Equestria Girls Trick or Treat Tales

by StarBlader

Rating: everyone
Tags: Comedy, Other, Equestria Girls, Main 7 (EqG), Slice of Life
Length: 6867

A Little Fun on Halloween

Some shorts stories that Feature the Mane 7 and sereveal others on Halloween.

Published 2024-10-31 04:40:00 UTC
Last updated 2024-10-31 04:40:00 UTC

Chapter 1

Equestria Girls: Trick or Treat Tales #1 - An Eye for an Eye

The cool autumn air had settled over Canterlot High, sweeping through the trees and scattering orange and yellow leaves across the courtyard. Rainbow Dash shivered, pulling her bomber jacket tighter as she and her friends made their way toward the gym. Inside, the annual Halloween Fright Fest awaited them: a night full of spooky stories, hayrides, and pranks.

The others had dressed up, each embracing their Halloween spirit. Twilight Sparkle had gone as a mad scientist, complete with oversized goggles and a lab coat. Rarity sparkled in a darkly elegant witch’s gown, holding a crystal ball that glowed whenever she spoke. Pinkie Pie had chosen a classic: a ghost costume made of a bed sheet with two large eye holes cut out, though she'd added her own twist with colorful, blinking lights that lit her up like a Halloween disco.

Rainbow Dash, however, had decided to skip a costume this year, brushing off the idea as "too childish." She'd be cool, she'd said. No need for spooky getups or pranks.

Or so she thought.

As they entered the gym, Rainbow noticed the decorations. Bats made of construction paper dangled from the ceiling, skeletons hung from the walls, and a fog machine poured out a low mist that clung to the floor. The decorations were great, she thought, but it didn’t exactly scream “scary” to her. She chuckled to herself and rolled her eyes.

Suddenly, a loud BOOM! echoed from behind her, followed by a loud, high-pitched scream. Startled, Rainbow turned to see Pinkie Pie rolling on the floor, laughing hysterically. Above her, a stuffed bat that had been rigged to drop from the ceiling was dangling, its eyes glowing an ominous red.

“Gotcha!” Pinkie giggled. “First scare of the night!”

“Oh, please, Pinkie,” Rainbow scoffed, crossing her arms and trying to look unimpressed. “I don’t scare that easily.”

“Oh, I know,” Pinkie said with a sly grin, “but the night’s just getting started!”

Rainbow didn’t think much of it at first. Sure, Pinkie loved her pranks, and Halloween was her favorite time of year, but Rainbow was pretty sure she could handle whatever little tricks Pinkie had in store.

Little did she know, that was only the beginning.

As the night went on, Rainbow found herself the target of one prank after another. Every time she turned around, it seemed, there was something new waiting to get a reaction out of her. First, it was a bucket of plastic spiders on her seat. Then, while she was grabbing a snack, a skeleton arm “mysteriously” popped out of the popcorn bowl.

“Alright, who put this here?” she demanded, picking up the plastic arm. Twilight adjusted her goggles, clearly trying to stifle a laugh.

“No idea, Rainbow! It must’ve been… magic.” She wiggled her fingers in an exaggerated gesture, and the rest of the girls burst out laughing.

Rainbow groaned, but she tried to laugh along. “Okay, okay, real funny. But I’m not scared.”

As she said this, a quiet little voice at the back of her mind whispered, Are you sure? After all, a few of the pranks had been a bit too realistic for her liking. But no way was she going to let that show.

Determined to prove she was unfazed, Rainbow decided to make herself the prankster. She snuck off to grab a can of whipped cream, planning to sneak up behind Fluttershy and give her a little scare. But just as she raised her hand to tap Fluttershy’s shoulder, the lights in the gym flickered and went out, plunging the room into darkness.

A collective gasp filled the room, and Rainbow found herself instinctively moving closer to her friends. She rolled her eyes, trying to steady her nerves. It was just a power outage. But as her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she noticed something unsettling—a shadowy figure slowly moving toward her.

“Okay… ha-ha, real funny,” she called out, hoping one of her friends would reveal themselves. But nobody answered. Instead, the figure continued to move closer, silent and menacing.

She swallowed hard, feeling a genuine twinge of fear. "Pinkie? Twilight? Guys, quit messing around!"

Just then, a single beam of light shone down from the ceiling, illuminating the figure’s face. Rainbow gasped as she saw what looked like a floating head, with two empty eyes staring right at her, a sinister grin spread across its pale face. Her heart skipped a beat.

But then, suddenly, she heard a familiar snicker.

From behind her, Applejack couldn’t hold it in any longer and burst out laughing. “Gotcha good, didn’t we?”

