Okay then, I suppose I will return to sleep. Have you any questions before I lay my head down?”

Zero.

And with that, Luna shut her eyes and promptly fell asleep, leaving The Nightmare to her own thoughts.

Nightmare Moon was once again left alone in Luna’s head. With her host now fast asleep, she believed it was high time to have some fun.

Waking up Luna’s body, but keeping Luna’s consciousness asleep, she grabbed the wine bottle and poured another glass, swallowing it quickly. The red liquid stained her teeth, but it tasted good as ever, especially after having to drink what Luna was drinking. The satisfaction of choice and the onset of drunkenness filled Nightmare Moon’s head like the wine she poured into the glass.

Sipping on her third overall glass of wine, she had a momentary time of thought. “Why am I doing this for Luna?” she thought. “I can be my own pony if I chose to, yet I still choose to aid my creator.”

Nightmare Moon mulled over this thought for a while, yet she still felt that obligation to Luna. However, that would not stop her from enjoying herself on occasion.

Chuckling to herself, Nightmare Moon watched as the sun slowly set below the horizon. Someday, the sun would set forever, but there were more important priorities at hoof. She slowly got out of bed, and with a simple thought, she transformed Luna’s body into her own. Focusing her magic, she locked the door, and then laid back down on the bed.

To anyone that entered the room, it would’ve been a tantalizing sight to behold. She had laid down on her side, her eyelids were heavy, and the aroma of wine mixed with the scent of lavender, but Nightmare Moon was not in the mood for pleasure. She closed her eyes and focused upon a point in Luna’s consciousness: the entryway to the Dreamscape.

Slipping through the portal, Nightmare Moon emerged on the flat and starry plain she had known for a millenia. To her, it was something she could do on a whim, and the intrigue of the Dreamscape had long since vanished for her. The thing she was most interested in was what lay within.

Calling upon her magic, she summoned a long line of doors. Picking through these doors, she narrowed them down to the ones belonging to passengers on the train. With a sly smile on her face, she summoned her armor, which quickly attached to her body. A quick spell later, she was ready to enter the dreams of ponies, albeit a bit drunk.

Stepping into one of these doors, she peeked her head in and spied a pony sitting by a lake. The moon hung high in the sky, and stars filled the night. The pony, evidently a stallion, seemed peaceful and tired, so Nightmare Moon wiped the evil smile off her face, and slowly approached the stallion.

The soft sound of hooves on dirt was heard through the dream, and Nightmare Moon felt at peace for the first time in her miserable life. She even contemplated leaving the dream, and letting Luna experience this herself, but no, she would not give up her freedom.

Nightmare Moon slowly walked up to the lake’s shore and stood there, looking out into the night sky. The stallion next to her appeared to be in a sleep of sorts, so she gently prodded him awake. The stallion jumped and his eyes flicked open, focusing onto Nightmare Moon’s own eyes. The two locked gazes for a moment, and the stallion’s eyes seemed to soften, his facial structure taking a more intrigued look.

The stallion coughed, and looked away from Nightmare Moon, seemingly embarrassed. “Your Highness, why visit my dream?” he asked.

Nightmare Moon chuckled, and sat down beside him. “I just needed a break.”

“Don’t we all?” he responded, a smile on his face.

“You make a good point,” Nightmare Moon said, smiling slightly. “Tell me, what is your name?”

The stallion chuckled. “Bitterbrew. I work in the medical field.”

The two sat in silence for a while. Nightmare Moon had summoned in another wine glass, and sipped from it as she sat on the shoreline. The stallion looked at Nightmare Moon and furrowed his brow.

“Are you drinking?” he asked.

Nightmare Moon simply nodded her head. “I have been through a lot. I am probably drunk by now, but it does not matter to me,” she chuckled, downing the rest of the glass.

Bitterbrew sighed. “Would it be wrong of me to ask what’s going on?”

“No, it wouldn’t,” she started. “My host Luna has been going through yet another falling out with her sister, Celestia. After Twilight defeated me, I was brought back under Luna’s control. I quickly found a loophole on how to regain control, albeit only for a few hours at a time, yet I found no need to exact my revenge anymore,” she sighed, putting the wine glass down.

“On to Luna,” Nightmare Moon said calmly. “She, along with myself, arrived back in the castle at Canterlot about a month ago. From then on, she had been recovering her magic, while I helped her with decision making. Eventually, ponies began to notice Luna was back, and instead of addressing her properly they addressed her as Nightmare Moon, and would publicly ostracize her for her past relations with me. We tried to go to Celestia for help, but she ignored us, just like she did a thousand years ago. We ended up confronting her, and then fleeing the castle.”

Bitterbrew slowly nodded his head. “I’m not sure I can fully relate, but I understand a bit of what you’re going through.”

Nightmare Moon nodded, and closed her eyes, laying down on the grass. “Do you mind me being here at all?”

“Not one bit,” he said, chuckling. “Stay as long as you want.”

“Thank you, Bitterbrew, I appreciate your generosity,” Nightmare Moon responded.

Again, the two remained in silence for a while longer. Bitterbrew tried to keep his eyes from straying towards Nightmare Moon, who lay near him, but to little avail. Her head was turned away from him, and every few minutes he stole a glance at her. The jet black fur absorbed the light in such a way that made her glow in the night, her ethereal mane danced around her neck, and the soft rise and fall of her chest was almost cute to him.

