The Cries and Whispers Nightmare Night Special

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>It’s Nightmare Night in Ponyville, and you are one little scaredy-Pegasus at the moment.
>Anonymous has been trying to convince you to go outside for the past hour and a half,
>but you’ve never gone out to Nightmare Night in your life, much less in… costume.
>A remote-controlled plug is humming away deep inside you,
>a black, slender cat tail protruding from it and swishing around.
>Your normal tail is bound up against your side,
>hidden underneath a skirt that reveals the plug’s tail while hiding its source;
>a matching black blouse covers the rest of your body,
>and your thigh-high stockings are capped with fabric paws.
>A pair of black cat ears complete the ensemble.
>Master is adorned in a faded brown duster going down to his ankles;
>a simple shirt, pants, and heavy, faux-leather boots has transformed him into something he calls a ‘bounty hunter’,
>the coat and shoes courtesy of Rarity, though your own costume was tailor-made in Canterlot for the occasion.
“…oh, but what if somepony were to play a prank on us, Master?”
>”I’ve already told Rainbow Dash to leave you alone.
>Frankly, she was shocked to hear you’re coming in the first place.”
“But I don’t wanna…”
>Anon smacks his forehead. “It’s fun! It’s just ponies having a fun time, a costume party.
>Yeah, there are pranks, and Princess Luna shows up to spook everyone,
>but that’s all just part of the fun, Fluttershy.”
>If this was a normal day, you’d follow his command without question,
>and he would impose his will like any good Master.
>…but Nightmare Night is different,
>stressful enough to you that neither of you even pretended to invoke your Master and slave situation.
“Fun? Yeah, maybe for Applejack or Pinkie Pie, but I’m a scaredy-pony, I can’t – “
>Three solid raps on the door interrupt your freak-out.
“GAH!”
>You hide behind Anonymous, quaking in fear as he shakes his head and walks to the door.
>You see three young ponies at the door, who chant something you can’t quite hear.
>Master looks back at you.
“Fluttershy, come on! It’s the, uh… Crusaders.”
>You peek out from behind a couch, and sure enough, three fillies are standing on your doorstep,
>decked out in white tunics and tin chainmail, and holding out pails for candy.
>Anon tosses a few candies into each of the buckets,
>and Scootaloo sees you from in front of him.
>”Hey, Fluttershy!” They all step inside, and Anon closes the door.
“Oh, um, nice costumes, girls.”
>”Thanks! Now we’re really the Cutie Mark Crusaders!”
>Their enthusiasm is adorable, and your apprehension melts away for a moment,
>as you examine the cutely amateurish armor tailor-made for each of them.
>”Are you gonna go trick-or-treating, Fluttershy?”
“Uh… well…”
>Anon gives you a glance as the three knights stare at you eagerly.
“Sure.”
>”You’re coming with us??”
>”Uh, girls, give us a few minutes to get ready.”
>The Cutie Mark Crusaders depart, and you steel yourself for what you’re about to do.
***
>Just because you’re both outside doesn’t mean she isn’t panicking.
>As you walk along the empty trail to Ponyville behind the Crusaders,
>Fluttershy clings to your back, forelegs wrapped around your neck.
>If those paws were real, you’d have scratches all over yourself by now,
>and you imagine you look pretty foolish.
>Ponyville proper is done up fabulously; cobwebs and jack o’ lanterns on every doorstep,
>and the Nightmare Night Festival in the center of town is bustling with activity.
>”D-do we really have to go into town, Anonymous?”
“Of course, Fluttershy. And get down, you’ll attract even more attention if you’re stuck to my back.”
>She reluctantly floats to the ground, a quite convincing scaredy-cat in her paws, ears, and tail.
>Hmm… speaking of which, you know a good way to distract her.
>Reaching into your coat, you turn up the dial on a remote to its medium setting.
>”Ah! A-Anon… please… not right now…”
>She’s grimacing in a rather provocative fashion, so you relent, switching her vibrator to its lowest setting.
>”Thanks… Um, so what – AAAAAH!”
>”Heya, Fluttershy! Never seen you out for Nightmare Night before!”
>A very convincing zombie Pinkie has bounded up in front of you,
>and your Fluttercat, after a short spook, is quickly working to calm herself.
>”Um… Anonymous brought me. So, Pinkie, what do you usually do on Nightmare Night?”
>”Well, I like to go trick-or-treating with the kids, but most people just enjoy the festival.”