With a flourish, Rarity stepped forward and removed the head, revealing a cardboard mask they had created just for Rainbow. The others joined in, and the whole gym filled with laughter. Rainbow laughed, albeit nervously, feeling her face flush.

“Alright, alright! I admit it, you guys got me,” Rainbow said, forcing a grin. “But that’s it, okay? Enough pranks for one night.”

The girls nodded, and with one last shared laugh, they promised to leave her in peace. But Rainbow could still feel her pulse racing, and every little creak or groan seemed to jump out at her. She tried to shake it off, but she couldn’t help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, she’d underestimated Halloween after all.

As the evening wound down, Rainbow headed outside, needing some fresh air. She leaned against the railing, gazing up at the full moon that hung in the dark sky. She took a deep breath, grateful for the cool night air.

Just then, a faint rustling sound came from the bushes nearby. She froze, her eyes scanning the darkness. It was probably just the wind, she told herself. But then, the bushes shook, and a shadowy figure slowly emerged.

Rainbow felt her breath catch. It was tall, much taller than her, with what looked like claws glinting in the moonlight. As it stepped into view, she could see it more clearly: it was dressed in a dark cloak with a hood that cast its face in shadow.

“Who… who are you?” Rainbow called out, trying to sound brave. The figure didn’t answer, only moved closer.

Finally, the figure stopped, and with a swift movement, threw off its hood to reveal… Fluttershy.

Rainbow’s mouth dropped open as Fluttershy looked at her, trying and failing to stifle a giggle. “I-I’m sorry, Rainbow. They made me do it.”

That was the final straw. Rainbow’s shoulders slumped in defeat as she let out a long sigh. The others stepped out from behind Fluttershy, holding up their phones, which were recording her reaction.

“Happy Halloween, Rainbow Dash!” they all cheered in unison.

Rainbow couldn’t help but laugh at herself. “Alright, alright, you got me. This time. But next Halloween? Oh, I’m getting all of you back. You won’t even know what hit you!”

With that, she turned on her heel, grinning, already planning her revenge.

Chapter 2

Equestria Girls: Trick or Treat Tales #2 - I Scream for You

Canterlot High was buzzing with excitement as Halloween approached, but this year, the anticipation was especially high. The Scare Film Fest was in full swing, with students from all grades creating short horror films to compete for the coveted "Scariest Film" award. Pinkie Pie was determined to win, and she knew just who to recruit to help her make the scariest film Canterlot High had ever seen: Twilight Sparkle.

"Twilight, I need you!" Pinkie exclaimed, bursting into the library, where Twilight sat quietly, nose-deep in a thick book on horror movie history.

Twilight looked up, adjusting her glasses. "Pinkie! You startled me!"

Pinkie leaned in, her eyes wide with excitement. "Perfect! That’s exactly what I need—a true scream from the queen of brains!" She twirled dramatically, arms spread wide. "You’re the smartest person I know, and if we’re going to make the scariest movie ever, I need your brains for the perfect plot!”

Twilight blinked, both flattered and slightly intimidated by Pinkie's intensity. But the idea of creating a horror film piqued her interest. "Alright, Pinkie. I’m in! So, what’s the concept?”

“Great question!” Pinkie pulled out a notebook that looked like it had been through multiple brainstorming sessions. Scrawled across the pages were doodles of ghosts, monsters, and notes like “SCARY CLOSE-UP!” and “CREEPY MUSIC???”

“Okay, okay,” Pinkie began, tapping her chin. “So the main idea is… ICE CREAM! But, you know, scary!”

Twilight tilted her head, trying to envision it. “Uh, like a haunted ice cream truck?”

“Exactly!” Pinkie grinned. “We’ll have this creepy old ice cream truck that only appears at night. And when kids hear the music, they feel compelled to chase it. But once they get close, they find out the ice cream… is haunted!”

Twilight’s scientific mind went to work. "We could add a psychological twist,” she suggested, warming up to the idea. “Maybe the truck isn’t haunted, but it has a hypnotic effect on anyone who hears the tune. Like, it's a lure!"

Pinkie’s eyes sparkled with delight. “Yes! And then once they’re inside, the truck starts to change… the walls close in, the temperature drops, and there are sounds—eerie whispers, ghostly giggles…”

Twilight nodded. “And instead of selling regular flavors, it offers… terrifying flavors. ‘Ghastly Green Apple,’ ‘Screaming Strawberry,’ and ‘Bloodcurdling Blueberry.’ Maybe each flavor has a supernatural side effect!”

Pinkie’s jaw dropped. “Twilight, you’re a genius!”

Twilight blushed, her enthusiasm now fully charged. “Alright, Pinkie. If we’re going to do this, we need a storyboard, a script, costumes, sound effects, and of course… our cast!”

