>It’s Nightmare Night.
>Some sort of a pony holiday, similar to Halloween back home.
>You are in your SUPER-AWESOME suit of FUCKING BATMAN
>'Yeah, I’m Batman.'
>This costume could have some breathing room for your boys down there.
>Why must Rarity make it so tight?
>That crazy mare and her fetishes.
>You fix your balls into position, trying to level them out in the stretch.
>You then realize you were in the town square.
>Ponies everywhere, staring at your left hand in your crotch.
>Goddamn.
>You are hot.
>So goddamn hot.
>You pull out, and prance around as if nothing was going on.
>Some ponies laugh at you, while some avoid you.
>Your super-tight latex suit won’t stop squeaking.
>At least Rarity got the cape right.
>Hey, what do you know, you’re right in front of her.
“Rarity! There you are!”
>She turns to you almost immediately.
>She’s wearing some Victorian era costume.
“What are you, exactly?”
>”Me? I’m queen-“
>Yeah, not interested.
>Rarity drifts off, and her gaze slowly lowers to your crotch.
“Hey. HEY.”
>You snap your fingers, catching her attention.
“Eyes, up here.”
>She blushes.
>”I’m sorry Anonymous, I was just checking the stitches and-“
“I CAN’T LIVE WITH YOU OBJECTIFYING ME!”
>You shout, and run away crying like a bitch.
>Well, you thought you were crying.
>Until your left nuts started to hurt like hell.
>You scream, and you fall to the ground, clutching your nuts.
>The pain is unbearable.
>You quickly squeeze your hand into your tight pants, and waggle your nuts about.
>Perhaps wearing your usual attire under the suit wasn’t a great idea.
>It takes about five minutes to get yourself comfortable again.
>You finally stop squirming on the ground, and look up.
>Then you rip off the goddamn costume.
>That piece of fetish equipment cost you millions of your unborn children.
>You tear it off quite easily, actually.
>It was stretched enough.
>You sigh in relief, as your jims are free to hang around.
>Featherweight, a small colt, comes over and hands you a small picture.
>Ah, you wonder what that little spy has now-
>Your face goes pale.
>It is a picture of you, about few minutes ago, on the ground.
>You can only make out the fact that your face contorted into some sort of pure ecstasy.
>And with your hand in your pants…
>Let’s just say you now understand why masochists exist.
>You slowly face the little colt, giggling to himself.
“Hey, faggot.”
>He looks up to you, and snaps another picture.
>You lean in closer, with a manic grin.
“You better start running.”
 
>You never liked photographers.
>OH LOOK DERP I CAN POINT AND CLICK
>So you thought about strangling one many times.
>You had your episodes.
>As you pass through the crowds of ponies, chasing that little runt, you have never been more determined.
>You are going to punt that fucker.
>You frantically look around, trying to spot the damned colt.
>He had his nut kicking coming.
>Well shit, looks like you lost him.
>Come on Anon, think.
>Brown mane.
>Brown... Brown...
>Come on it can’t be that hard-
>THERE HE IS
>You push through the crowd.
>There’s that succulent ass, ready for kicking.
>You slowly rear back your leg, aimed at the fucker’s fanny.
>You then let out a massive swing, and the hit connects.
>You hear a loud smack and the colt goes flying.
“HOW’S THAT FOR ACCURACY?”
>You watch the colt fly, proud of your work.
>Wait.
>You didn’t know he was wearing a costume!
>Oh, that fucker is smart.
>You don’t even notice the blue alicorn behind you.
>Something sharp jabs at your head, and you instantly recoil.
“Hey! What’s the de-“
>Shit.
>You are facing the princess of the night, quite fuming.
>”May we ask you why you kicked our friend?”
>That horn looks dangerous.
>And its pointed right at your dumb face.
“Friend? Hell, that Featherweight got no friends, no sirrie.”
>Luna pauses for a while, as her starry mane dances behind her.
>”Featherweight? That was Pipsqueak!”
>Oh dang.
>Her horn glows.
>”You should be punished for such actions!”
“Yeah, not happening.”
>You gently push away the horn from your face, aiming at something less endangered.
>Luna seems taken back by your actions.
>Time to nope outta here.
“Nope.”
>”Huh?”
>Your arms go up to your chest.
“NOPE.”
>You start to frolic sideways, while shaking your arms.
“NOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPE”
>As you make your hasty escape, you don’t forget to make constant eye-contact.
>You then take a sharp turn, and run like hell.
 
>Luna stood there, fazed.
>What the heck just happened?
>She saw the strange human kick her friend, and he dances away?
>As Anon took his turn, she could have swore she heard him scream.
>Then, she saw Pipsqueak, slowly limping to her.
>His legs tremble, and he falls to the ground.
>”Princess? My peepee hurts.”
>Luna gasped, and tried her best to help the colt.
>Which was to shout.
>”A COLT IS HURT, WE REQUIRE IMMEDIATE ASSISTANCE!”
>Soon, several nurses came over and took Pipsqueak away as he started to cry.
>”This is the worst nightmare night ever.” he sniffles, trying to feel for his wound.
>Luna freezes at the word.
>Anger boils within her.
>It is her special day…
>And this human ruined it.
>Her wings flare out, and her eyes begins to glow.
>Luna then realized what is happening, but it was too late.
>Darkness swirls over her, forming her armor.
>Her coat instantly stained to black.
>Her calm, starry mane changes to rippling, nebulae-like substance.
>Her iris shrinks, forming a slit.
>She is…
 
>Night Mare Moon.
 