A strange thought echoed in Bitterbrew’s mind. He knew who she was, he was aware of the legend, and he was aware of her motives. Before him was in fact Nightmare Moon, a pony who could rip him to shreds if he tried anything dangerous. Yet, he felt the strange desire to hold her close.

From what he gathered, she was not the one who needed the hug, but it made sense to him that the emotions would transfer from her to Luna. And even if they did not, he would still have hugged Nightmare Moon.

Bitterbrew got to his hooves and walked towards her. Something within his mind told him she needed it. Laying down in front of her, he gently tapped one of her hooves.

“Nightmare, you there?” he asked.

Nightmare Moon nodded her head slowly, but did not open her eyes. “What is it you need, Bitterbrew?” she whispered.

Bitterbrew drew in a deep breath. “Would it be appropriate to hug you?” he asked quickly.

In her drunken state, Nightmare Moon didn’t really care. She didn’t care if this random pony touched her, hugged her, even kissed her. It was just a dream anyway, and it could all be over at just a thought. Though, another thought came to her mind. She hadn’t had a hug in years, and if she was correct, Luna could receive the hug vicariously through herself.

Nightmare Moon stood up, and motioned for Bitterbrew to rise as well. She nodded slowly, and let him wrap his forelegs around her neck. She lowered her head to his own, and pressed it gently into his neck.

Both Bitterbrew and Nightmare Moon’s minds were racing. To Bitterbrew, it was the highest honor he had ever been given. To Nightmare Moon, it was a sorely needed feeling. The feeling of being appreciated -- loved, even – was like a soft blanket to warm her cold heart. With a spell, Nightmare Moon transferred these feelings into Luna, for her to feel upon the morning.

The two embraced for a while longer, before Bitterbrew retracted his forelegs. The two locked eyes, and chuckled slightly. A faint blush was visible on Bitterbrew’s face as well, adding to Nightmare Moon’s feelings of warmth and happiness.

“Thank you,” Nightmare Moon said quietly, laying back down. “Come, lay with me,” she added, tapping the ground next to her.

Bitterbrew chuckled and laid down with Nightmare Moon, nestling himself next to her, nuzzling into her neck. “Thanks a lot, this is really nice,” he said, laughing a little more.

Nightmare Moon smiled and draped her wing across his body, and brought him closer to her chest. “It is nice to see a pony who does not cower in fear at the raw sight or mention of me,” she muttered, gently kissing his neck.

A wave of heat pulsed through Bitterbrew’s body, and a blush grew on his cheeks as he snuggled closer to Nightmare Moon. “I…heh, thanks, I guess?” he said awkwardly.

The two laid together for another few hours, before Bitterbrew slowly shook his head. “I’ve gotta go, Nightmare,” he said, getting up.

“I understand, my friend. Leave, I shall visit you another time,” Nightmare Moon said, also getting up. “Farewell, Bitterbrew.”
“Goodbye!” he said as he left the dream world.

Soon, Nightmare Moon found herself back in the main Dreamscape. Her original mission was still unfilled, and she was left standing in the starry plain, yet she felt no need to complete it. She removed her armor and exited the Dreamscape. Nightmare Moon awoke in the sleeper car, still on the bed. She quickly hid the half-empty wine bottle and drank some water, hoping to alleviate the coming hangover.

Returning to sleep, she brought Luna’s consciousness forward, and went back to being Luna’s observer.

Luna’s eyes slowly opened, and she scanned her surroundings. Immediately, she felt the feeling of a hangover setting in, but it was strangely mixed in with another feeling: one of love, and appreciation.

Rubbing her head, Luna slowly got up to drink some water, taking an entire bottle and swallowing its contents. Feeling a little better, she laid back down to breathe a little, yet the strange feeling of love never dissipated.

Stranger still, The Nightmare hadn’t said a word. Looking into her head, she saw The Nightmare passed out, softly snoring. Something in Luna’s mind told her it was The Nightmare who had gotten her drunk, and it was The Nightmare who had given her those weird feelings. She had to know.

“Nightmare. Wake up,” Luna said to herself.

What do you want, Luna? I was trying to rest.

“Two things. Why am I drunk, and why do I feel this strange feeling of love?” she asked.

I may have drank a little last night.

Upon hearing this, Luna was furious. “Don’t you tell me you went out and slept with a passenger on this train!”

I did not. I went and explored a dream, and was overcome by strong emotions. I thought it best to share these emotions with you.

“I hardly believe you, but what were you thinking when you shared these emotions with me?” Luna prodded.

I simply wanted you to feel something other than sadness.

Luna grumbled and rolled her eyes, yet she felt that The Nightmare could be telling the truth. Whatever the truth, it felt nice. Being loved was something she had needed for many years. Instead of from her sister, it had instead come from some unknown source that The Nightmare had shared with her. Why The Nightmare had shared these feelings with her was beyond Luna’s comprehension, but she was happy nonetheless.

“Thank you, Nightmare,” Luna said quietly.

You are welcome, my dearest Luna.

Author's Note

Well, some stuff happened in this chapter. Hope y'all liked it! So sorry about the long wait! I'd love to make more consistent updates, but I just don't have the time. Maybe this summer I'll pump out more chapters.