The next day, Pinkie and Twilight recruited their friends to help bring their horror masterpiece to life. Rainbow Dash was more than happy to play the mysterious ice cream truck driver, donning a vintage uniform with a creepy, unblinking mask they had found in the theater department. Applejack helped them borrow an old truck from Sweet Apple Acres, which they decorated with faded paint and crooked, hand-painted signs that read "Scream for Ice Cream" and "Sweet Treats for the Brave."

“Alright, girls, let’s make some movie magic!” Pinkie cheered as she set up her camcorder. Twilight had written up a quick script, but she was open to improvisation, encouraging everyone to bring their own spookiness to the scenes.

They began filming late in the afternoon, just as the sun was setting and casting eerie shadows across the schoolyard. As the truck rumbled into frame, Rainbow put on her creepiest ice cream seller voice.

“Helloooo, kiddies… who’s ready for a taste of terror?”

Rarity, who had opted to play a “terrified townsperson,” shrieked as the truck slowly approached. Fluttershy, cast as an innocent passerby, huddled behind Rarity, clutching a small plush toy she’d brought for emotional support.

Pinkie watched the scene unfold through the camcorder, feeling a thrill rush through her. The spooky atmosphere, the creeping shadows, the ominous hum of the truck’s ice cream jingle—all of it was coming together perfectly.

Then came the big scene: the kids’ first taste of the haunted ice cream. Twilight had rigged up some clever effects for this, including dry ice hidden under the ice cream tubs and glow sticks nestled in scoops to give them an otherworldly glow.

"Alright, Rainbow, you’re gonna hand them a cone of Screaming Strawberry, and then, bam!” Twilight explained, holding up a cue card for everyone to remember the sequence. “Rarity, you’re gonna scream and say, ‘What… what is this?!’”

Rainbow cackled in character, extending a cone of smoking pink ice cream to Rarity with a wicked laugh. “Only the brave get a taste of Screaming Strawberry…”

Rarity took a shaky bite, her eyes widening. “What… what is this?!” She gagged dramatically, grabbing her throat as if she could barely stand the flavor. She stumbled backward, then let out a bloodcurdling scream, collapsing to her knees.

Everyone was so into it that even Fluttershy gave a little gasp of horror. The entire cast went silent, stunned by Rarity’s over-the-top reaction.

Pinkie stopped recording, her grin wider than ever. “Rarity, that was amazing! I was almost scared!”

Rarity gave a satisfied smile, straightening her witch’s hat. “Why, thank you, darling. I do believe I have a flair for the dramatic.”

They moved on to the final scenes, in which the truck's hauntings became more intense. Rainbow, grinning behind her mask, revved the engine and took the truck down a deserted alley near the school. In the dim light, shadows danced on the walls as Twilight rigged up more spooky effects: ghostly whispers recorded on her phone, eerie lights flickering from the truck's windows, and Pinkie hiding in the back, banging pots and pans to create strange metallic echoes.

“Fluttershy, you’re up!” Twilight called. Fluttershy nervously approached the truck, her eyes wide as she looked around.

Rainbow leaned out of the truck window, her voice a low, sinister whisper. “One last customer for the night… care for a cone?”

Fluttershy took the cone with a trembling hand, but before she could take a bite, a shadowy figure—Applejack, draped in a sheet with glowing red eyes—rose from behind her, letting out a deep, echoing moan.

Fluttershy shrieked, dropping the cone and bolting out of the scene. But, ever the professional, she turned back and gave a small wave to show she was okay. Everyone broke into laughter, the tension melting as Pinkie stopped recording.

After hours of filming and editing, Twilight and Pinkie finally pieced together the finished product. They were exhausted, but seeing the final result filled them with pride. The creepy music, the haunted truck, the sinister ice cream, and each friend’s over-the-top reactions all came together beautifully.

On the night of the Scare Film Fest, Pinkie could barely sit still. The gym was filled with students, all eagerly awaiting the showcase of films. As the lights dimmed and the first film rolled, she glanced over at Twilight, giving her a big thumbs-up. When their film finally started, an eerie hush fell over the audience.

Rainbow's creepy ice cream truck appeared on screen, inching forward, the ominous tune playing as she handed out cones of ghostly ice cream. Gasps, whispers, and nervous laughs rippled through the crowd, and by the time the “Screaming Strawberry” scene played, there were actual screams from a few students.

When Fluttershy bolted from the haunted truck in the final scene, the gym burst into applause. The screen faded to black, and the title appeared: "I Scream for You" in jagged red letters.