>Pinkie’s hair is a sickly, frazzled yellow, and her entire coat has been painted green for the occasion.
>The best part, at least to you, is the fake cute mark of a brain on her flank, the only pink left on her body.
>”Oh, oh, oh! And at the end, everyone visits the Nightmare Moon statue,
>where we offer some of our candy so Nightmare Moon doesn’t EAT US!”
>A loud, booming crackle of thunder roars through the street, Fluttershy and Pinkie alike scurrying off in fear.
“Rainbow Dash, god damn it, I told you not to scare Fluttershy tonight!”
>”Heh hah hah… oh wait, that cat was Fluttershy? You really dragged her out here?”
>The Pegasus bitch has recycled her Shadowbolt costume,
>and is continuing the dubious tradition of scaring the crap out of people.
“Yes, and you probably just ruined all of that with your stupid cloud.”
>”Eh, she really needs to lighten up sometimes. See ya, cowboy.”
“I’m a bounty – oh, never mind.”
>You stomp off in the direction you saw Fluttershy fleeing;
>between two well-decorated haunted houses, she’s curled up on the ground, all her fears come true.
“Shy, are you okay?”
>She’s trembling just slightly; you kneel down and hug her.
>”I-I’m okay…” She turns up at you, tears in her eyes. “Why did Dash do that…”
>You pull her extra-close, your coat trailing for a few feet along the trash-strewn alley.
“She was just being a jerk. It won’t happen again.”
>”You promise?”
“I promise, Fluttershy.”
>…
>This is quite a secluded alley. Perhaps Fluttershy could use something to calm her nerves.
>You pull her into a kiss, before slipping your hand down her skirt.
>”Mmm!?”
>You’ve gotten quite good at this over past few months;
>your fingers brush over her thin, virginal slit,
>and Fluttershy’s cries of alarm melt into a moan as you begin to tease her button,
>jilling off your cute little black cat in the cool evening air of Nightmare Night.
>Oh, that reminds you.
>You find the knob on her vibrator remote and turn it up, the tail plug buzzing along in her ass quite powerfully,
>and in no time, your insistent, practiced handjob brings Fluttershy to an ecstatic peak.
>You did have the good sense to cover her mouth first; she can be quite… expressive, when you’re pleasuring her.
>”…thanks, Master.” Shy steals another quick kiss.
“You feeling better?”
>”Yeah. We can go.”
***
>It was with some trepidation that you stepped out into Ponyville’s main boulevard,
>trotting alongside Anonymous to see the attractions on display.
>Though some of the costumes still put you on edge, you must admit it’s nowhere near as bad as you’d worried –
>if anything, the low, constant hum of the plug in your butt is a bigger cause for concern.
“Ooh, what’s that?”
>A booth catches your eye – “Hit The Bottles And Win A Prize! (No Magic)”
>On a shelf above the Pegasus operator lie a row of ghoulish teddy bears and plush, skeletal donkeys.
“Anon, can we play that, please?”
>”Sure thing.”
>The sign says three bits for three balls, and as Anon gives the pony his fee,
>a bucket of average baseballs is dropped in front of you.
>”You wanna try it?”
“Um…”
>You look down at your ‘paws’.
“These cat paws could make it hard…”
>”Well, try just one.”
>You nod, taking one of the balls and aiming it as best you can at the milk bottles lined up in a pyramid.
>Just as you make your pitch, a frantic vibration in your ass sends the ball careening off course.
“Anonymous!”
>Your mischievous Master is snickering with his hands in his pockets.
“You better win me something, mister.”
>He rubs your head. “Okay, sweetie. What do you want?”
“Hmmm…”
>You scan the stuffed animals – Nightmare Night-themed creatures of every shape and size,
>and eventually you come upon a strange and cute hybrid:
>a small black cat with fangs, bat wings, and blood-red eyes.
>You point it out to him.
“Could you win me that vampire kitten thing?”
>”Sure.” Anon grabs a baseball, focusing on the triangle of bottles,
>and sends it rocketing through the booth, smashing the pyramid apart in less than a second.
>”Uhh… congratulations, sir. What would ya like?”
>”I’ll have that vampire cat up there.”
>The Pegasus floats up and retrieves it, handing it to you as a reward for Anon’s victory.
>”I’ve never seen a stuffed animal like that. It’s cute.”
“Yeah… people must make them special for Nightmare Night.”