>You finally find the fucker, and grab him tight.
“So, you thought you could escape me, huh, you prick?”
>He squirms in your grasp.
>You throw his fragile body upwards, and rear up your kick.
>This will be worth the trouble.
 
>Featherweight closed his eyes.
>Soon, it would be all over.
>It was just a joke…
>He hears a swoop, and something fast passes him.
>Then he hears a Wilhelm scream.
>The scream echoes off.
>The colt trembled, as his days came to an end.
>But… no final blow.
>He then felt the ground.
>Still, no pain.
>He finally opened his eyes, to find the human was gone.
>He blinked, and could barely make out your flying figure far off.
 
“HOLY SHEEEEEET”
>You scream from the top of your lungs, as two powerful forelegs hold each of your arms.
>You see the tiny fucker get smaller, and smaller.
>No…
>You wanted to kick him so bad.
>You try to find balance, but hey, you’re flying.
>You can hear the strong flap of the wings, flared above you.
>Your hair pokes at the stomach of whatever is holding you up.
>You try to move your arms, but they are locked in a tight grasp.
>Man, whatever this was, it was strong.
>You notice the legs curled around your arm.
>You turn your head, and see hooves.
>So, a Pegasus?
>You hear a giggle from whatever is holding you.
>You move your head again, and more laughter.
>”S-stop it!” You can hear it say.
>Confused, you turn around more.
>Damn, your hair is ruined by this pegasus.
>Speaking of which, you slowly turn up your head backwards, to try and get a glimpse of your captor.
>You can make out the dark coat, and some helmet that covered her snout.
>You lift your legs up and grip it around the Pegasus, trying to gain ground.
>Oh, that was real funny, Anon.
>Gain ground.
>You arms turn inside the grip, and you embrace its body.
>To be fair, this Pegasus was pretty big.
>You hold on, locked into an upside-down hug.
>Your movements cause the Pegasus to giggle more.
>From the sound of it, it’s a mare.
>And it would seem she’s very ticklish.
>Your captor finally looks down on you, annoyed.
>”I would like it if my prisoner didn’t squirm too much.”
>Her voice is very authoritative.
>Is that a horn?
>Another of those alicorns?
“What? You mean, like this?”
>You start tickling the body with your fingers.
>Superior manual dexterity!
>She starts giggling again, and her flight starts losing balance.
>And you know how that will end up.
>Splat.
>You stop, and so does her laughs.
>She finally retains her focus, and flies straight.
>”I SAID-“
>You trail down lower, maybe she has a sweet spot.
>I'm sorry, what were you saying?
>You move a finger.
>She freezes, and her wings flare up.
>Then the two of you shoot straight up.
>She can barely contain her laughter.
>As the two of you went higher, you notice a ripple on the alicorn’s face.
>She stops her laugh, and gasps.
>Suddenly, the alicorn ‘pops’ into another.
>She has a light phthalo blue coat, for instance.
>Wait, is that a word?
>Her mane is considerably shorter, with its light azure color.
>You find yourself staring into her cyan eyes, and her to yours.
>She gasps, and her eyes go wide.
>And then her wings close.
>As her mane bounces up, you feel the feeling.
>You know when they say ‘your stomach drops’?
>They really meant it.
>You feel your heart sink as you fell to the earth.
>Of course you screamed like a girl.
>The alicorn did it too.
>You grit your teeth, as the two of you tumbled out of the sky.
>You couldn’t focus, with all of the screams from two sides.
>Think fast, Anonymous.
>Wait.
>The tickling.
>You reach down to the spot again, and move a finger through it.
>Just a finger.
>She squeaks, and her wings flare up.
>Acting like a parachute, the wings take the two of you up-
>And then down slowly.
>You barely hold onto your sweets as your brain tries to balance itself.
>The world is spinning.
>You can’t help but to hold on tighter, your body was practically frozen.
>You finally felt the leaves, the soft-
>And then, a sharp pain rings out.
>Everything goes black.
 
>Luna drifted back to the ground wordlessly, with the human.
>He held onto her tight, and for some reason, she did too.
>Her wings throbbed.
>She couldn’t contain her blush.
>He touched her there…
>The human is looking around frantically, not noticing her.
>As they near the ground more, Luna can spot a forest.
>The human splits through the leaves.
>And then a branch shoots out to his head.
>Looks like he curved the short one too much.
>He yelps, and goes limp.
>His sudden jump startles Luna, and her wings close.
>With that, the two of them fall again.
>Luna can only scream once, as she lands.
>Well, the human landed.
>Luna looked around.
>She was on a large branch.
>At least she was safe, back on the ground.
>The human’s grip loosened, as his strange limbs dangled on the edges of the branch.
>Luna tried to let go, but her shock made her cling onto tighter.
 
>You feel woozy, as the world shakes around you.
>”Human?”
>You can hear a distorted voice.
>It sounds feminine, and familiar.
>It sounded like-
>LUNA!
>You jump up, trying to avoid your certain death.
>At least you can die tired.
>But your escape is met with a soft obstacle.
>It’s quite nice on your lips, it’s velvety and-
>Your eyes go wide.
>Luna is frozen in her place, staring at you in horror.
>You pause as well, not sure what to do.
>Then slowly, you pull away, parting the lips.
>You can see the shade of red forming on either side of her snout, as her cyan eyes are still focused to you.
>You try to say something, but your lips are locked.
 
>You just kissed the moon princess.