As the lights came up, Principal Celestia took the stage, smiling brightly. “I think it’s safe to say we were all a little spooked by that one! Congratulations to Pinkie Pie, Twilight Sparkle, and the rest of their team for delivering some truly haunting Halloween spirit!”

Pinkie jumped out of her seat, cheering. She grabbed Twilight’s hand, pulling her up as they took a bow. The entire gym clapped and cheered, and Pinkie beamed, knowing that their scary little movie had stolen the show.

As they left the gym, Pinkie whispered to Twilight, “Next year? Even scarier.”

Twilight grinned. “I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

Chapter 3

Equestria Girls: Trick or Treat Tales #3 - Freaky Fright Night

It was a quiet October evening at Canterlot High, and the halls were filled with decorations for the school’s upcoming Halloween festivities. Students had been buzzing about costumes, planning pranks, and sharing ghost stories, but there was a different kind of magic in the air that night—one that would soon bring about more tricks than treats.

Twilight Sparkle had been working late in the science lab, analyzing a peculiar shard of Equestrian crystal she’d found near the portal to Equestria. Spike, her loyal dog and faithful assistant, watched her closely, his tail wagging as he lay on a small pillow beside her chair.

"Alright, Spike, I think this crystal could reveal something special if I just manage to charge it up," Twilight murmured, adjusting her goggles and positioning the shard under her microscope. The soft glow of the crystal filled the room as she used a small, handheld device to apply a gentle pulse of energy. She’d been curious about the effects of Equestrian magic on different materials, and this shard seemed to radiate a unique aura.

Spike tilted his head, watching the crystal pulse with light. “I don’t know, Twilight. You sure it’s safe? I mean, last time you experimented with one of those crystals, we ended up with a whole mess of magical clones.”

Twilight laughed softly. “Don’t worry, Spike! I’ve calibrated this exactly. I won’t let any surprises catch us off guard.”

Famous last words.

As she applied one last adjustment, the crystal flared up suddenly, filling the room with an intense light. Both Twilight and Spike tried to shield their eyes, but it was too late. The light washed over them, and they both felt an odd, tingling sensation that sent shivers down their spines. Twilight stumbled, reaching out for the lab table as the glow finally began to fade.

When she opened her eyes, the first thing she noticed was that her body felt… off. She blinked, looking down and immediately freezing in shock. Instead of her hands, she saw small, furry paws. Her vision was lower to the ground, and she realized with horror that she was now seeing the world from Spike’s perspective.

“Wha—? No, this can’t be!” she tried to say, but what came out was a panicked bark.

Across from her, Spike looked around in surprise. He touched his head, his nose, then his hands… hands that weren’t his usual paws. “Uh… Twilight?” he said, blinking and hearing his own voice come out in a much higher pitch than he was used to. “I think… I’m you!”

The realization hit them both at the same time. Twilight—now in Spike’s body—let out a distressed whine, while Spike—now in Twilight’s body—stared at his hands, wide-eyed and unsure what to do.

“Okay, okay, let’s not panic,” Spike said, though his voice shook slightly as he tried to calm down. “We just need to reverse… whatever happened.”

Twilight nodded, though it was strange to do so from her new four-legged stance. “I need to think, but this is so bizarre! I don’t even know where to start.” She looked up at Spike—her own body, staring back at her with an expression of uncertainty.

After taking a few moments to adjust, they decided to head to the library, where Twilight hoped to find a solution in one of her many magical research books. Trying to walk on four paws took a little getting used to for Twilight, who stumbled more than once and had to resist the urge to trip over her own feet—no, paws. Meanwhile, Spike struggled with the unfamiliar coordination of walking on two legs, often gripping tables or walls for balance.

As they made their way down the hallway, they ran into Pinkie Pie, who was putting up some Halloween decorations. She turned around, flashing them her usual cheerful grin.

“Hey, Twilight! Hey, Spike! You two ready for Freaky Fright Night?” she asked, winking as she waved a fake rubber bat in the air. Then she paused, her smile faltering as she noticed Twilight’s odd gait and Spike’s awkward posture.

“Uh… are you two okay?”

Spike, in Twilight’s body, laughed nervously. “Oh, uh, yeah! Just… you know… testing out a new Halloween dance!” He made a clumsy attempt at a spin, nearly tripping over his own feet.

Pinkie blinked, tilting her head, and shrugged. “Weird, but okay! I’ll leave you to it. Happy haunting!” She bounced off, clearly not fazed by the strangeness.

Once Pinkie was out of sight, Twilight sighed in relief. “That was close. We have to avoid talking to anyone until we fix this.”

They finally reached the library and went straight to the restricted section, where Twilight kept her magical research books. Spike scanned the titles, reading them out loud.