>The festival is in full swing, and as you amble through it, recognizing all your friends at attractions and booths,
>Anon takes a special interest in a curious attraction manned by none other than…
>Applejack?
>”Hey, y’all! You make a mighty fine cowboy, ‘Nonymous.”
>She waves you over, the brambles and leaves of her intricately-crafted full-body costume
>resembling some strange botanic abomination.
>”I’m actually a bounty hunter, but I guess I should just accept a complement, huh?”
“AJ… what are you supposed to be?”
>”Ah’m a timber wolf, ‘a course. Say, ain’t seen you around Nightmare Night before, Shy.”
“It’s my first time… Anon brought me out.”
>”Well, good to have ya, kitty cat.”
>”Say, is this a strength test game?”
>”Yep. Uh… wait a minute, it’s built for ponies…”
>Anon brushes off her concerns, dropping five bits into a payment jar and grabbing a rubber-headed mallet.
>”Don’t hit it too –“
>Your Master slams the target, sending the weight rocketing up to the bell so fast it cracks the thing.
>”– hard. Gosh darn it, I knew that would happen.”
>”I’ll pay for any damages later, Applejack. Fluttershy, you wanna check out…”
>”Woo! Nightmare Moon time! Let’s go, kids!”
>Your master is interrupted by Zombie Pie ushering a group of kids toward the edge of town.
>”I guess it’s time for everyone to head to the statue.”
>Oh, no. Please don’t ask.
>”You wanna go check it out?”
>You feel a bit light-headed at the moment.
“Um… do we have to…?”
>”It’s a Nightmare Night tradition. We don’t have any candy,
>but we can still go see Luna’s transformation with everyone else.”
>That’s what you were worried about.
“I… I don’t think that’s… well, if you really want to, sure.”
>You press close to your Master as you head down the trail to the Everfree Forest,
>frightening in its own right, and you can’t tell if your quaking is from fear,
>the pleasurable vibration of your ‘tail’, or both.
>You never much liked Luna…
>You ESPECIALLY didn’t like Nightmare Moon…
>Oh god, why are you doing this!? Why do these ponies WANT to be scared!?
“Aahhh! Anon, please, please please please can we go home…”
>You’re making a bit of a scene, though anyone who knows you can’t really be surprised if they think about it.
>”Shy… I just want to make your first Nightmare Night special.”
“Yeah, okay, it’s been special, it’s been great, just… please not Nightmare Moon!”
>If you weren’t quaking in fear at your Master’s feet, you’d see him frowning in a wistful sort of sympathy.
>”I think I know another way to give you a special night.”
>Almost before you can process it, you’re swept up into his arms,
>cradled like a baby as you clutch your stuffed vampire kitten.
“Oh thank you, I just wanna –“
>Anon waits until you’re out of sight of the procession, and strides into the thick brush of the Everfree Forest.
“Gah! What are –“
>A firm hand clasps over your mouth.
>”You know, you can be quite a talkative pony sometimes.”
>Diving deeper into the forest, Anon comes across a small clearing,
>and lays you down on your butt against a tree. The tail presses uncomfortably into you.
>”Now, Fluttershy, please trust me to take care of you. I want you to not say a word. Do you understand?”
>You nod your head, and his hand is removed from your mouth…
>…to reach into his pocket and turn up your butt plug to its maximum setting.
>”I’ve always wanted to do this in the woods.”
>Anonymous spreads open your hind legs and lifts up your skirt,
>diving in headfirst and latching his mouth onto your slit.
>You nearly strangle your stuffed cat in an effort to keep from squealing,
>the wonderful pleasure on your ass and pussy is nearly too much to bear.
>Anon doesn’t waste time, either, latching onto your clit and fondling it with care and attention;
>your constant, low-level arousal through the night hits its second peak,
>and you convulse in ecstasy against the hard bark of an Everfree oak.
>The buzzing in your butt subsides, and Anon climbs up from the ground.
>”It’s a good thing your costume is black.”
“Y-you’re the one who did this twice.”
>”I can’t help myself, sometimes.”
>You rise to your hooves, happily walking back to the trail and the short distance to your cottage.
***
“So, Fluttershy, how was your first Nightmare Night?”
>”Kinda scary, Master. Sorry about Nightmare Moon…”
“I understand.”
>You slip out of your coat, throwing it over the back of the couch.
>”I just can’t wait to get out of this costume –“ Shy motions to slip off a stocking,
>but you place a hand on her shoulder.
>”Huh?”
“Leave it on for the night.”
