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>Day number of the beast in Equestria.

>You are Anonymous.

>And you are sweating.

>A lot.

>Your shirt sticks to your skin and you reek worse than Dash after one of her work-outs.

>Or just like Dash in general for that matter.

>Seriously, that mare needs a bath.

>Unfortunately, your dislike of Rainbow's natural odor only distracts you from the load on your back for a short while.

>You groan as you begin to march uphill.

"Fucking ponies," you mutter to yourself.

>"Did ya say somethin', Anon?" a southern drawl asks.

"No, AJ. Wasn't me."

 

>"Oh, Anonymous, dear, I'm certain if I speak for all of us when I thank you for carrying our camping gear."

"Yeah... sure... whatever, Rarity," you pant in between raspy breaths.

>Half of the stuff on the cart you were pulling belonged to Fashion Marshmallow herself.

>Why couldn't they all just pack like you?

>Two bottles of cheep booze and a pillow.

>Seriously, it's a camping trip...

>What else could you possibly need?

>You keep marching deeper and deeper into the forest with Rainbow Dash leading the way.

"Are... we... there yet...?" you wheeze out.

>Your throat was dryer than the Sahara dessert or whatever equivalent these ponies had for it.

>"No, we're almost there, dude," Dash replies, swooping in the air and fluttering right in front of you, almost as if to mock you.

>You throw her your dirtiest glare but considering the fact that you're baring a lot of resemblance with a tomato right now, it probably didn't came across as intimidating as you were hoping for.

 

>Luckily enough, Cyan Speedy was right and after about five minutes of marching through hell, you finally reached the campsite.

>An open clearing, right next to a stream of water.

>You drop the cart with a precise amount of zero fucks given.

"Unload it yourself, I'm going to sit in the creek for a bit."

 

>You take of your shoes and step into the water.

"AAahhhhhh~"

>You let out a content sigh as the cool water flows past and underneath your aching feet.

>The water barely reaches your knees, so you decide to sit down in the stream for a moment and catch your breath.

>Not even half a second after you had made yourself comfortable, an ear-piercing shriek reverberates through the entirety of the forest.

>"ANONYMOUS! What do you think you are doing?! Those are silk shorts and I'll have you know that―"

>You dunk your head under water, literally drowning out Rarity's whining.

>You could not deal with this right now.

"Goddamn ponies," you curse them once more, safe under the embrace of the water.

>A couple of bubbles filled with profanity make their way to the surface.

>When you burst through the surface of the water again, Rarity had already stopped her complaining.

>You thank whatever god is looming over you for that.

>Probably Celestia.

"Thanks Sunbutt, I owe you one," you say, giving the sun a wink.

>"Gosh darnit, Anon, will ya stop talking to yerself already?"

>Oops.

>

 

>A few hours later, you were all sat around a campfire.

>As cliches order you to do so, you were all roasting marshmallows on a stick.

>And sloshing booze.

>You were all doing that as well.

>AJ and RD were already leaning against each other for support and Rarity had a faint blush on her cheeks.

>You look at her.

>Then at the stick she was holding.

>Then back at her.

>"Anonymous, dear, whatever is *hic* the matter?" she asks with a bit of a slur in her voice.

"I... I don't know. I-Isn't this like cannibalism to you?" you ask, already too far gone to care about social restrictions.

>Heh, as if you had them in the first place.

 

>She looks at you, confusion clearly readable on her face.

>"Is this one of your human things again, Anon?"

"Yeah, sure, let's call it that."

 

>"Alright, you guys," Rainbow suddenly speaks up, "I've got an idea."

"Hope you didn't hurt yourself to much with that."

>You look to your side to see Rarity having trouble to contain her snickering.

>"Oh haha, hilarious, Anon. No, really, we're not just going to sit here and drink all night, are we?"

"I dunno, that sounds pretty good to me... What'd you had in mind, Speedy?"

>"Legend has it that this very forest is the home of an ancient spirit..." she begins her tale.

"Ooh! Spooky stories, count me in! Alright Dash, show me what you've got," you say before taking a large gulp from your bottle.

>"Okay then," she smirks, "I hope you've brought some fresh underwear, Anon."

>"This is the tale of the Headless Horse."

 

>"This story goes back a long, long time. Over a thousand years ago, when Nightmare Moon was still on her rise to power."

>"Back in those days, a village used to stand on this very forest."

>"A village like any other. It might as well have been Ponyville for that matter..."

>"Princess Luna had grown sick and tired of people worshiping her sister and completely neglecting her efforts."

>"And she was not the only one... Hushed whispers traveled through the town of p0nies gathering at night."

>"Nobody knew what they were doing, but it couldn't be any good."

>"What could be happening at those gatherings that they required the veil of darkness to cover them?"

>"And so, one night, the loyal subjects of the solar princess decided to stay awake throughout the night to see if any of the rumors were true."

>"Hours and hours of observation had passed and nop0ny had seen anything unusual."

>"All, but one."

>"A stallion, who's name now long lost in the ages, saw dimmed light burning through the windows of a house on the edge of the town."

>"He know he should go alert the rest of the town about this, but his curiosity got the best of him."

>"And so, he sneaked towards the house and listened to the voices through the window."

>"And the things he heard..."

>"The rumors had spoken of groups of p0nies worshiping the night but what he heard was far, far worse..."