“‘Equestrian Artifacts and Their Effects,’ ‘Advanced Magical Mishaps’... hmm…” He picked up a book with the title “Transmogrification Troubleshooting for Beginners.” “Think this one will help?”

Twilight nodded. “It’s worth a try! Let’s look through it.”

As they flipped through the pages together, Spike read aloud the passages on magical mishaps. They found a small section on “Mind-Body Swaps,” which described a range of possible causes, including magical crystals, enchanted artifacts, and even rare spells.

“Aha! This sounds exactly like what happened!” Spike exclaimed. “It says here that, in most cases, the effect should wear off within twenty-four hours as long as there isn’t any additional magical interference.”

“Only a day?” Twilight let out a relieved bark—though it sounded more like a whimper. “That’s manageable. We’ll just… have to get through the night.”

Spike gave her a sympathetic look. “It’ll be okay, Twilight. We’ll lay low until it wears off. I’ll just… keep being you, and you keep being me.”

Twilight sighed. “Easy for you to say! You don’t have to deal with these tiny paws and this super-sensitive nose!”

Spike chuckled. “Well, look on the bright side. Now you get to experience life as a dog!” He wagged his tail for emphasis.

Twilight managed a small smile. “I suppose there’s that.”

The rest of the evening was a comedy of errors as they each tried to navigate life in each other's bodies. Spike had to manage Twilight’s usual study schedule and was bombarded with questions from the other girls about Halloween plans, homework, and whether she’d be helping with the haunted house set-up. He did his best to answer without raising suspicion, though more than once he accidentally let slip phrases like “pawsitive” or “bone-tired.”

Meanwhile, Twilight—stuck as Spike—experienced all the little quirks of being a dog, including how every smell seemed amplified a hundredfold. Passing by the cafeteria, she was nearly overwhelmed by the scent of leftover hotdogs and pizza. Then there was the matter of her limited height; she could barely reach tables or even see over counters. Each time she tried to bark or talk, she was startled by her own yapping voice.

At one point, they encountered Applejack, who noticed “Twilight” acting a bit more… energetic than usual.

“Whoa there, sugarcube! Y’all seem extra excited today,” Applejack said, giving Spike a friendly pat on the shoulder.

Spike, trying to stay calm, cleared his throat. “Oh, uh, yeah! Just… Halloween excitement, you know?”

Applejack chuckled. “Well, alright then. Save some energy for the Fright Night activities!”

As the day wore on, they managed to get through their classes without arousing too much suspicion. But the evening’s Halloween party was approaching fast, and they knew they couldn’t avoid everyone forever.

The party began at sunset, with students arriving in all kinds of costumes: witches, werewolves, ghosts, and a surprising number of zombie princesses. Pinkie had outdone herself with the decorations, turning the gym into a haunted mansion complete with cobwebs, spooky music, and bowls of glowing punch.

Spike and Twilight stuck close together, hoping to avoid too much interaction. But as they watched their friends enjoy the Halloween festivities, Twilight felt a pang of regret. This was her favorite holiday, and here she was, stuck in a dog’s body.

Sensing her disappointment, Spike leaned down. “Hey, Twilight. I know this isn’t the Halloween you planned, but look on the bright side. We’re in this together, right?”

Twilight wagged her tail—a habit she hadn’t quite gotten used to. “Yeah, you’re right. At least I’ve got you, Spike.”

As the night went on, they managed to dodge most of their friends, watching the party from the sidelines. Finally, the clock struck midnight, and they both felt an odd tingle—a gentle warmth spreading over them. They exchanged glances, and in an instant, the magic swirled, shifting them back into their own bodies.

Twilight looked down, seeing her hands once more. She let out a triumphant cheer. “We’re back!”

Spike grinned, wiggling his paws in excitement. “Best Halloween ever, huh?”

Twilight laughed, throwing her arms around him. “Maybe not what we planned, but definitely one I’ll never forget.”

As the final song played at the Halloween party, Twilight and Spike rejoined their friends, feeling grateful to be back in their own bodies—and for a Halloween night filled with unforgettable magic and friendship.

Chapter 4

Equestria Girls: Trick or Treat Tales #4 - Full Moon Mayhem

The chill of a late autumn breeze rustled through the trees as Fluttershy made her way along the forest path. She’d come out to the edge of Canterlot Forest to check on a few injured animals she’d been caring for—a small family of raccoons with scrapes from a recent accident. Usually, her friends would come along, but with everyone busy preparing for Canterlot High's Halloween Festival, Fluttershy had assured them she would be fine on her own. The forest was peaceful, and she was perfectly happy surrounded by the soft chirps and rustling of nocturnal creatures.