Fin

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>It’s Nightmare Night in Ponyville, and you are one little scaredy-Pegasus at the moment.
>Anonymous has been trying to convince you to go outside for the past hour and a half,
>but you’ve never gone out to Nightmare Night in your life, much less in… costume.
>A remote-controlled plug is humming away deep inside you, 
>a black, slender cat tail protruding from it and swishing around.
>Your normal tail is bound up against your side,
>hidden underneath a skirt that reveals the plug’s tail while hiding its source;
>a matching black blouse covers the rest of your body, 
>and your thigh-high stockings are capped with fabric paws.
>A pair of black cat ears complete the ensemble.
>Master is adorned in a faded brown duster going down to his ankles;
>a simple shirt, pants, and heavy, faux-leather boots has transformed him into something he calls a ‘bounty hunter’,
>the coat and shoes courtesy of Rarity, though your own costume was tailor-made in Canterlot for the occasion.
“…oh, but what if somepony were to play a prank on us, Master?”
>”I’ve already told Rainbow Dash to leave you alone.
>Frankly, she was shocked to hear you’re coming in the first place.”
“But I don’t wanna…”
>Anon smacks his forehead. “It’s fun! It’s just ponies having a fun time, a costume party.
>Yeah, there are pranks, and Princess Luna shows up to spook everyone,
>but that’s all just part of the fun, Fluttershy.”
>If this was a normal day, you’d follow his command without question,
>and he would impose his will like any good Master.
>…but Nightmare Night is different, 
>stressful enough to you that neither of you even pretended to invoke your Master and slave situation.
“Fun? Yeah, maybe for Applejack or Pinkie Pie, but I’m a scaredy-pony, I can’t – “
>Three solid raps on the door interrupt your freak-out.
“GAH!”
>You hide behind Anonymous, quaking in fear as he shakes his head and walks to the door.
>You see three young ponies at the door, who chant something you can’t quite hear.
>Master looks back at you.
“Fluttershy, come on! It’s the, uh… Crusaders.”
>You peek out from behind a couch, and sure enough, three fillies are standing on your doorstep,
>decked out in white tunics and tin chainmail, and holding out pails for candy.
>Anon tosses a few candies into each of the buckets, 
>and Scootaloo sees you from in front of him.
>”Hey, Fluttershy!” They all step inside, and Anon closes the door.
“Oh, um, nice costumes, girls.”
>”Thanks! Now we’re really the Cutie Mark Crusaders!”
>Their enthusiasm is adorable, and your apprehension melts away for a moment,
>as you examine the cutely amateurish armor tailor-made for each of them.
>”Are you gonna go trick-or-treating, Fluttershy?”
“Uh… well…”
>Anon gives you a glance as the three knights stare at you eagerly.
“Sure.”
>”You’re coming with us??”
>”Uh, girls, give us a few minutes to get ready.”
>The Cutie Mark Crusaders depart, and you steel yourself for what you’re about to do.
***
>Just because you’re both outside doesn’t mean she isn’t panicking.
>As you walk along the empty trail to Ponyville behind the Crusaders,
>Fluttershy clings to your back, forelegs wrapped around your neck.
>If those paws were real, you’d have scratches all over yourself by now,
>and you imagine you look pretty foolish.
>Ponyville proper is done up fabulously; cobwebs and jack o’ lanterns on every doorstep,
>and the Nightmare Night Festival in the center of town is bustling with activity. 
>”D-do we really have to go into town, Anonymous?”
“Of course, Fluttershy. And get down, you’ll attract even more attention if you’re stuck to my back.”
>She reluctantly floats to the ground, a quite convincing scaredy-cat in her paws, ears, and tail.
>Hmm… speaking of which, you know a good way to distract her.
>Reaching into your coat, you turn up the dial on a remote to its medium setting.
>”Ah! A-Anon… please… not right now…”
 >She’s grimacing in a rather provocative fashion, so you relent, switching her vibrator to its lowest setting.
>”Thanks… Um, so what – AAAAAH!”
>”Heya, Fluttershy! Never seen you out for Nightmare Night before!”
>A very convincing zombie Pinkie has bounded up in front of you,
>and your Fluttercat, after a short spook, is quickly working to calm herself.
>”Um… Anonymous brought me. So, Pinkie, what do you usually do on Nightmare Night?”
>”Well, I like to go trick-or-treating with the kids, but most people just enjoy the festival.”