>"Inside, plans were being discussed about how they would assassinate the princess of the day and how the night eternal could begin."

>"His devotion towards the solar ruler got the best of him and he stormed into the house."

>"He was outnumbered and overpowered but he did not go down without a fight."

>"He bucked and he bit and he struggled..."

>"He did all that lied within his reach to stop the heresy."

>"And not without success."

>"When they finally were able to tie him down, they all looked down on the body of a unicorn with a shade of dark blue."

>"The silence that hung in the air did not bode well..."

>"A soft muttering began among the group of night-dwellers and though he could not hear what was being said, the tone in which they spoke was undeniable the same."

>"Fear. They were terrified. Whether it be of the stallion himself, or of what he had done, he did not know."

>"But they were absolutely struck with a paralyzing fear."

>"After a while of hushed muttering, eventually one of them spoke up saying that "she would tell her"..."

>"Not a minute after that, a piercing light filled the room."

>"The princess of the night herself had come to witness the sights."

>"When she saw the body of the stallion lying in a puddle of blood, she broke down in hysterical sobbing."

>"Some say the pleadings sounds of her weeping would be enough to drive any being insane."

>"The stallion that had been struck was no less than royalty."

>"It is said, that on that night, just for the tiniest of moments, the moon itself turned jet black."

>"Some are still convinced that that was the very moment were Princess Luna lost herself and turned into Nightmare Moon."

>"Mad with the grief of her lost lover, the Princess lashed out her anger on the stallion."

>"She buried her horn through his skull and tore of his head and in his last moments of consciousness, he heard himself being cursed."

>"UNTIL THOU COMPLY TO NIGHT ETERNAL, THOU WILL SUFFER AN ETERNITY OF DAMNATION! I BOUND THEE TO THIS VILLAGE, OH MORTAL ONE, UNTIL THY LEARNED THE GRIEVE WE WILL LIVE THROUGH UNTIL THE END OF TIME!"

>"And so, the legend of the headless horse came to be."

>"The clopping of his hooves loudly resounding through the streets at night, desperately looking for a place to come to rest..."

"Wait... That's it? For real? That's a little kids' tale, Dash. If that's true, why doesn't Luna just lift the curse now?"

>"Yeah, pffft," she blows a raspberry, "as if you've got anything better..."

>You intertwine your fingers and loudly crack the joints.

"Well alright then, Dash, because you asked so politely I'll tell you a real horror story..."

 

"Once, there was a man... uhm, a pony, yeah..."

"Once, there was a pony hiking through the woods, who, after a long day walking, was in the middle of an immense forest. One much like this."

"It was getting dark, and he had lost his way hours ago. So, he decided to just keeping walking in one direction hoping to come across a road or something."

"After what seemed like hours, he came across a cabin in a small clearing. Realizing how dark it had grown, he decided to see if he could stay there for the night."

"He approached, and found that the door was left unlocked. Nobody was inside. The hiker lied down on the single bed, deciding to explain himself to the owner in the morning."

"As he looked around the inside of the cabin, he was surprised to see the walls adorned by several portraits, all painted in incredible detail."

"Without exception, they appeared to be staring down at him, their features twisted into looks of hatred and malice. Staring back, he grew increasingly uncomfortable."

"Trying his best to ignore the many hateful faces, he turned to face the wall, and exhausted, he fell into a restless sleep."

>You halt a bit, building up a dramatic pause.

"The next morning, the pony awoke — he turned, blinking in unexpected sunlight."

"Looking up, he discovered that the cabin had no portraits."

"Only windows."

>"Pfffftt, t-that's it? That wasn't scary, Anon," Dash boasts.

"Really? Why is your wing wrapped around AJ, then?" you chuckle.

>She blushes deeply, quickly retracting her wing from AJ's back.

 

>AJ stands up and stretches out.

>"Alright y'all, ah'm calling it a day here."

>Dash quickly follows in her wake.

>"Yeah, I'm going to hit the hay too. C-Can I crash in your tent, AJ?"

>"As long as ya don't snore too much, sugarcube..."

>And with that, the party of four had halved in size.

"So, just you and me left, Marshmallow."

>"You know, Anon..."

>She scoots right next to you and gazes at you with half-lidded eyes.

>"I really didn't like you ruining those shorts I made for you..."

>She puts one of her hooves on your upper leg and softly begins stroking it up and down.

>"Perhaps you should take them off so I can inspect them for damage..."

>Her hoof now comes dangerously close to your private area.

>Your member was already fully prepared for action.

>You'd never considered Rarity to be the one for a quick tumble in the hay but you weren't about to complain...

>Quickly, you rise to your feet and pull down your pants, exposing yourself to the fashionista.

>Her horn shimmers as she levitates the shorts off.

 

>Then she turns around and walks closer to the fire.

>"Hmmm, the fabric seems fine and my stitching of course—"

"Ahem," you cough, trying to regain her attention.

>She turns around, now face to face with your throbbing manhood.

>You waste no time and grab her muzzle, placing it over your erection.

>She looks up at you in shock with your member still firmly placed in her mouth.

>Then she shrugs and begins to bob her head up and down.

"Aw yeah, gurl"

 

>Today was a 'went better than I expected this morning' day.

And from a distance, a pair of red eyes watched the two lovers indulge in their primal urges.

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