The full moon was high, casting a silvery glow across the landscape and illuminating her path in a ghostly light. She stopped to listen to the gentle hoots of an owl nearby, a comforting sound in the otherwise quiet night. But as she moved deeper into the woods, a strange sense of unease crept over her, sending chills down her spine. She glanced over her shoulder, feeling like she was being watched.

“Come on, Fluttershy. It’s just the forest,” she murmured to herself, clutching her flashlight tightly. “Nothing to be scared of.”

But just as she said that, a howl echoed through the trees. It was loud, clear, and chilling, echoing across the night air with an eerie, haunting tone that made her freeze in place.

Howl… howl… howl…

She gulped, glancing around nervously. Her mind raced. She’d heard rumors about strange sightings in these woods—shadowy figures, and more specifically, tales of The Wolfman, a mysterious creature that supposedly haunted Canterlot Forest. Some students claimed to have seen it on the full moon, a shadowy figure with glowing eyes and sharp fangs.

Fluttershy tried to shake off the fear creeping into her heart. “It’s just a story,” she told herself, her voice a mere whisper. But as she looked around, the shadows seemed to deepen, taking on shapes that made her imagination run wild.

Another howl split the night, this time closer. She stifled a gasp, instinctively stepping back, her heart pounding. She turned on her flashlight, sweeping it over the trees, but all she saw were shifting shadows and leaves swaying in the breeze.

“Oh… m-maybe I should head back,” she whispered, glancing in the direction of the trail back to the school. But before she could take a step, she caught sight of a movement out of the corner of her eye. She turned, her flashlight flickering, and her breath caught as she saw a pair of glowing eyes in the distance, peering at her from the darkness.

Thud. Thud. Thud. Her heart beat wildly in her chest as the eyes grew closer, accompanied by a low, growling sound.

“Eep!” she squeaked, backing up against a tree. But just as she was about to scream, the eyes blinked, and the figure stepped into the light, revealing a massive wolf with shaggy gray fur, his head cocked curiously as he regarded her.

The wolf’s fierce appearance was enough to freeze her in place. But there was something… different about the way he looked at her. Instead of baring his fangs or growling, he tilted his head to the side, his expression surprisingly gentle.

“Oh… you’re not a monster,” Fluttershy whispered, her fear melting away as she took a closer look at him. The wolf’s eyes, which she’d first thought to be menacing, were actually soft and warm, almost friendly.

Just then, more movement came from the trees, and she found herself surrounded by a group of wolves—large and small, their coats a mix of grays, whites, and browns. They all stared at her, not with the fierce hunger she had feared, but with gentle curiosity, as if they were just as intrigued by her as she was by them.

“Oh my,” Fluttershy whispered, a smile breaking across her face. “You’re… you’re all so beautiful!”

The wolves seemed to sense her calmness, and a few even stepped closer, sniffing her curiously. She knelt down, reaching out a hand, and one of the smaller wolves, a sleek white one, approached her cautiously before nuzzling her palm.

“Aww, aren’t you sweet?” she cooed, petting the wolf gently. One by one, the other wolves relaxed, gathering around her in a gentle circle.

Just as she was beginning to feel at ease, a rustling came from behind her. She turned, and her heart leapt into her throat as she saw a towering figure emerge from the shadows.

It was him.

The Wolfman.

He was tall, with broad shoulders and a thick mane of fur covering his arms and legs, his eyes a piercing gold that glowed in the moonlight. His face, half-hidden in shadow, looked fierce and powerful, with sharp, glinting fangs.

Fluttershy felt her heart stop, but the wolves around her didn’t seem afraid. In fact, they calmly stepped aside, allowing the creature to approach her, almost as if he were their leader.

The Wolfman regarded her, his eyes narrowing slightly, and for a brief, tense moment, Fluttershy wondered if she’d made a terrible mistake. But then, he did something unexpected. He tilted his head, just as the first wolf had, and let out a soft, rumbling growl that sounded more like a… greeting.

“Oh… hello,” Fluttershy managed, her voice soft and tentative. She felt her initial fear fading, replaced by a curious warmth. “Are… are you the leader of this pack?”

The Wolfman gave a nod, then took a step back, gesturing with a sweep of his arm. The wolves responded immediately, lying down around her as if settling in for the night.

Fluttershy’s eyes widened. “You… you’re not a monster at all, are you? You’re just… a friend.”

The Wolfman didn’t speak, but his eyes softened as he looked at her. Slowly, he extended his hand—or rather, his paw—and she reached out, giving it a gentle shake.

“See?” she whispered to herself, her voice barely more than a breath. “Not all creatures are scary.”