>Pinkie’s hair is a sickly, frazzled yellow, and her entire coat has been painted green for the occasion.
>The best part, at least to you, is the fake cute mark of a brain on her flank, the only pink left on her body.
>”Oh, oh, oh! And at the end, everyone visits the Nightmare Moon statue,
>where we offer some of our candy so Nightmare Moon doesn’t EAT US!”
>A loud, booming crackle of thunder roars through the street, Fluttershy and Pinkie alike scurrying off in fear.
“Rainbow Dash, god damn it, I told you not to scare Fluttershy tonight!”
>”Heh hah hah… oh wait, that cat was Fluttershy? You really dragged her out here?”
>The Pegasus bitch has recycled her Shadowbolt costume, 
>and is continuing the dubious tradition of scaring the crap out of people.
“Yes, and you probably just ruined all of that with your stupid cloud.”
>”Eh, she really needs to lighten up sometimes. See ya, cowboy.”
“I’m a bounty – oh, never mind.”
>You stomp off in the direction you saw Fluttershy fleeing;
>between two well-decorated haunted houses, she’s curled up on the ground, all her fears come true.
“Shy, are you okay?”
>She’s trembling just slightly; you kneel down and hug her.
>”I-I’m okay…” She turns up at you, tears in her eyes. “Why did Dash do that…”
>You pull her extra-close, your coat trailing for a few feet along the trash-strewn alley.
“She was just being a jerk. It won’t happen again.”
>”You promise?”
“I promise, Fluttershy.”
>…
>This is quite a secluded alley. Perhaps Fluttershy could use something to calm her nerves.
>You pull her into a kiss, before slipping your hand down her skirt.
>”Mmm!?”
>You’ve gotten quite good at this over past few months;
>your fingers brush over her thin, virginal slit, 
>and Fluttershy’s cries of alarm melt into a moan as you begin to tease her button,
>jilling off your cute little black cat in the cool evening air of Nightmare Night.
>Oh, that reminds you.
>You find the knob on her vibrator remote and turn it up, the tail plug buzzing along in her ass quite powerfully,
>and in no time, your insistent, practiced handjob brings Fluttershy to an ecstatic peak.
>You did have the good sense to cover her mouth first; she can be quite… expressive, when you’re pleasuring her.
>”…thanks, Master.” Shy steals another quick kiss.
“You feeling better?”
>”Yeah. We can go.”
***
>It was with some trepidation that you stepped out into Ponyville’s main boulevard,
>trotting alongside Anonymous to see the attractions on display.
>Though some of the costumes still put you on edge, you must admit it’s nowhere near as bad as you’d worried –
>if anything, the low, constant hum of the plug in your butt is a bigger cause for concern.
“Ooh, what’s that?”
>A booth catches your eye – “Hit The Bottles And Win A Prize! (No Magic)”
>On a shelf above the Pegasus operator lie a row of ghoulish teddy bears and plush, skeletal donkeys.
“Anon, can we play that, please?”
>”Sure thing.”
>The sign says three bits for three balls, and as Anon gives the pony his fee, 
>a bucket of average baseballs is dropped in front of you.
>”You wanna try it?”
“Um…”
>You look down at your ‘paws’.
“These cat paws could make it hard…”
>”Well, try just one.”
>You nod, taking one of the balls and aiming it as best you can at the milk bottles lined up in a pyramid.
>Just as you make your pitch, a frantic vibration in your ass sends the ball careening off course.
“Anonymous!”
>Your mischievous Master is snickering with his hands in his pockets.
“You better win me something, mister.”
>He rubs your head. “Okay, sweetie. What do you want?”
“Hmmm…”
>You scan the stuffed animals – Nightmare Night-themed creatures of every shape and size,
>and eventually you come upon a strange and cute hybrid:
>a small black cat with fangs, bat wings, and blood-red eyes.
>You point it out to him.
“Could you win me that vampire kitten thing?” 
>”Sure.” Anon grabs a baseball, focusing on the triangle of bottles,
>and sends it rocketing through the booth, smashing the pyramid apart in less than a second.
>”Uhh… congratulations, sir. What would ya like?”
>”I’ll have that vampire cat up there.”
>The Pegasus floats up and retrieves it, handing it to you as a reward for Anon’s victory.
>”I’ve never seen a stuffed animal like that. It’s cute.”
“Yeah… people must make them special for Nightmare Night.”
>The festival is in full swing, and as you amble through it, recognizing all your friends at attractions and booths,
>Anon takes a special interest in a curious attraction manned by none other than…
>Applejack?