The Wolfman let out a deep, approving growl, almost like a laugh, and with a surprising gentleness, he gestured for her to sit. She obliged, settling down on the cool forest floor, surrounded by the wolves who now seemed to treat her as one of their own.

As she sat among them, the full moon above cast a silvery light over the clearing, giving everything an otherworldly glow. The wolves curled around her, some nuzzling her arm, others resting their heads on her lap. She stroked their fur, feeling an overwhelming sense of peace and belonging.

For hours, she sat there, sharing stories and whispers with her newfound friends. She told them about her animal shelter work, about her friends at school, and about her love for nature. The wolves listened, their eyes glinting with a warmth and intelligence that seemed almost magical.

And when the first light of dawn broke through the trees, the Wolfman stood, signaling to the pack. One by one, the wolves rose, each giving her a final, friendly nuzzle before slipping back into the shadows.

As the Wolfman prepared to leave, he turned to her one last time, his gaze filled with a quiet gratitude. He gave her a gentle nod, then disappeared among the trees with his pack following close behind.

Fluttershy watched them go, a smile on her face. She felt a calmness, a connection with the forest she’d never experienced before. The memory of those warm eyes and gentle, welcoming gestures stayed with her as she turned to head back to Canterlot High, the sun rising behind her.

As she walked, she thought of her friends, who would no doubt be waiting for her at school, eager to hear her story. But for now, this magical night was a secret she’d keep close to her heart, a memory to treasure.

And every Halloween after, when she heard the distant howls in the forest, she would smile, knowing her friends—the pack—were there, watching over her.

Chapter 5

Equestria Girls: Trick or Treat Tales #5 - Blood Moon Bedlam

The city of Canterlot had always taken Halloween seriously, but there was one event that outshone them all—the annual Blood Moon Ball. Hosted every October 31st at City Hall, it was an elegant, spooky masquerade that gathered guests from all over. City Hall transformed into a gothic dreamland, complete with chandeliers dripping in cobwebs, walls lined with dark roses, and moonlight streaming through stained glass windows that cast eerie red hues over the hall.

Rarity was practically giddy as she and Applejack approached the entrance, both dressed in costumes they’d worked on for weeks. Rarity wore an intricate Victorian vampire ensemble—a gown of midnight black with a high lace collar, red velvet accents, and a jeweled necklace that sparkled like drops of blood. Her mask was delicate and elaborate, embroidered with intricate silver designs.

Applejack, on the other hand, had chosen a more rustic, yet striking outfit—a cowgirl with a dark twist. She wore her signature hat but added dark feathers and fringe, with a long leather coat and lace gloves that gave her an edgy look. Her mask was simpler, but it suited her perfectly, blending a touch of elegance with her trademark charm.

“Now, darling, remember,” Rarity began, giving Applejack a mischievous look, “we are here to have fun, to dance, and to embrace the glamorous side of Halloween. No mention of hay bales, no boots on the furniture, and definitely no talk of the farm.”

Applejack chuckled, adjusting her hat. “Alright, sugarcube. I reckon I can behave myself, at least for one night. But if they’re servin’ those fancy hors d’oeuvres, don’t be surprised if I sneak a few extra.”

The two girls laughed, stepping through the grand doors and into the lavishly decorated ballroom. Inside, the place was breathtaking. Guests milled about in gorgeous costumes—vampires, phantoms, mythical creatures—each mask more elaborate than the last. The air was filled with the sound of haunting music, as a string quartet played a waltz that echoed through the hall.

Rarity’s eyes sparkled as she took it all in. “Oh, Applejack, isn’t it simply magical?”

Applejack nodded, though her focus was more on the food tables that lined the far end of the room, each stacked with delicate pastries, tiny sandwiches, and bubbling glasses of punch.

“Sure is, Rarity. Magical and mighty fancy.” She offered her arm with a grin. “Shall we?”

They spent the next hour enjoying the festivities, mingling with the other guests, and taking turns on the dance floor. Rarity was in her element, gracefully gliding in and out of conversations with ease, while Applejack did her best to keep up, even if she felt a bit out of place.

The ball was in full swing when suddenly, a gust of cold wind swept through the hall. The chandeliers flickered, and a low murmur spread through the crowd as the front doors burst open. Standing in the doorway was a figure cloaked in shadows, his face obscured by a red-and-black mask, with piercing eyes that seemed to glow in the dim light.

Rarity gasped softly, feeling a shiver run down her spine. Applejack narrowed her eyes, instinctively moving a little closer to her friend.

The figure stepped forward, his movements slow and deliberate. As he reached the center of the ballroom, he raised his arms, his voice echoing throughout the hall.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” he announced with a sly grin, “forgive the intrusion. I am Red Jack, and I’m here to… liven up the festivities.”

With a snap of his fingers, a group of masked figures dressed in red-and-black outfits poured into the room, each wearing a wicked grin. They called themselves the Jack Squad, notorious pranksters who had gained a reputation for causing mischief around Canterlot every Halloween. But this year, it seemed they had planned something far grander.

One of the Jack Squad members—a tall, lean girl with wild pink hair and a toothy grin—tossed handfuls of red confetti into the air, which exploded into glittering sparks that dazzled and disoriented the guests. Another member, a lanky boy dressed as a skeleton, began rearranging the tables, turning them into barricades and pathways that led toward the center of the room, creating a chaotic maze.

Rarity, appalled by the scene unfolding around her, turned to Applejack. “This is outrageous! We simply cannot let these hooligans ruin the ball!”

Applejack clenched her fists, her eyes narrowing. “I couldn’t agree more. I say we show ol’ Red Jack he picked the wrong night for his pranks.”

But before they could act, Red Jack raised a hand, motioning for silence. “Now, now, folks. Don’t be alarmed! We’re just here to have a little fun. Let’s call it… a game.” His eyes gleamed with mischief. “The Blood Moon has special powers, after all, and tonight, we’ll see who’s got the courage to face the unknown!”

With that, the lights dimmed, casting the ballroom in shadows. The only light came from the blood-red moon shining through the windows, giving everything a surreal, ominous glow.

Rarity and Applejack exchanged a glance, their resolve strengthening. “I’ll take the left side,” Applejack said, her voice steady. “You cover the right. Let’s clear this place out.”

As they moved through the chaos, Rarity used her quick thinking and grace to weave between the Jack Squad members, disarming their pranks and distracting them with her words. She spun her way through, using her charm to confuse and delay them, drawing their attention just long enough for Applejack to sneak up from behind.

Applejack, meanwhile, tackled things in her own straightforward way. She used her strength to tip over tables, clearing paths for the other guests to escape. She grabbed a curtain rope and swung across the room, landing with a graceful thud and cutting off one of Red Jack’s followers who had been about to set up another trap.

Red Jack watched their efforts with a bemused expression, his grin growing wider. “Impressive, ladies,” he called out. “But you’ll have to do better than that if you want to keep up with me.”

With a wave of his hand, he summoned more of his crew, who quickly surrounded Rarity and Applejack. The two friends stood back-to-back, eyeing the circle of grinning faces around them.

“You don’t scare us, Red Jack,” Applejack said, her voice low and steady. “Now call off your crew, or we’ll make you.”

Red Jack laughed, a deep, sinister sound. “Oh, I like your spirit, cowgirl. But you’re outnumbered.”

Just then, a voice echoed from the shadows. “She may be outnumbered, but she’s not alone!”

To their surprise, the remaining guests, emboldened by Rarity and Applejack’s bravery, began to step forward, forming a line behind them. Dressed in their costumes, they looked like an army of mythical creatures, vampires, and ghouls, ready to stand up to Red Jack and his Jack Squad.

Red Jack hesitated, glancing around as the guests closed in. Applejack seized the moment, lunging forward and grabbing hold of Red Jack’s mask. With one swift motion, she pulled it off, revealing a young man with a freckled face and fiery red hair that looked more mischievous than menacing.

The room fell silent as everyone stared at him, and for a moment, Red Jack’s confidence faltered.

“Well, would you look at that,” Applejack said, smirking. “All bark and no bite.”

Rarity crossed her arms, giving Red Jack a disapproving look. “I think it’s time you and your little friends made an exit. Halloween is a time for fun, not ruining everyone else’s night.”

Red Jack’s cheeks flushed, but he managed a defiant grin. “Alright, alright, no need to get so serious. We were just having a bit of fun.” He gave a theatrical bow, motioning for his Jack Squad to follow. “Come on, team. Looks like the party’s over.”

The Jack Squad shuffled out, casting a few sheepish glances back at the crowd. The guests watched them go, and as the doors closed, a cheer went up. Rarity and Applejack exchanged a triumphant smile, glad to have restored the peace.

With the troublemakers gone, the ballroom staff quickly reset the tables, and the string quartet resumed their haunting waltz. The guests returned to dancing, and the atmosphere returned to its elegant, magical feel.

Applejack offered her hand to Rarity, her grin playful. “How about one last dance, partner? You’ve more than earned it.”

Rarity took her hand, giving a slight curtsy. “Why, Applejack, I thought you’d never ask.”

As they danced across the ballroom floor, the blood-red moon shone through the windows, illuminating them with a warm glow. The chaos of the night was behind them, and the Blood Moon Ball continued, a night of beauty, mystery, and just a touch of danger—one they would remember for years to come.