>”Hey, y’all! You make a mighty fine cowboy, ‘Nonymous.”
>She waves you over, the brambles and leaves of her intricately-crafted full-body costume 
>resembling some strange botanic abomination.
>”I’m actually a bounty hunter, but I guess I should just accept a complement, huh?”
“AJ… what are you supposed  to be?”
>”Ah’m a timber  wolf, ‘a course. Say, ain’t seen you around Nightmare Night before, Shy.”
“It’s my first time… Anon brought me out.”
>”Well, good to have ya, kitty cat.”
>”Say, is this a strength test game?”
>”Yep. Uh… wait a minute, it’s built for ponies…”
>Anon brushes off her concerns, dropping five bits into a payment jar and grabbing a rubber-headed mallet.
>”Don’t hit it too –“
>Your Master slams the target, sending the weight rocketing up to the bell so fast it cracks the thing.
>”– hard. Gosh darn it, I knew that would happen.”
>”I’ll pay for any damages later, Applejack. Fluttershy, you wanna check out…”
>”Woo! Nightmare Moon time! Let’s go, kids!”
>Your master is interrupted by Zombie Pie ushering a group of kids toward the edge of town.
>”I guess it’s time for everyone to head to the statue.”
>Oh, no. Please don’t ask.
>”You wanna go check it out?”
>You feel a bit light-headed at the moment.
“Um… do we have to…?”
>”It’s a Nightmare Night tradition. We don’t have any candy, 
>but we can still go see Luna’s transformation with everyone else.”
>That’s what you were worried about.
“I… I don’t think that’s… well, if you really want to, sure.”
>You press close to your Master as you head down the trail to the Everfree Forest,
>frightening in its  own right, and you can’t tell if your quaking is from fear, 
>the pleasurable vibration of your ‘tail’, or both.
>You never much liked Luna…
>You ESPECIALLY didn’t like Nightmare Moon…
>Oh god, why are you doing this!? Why do these ponies WANT to be scared!?
“Aahhh! Anon, please, please please please can we go home…”
>You’re making a bit of a scene, though anyone who knows you can’t really be surprised if they think about it.
>”Shy… I just want to make your first Nightmare Night special.”
“Yeah, okay, it’s been special, it’s been great, just… please not Nightmare Moon!”
>If you weren’t quaking in fear at your Master’s feet, you’d see him frowning in a wistful sort of sympathy.
>”I think I know another way to give you a special night.”
>Almost before you can process it, you’re swept up into his arms,
>cradled like a baby as you clutch your stuffed vampire kitten.
“Oh thank you, I just wanna –“
>Anon waits until you’re out of sight of the procession, and strides into the thick brush of the Everfree Forest.
“Gah! What are –“
>A firm hand clasps over your mouth.
>”You know, you can be quite a talkative pony sometimes.”
>Diving deeper into the forest, Anon comes across a small clearing, 
>and lays you down on your butt against a tree. The tail presses uncomfortably into you.
>”Now, Fluttershy, please trust me to take care of you. I want you to not say a word. Do you understand?”
>You nod your head, and his hand is removed from your mouth…
>…to reach into his pocket and turn up your butt plug to its maximum setting.
>”I’ve always wanted to do this in the woods.”
>Anonymous spreads open your hind legs and lifts up your skirt,
>diving in headfirst and latching his mouth onto your slit.
>You nearly strangle your stuffed cat in an effort to keep from squealing,
>the wonderful pleasure on your ass and pussy is nearly too much to bear.
>Anon doesn’t waste time, either, latching onto your clit and fondling it with care and attention;
>your constant, low-level arousal through the night hits its second peak,
>and you convulse in ecstasy against the hard bark of an Everfree  oak.
>The buzzing in your butt subsides, and Anon climbs up from the ground.
>”It’s a good thing your costume is black.”
“Y-you’re the one who did this twice.”
>”I can’t help myself, sometimes.”
>You rise to your hooves, happily walking back to the trail and the short distance to your cottage.
***
“So, Fluttershy, how was your first Nightmare Night?”
>”Kinda scary, Master. Sorry about Nightmare Moon…”
“I understand.”
>You slip out of your coat, throwing it over the back of the couch.
>”I just can’t wait to get out of this costume –“ Shy motions to slip off a stocking,
>but you place a hand on her shoulder.
>”Huh?”
“Leave it on for the night.”
Fin

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