Aether request - roseluck and nightmare night


                                            A nightmare night oneshot with Roseluck as the lucky mare of choice. All I know is she's very superstitious (Believes in ghosts, easily scared, etc)


                                            Possible shipping, Anon's been there a few months. Worked with Rose in her flower shop in the beginning, now works with Pinkie or Twilight or something. I usually say 'lucky mare of choice' because that's the mare the story focuses on aside from Anon.


                                            Bonus points, she does like him, but her superstitious nature pisses him off.


                                            >You’ve been in this crazy land of tiny, pastel coloured ponies for a few months now.

                                            >When you first stumbled out of what you now know is called the Everfree Forest, the first pony you saw screamed her head off and ran away shouting about a monster.

                                            >That was Rose. She’s very superstitious and easily scared, which makes tonight, Nightmare Night, a bad time for her.

                                            >Nightmare Night is a lot like Hallowe’en, except one of the leaders of the country eats you if you don’t give her an offering of candy.

                                            >Surprisingly dark all things considered.

                                            >Anyway, somehow landed a job working in a flower shop with Rose, not long after you got settled in to PonyVille.

                                            >You think it had something to do with her sister trying to stop her from jumping to conclusions so quickly, and show her you weren’t a monster.

                                            >That was hell.

                                            >Things got so bad you eventually quit, after having one too many flower pots smashed into your skull.

                                            >You guess you did walk quite quietly, but that was still no reason to cause grievous head trauma with pottery.

                                            >You landed a sweet job at the town bakery, working alongside this hyperactive, pink ball of sugar, known as Pinkie Pie.

                                            >She LOVED Nightmare Night.


                                            >Rose seemed to calm down after you’d quit, she even came by and apologised one day.

                                            >Too bad for her, the Cakes were off looking after their kids, and Pinkie and you were swamped behind the counter, so you didn’t hear it.

                                            >You’d seen her about town now and again, and she’d blush and look away, which you always put down to her feeling like a moron after how she’d acted.


                                            >Back to tonight.

                                            >You’ve seen Pinkie running about with a group of screaming fillies and colts.

                                            >That’s just like her.

                                            >Suddenly, a loud scream pierces the heavens themselves.

                                            >Oh god it’s the end of days.

                                            >Why didn’t you lead a more hedonistic life.

                                            >You didn’t even get to cum inside Rainbow Dash.

                                            >Now she was a sweet piece of flank.

                                            >”OH CELESTIA! GHOSTS! SOMEPONY HELP!”

                                            >Oh nevermind, it’s just Rose again.


                                            >Guess you can at least calm her down, and stop her ruining everyone else’s night.

                                            >Turning the corner you see her cowering behind some barrels.

                                            >You kneel down next to her.

                                            “Rose, what the fuck?”

                                            >”ANON? I SAW SOME GHOSTS!”

                                            “It was just some ponies in costumes.”

                                            >”THEY WERE REAL! I COULD SEE RIGHT THROUGH THEM!”

                                            “It’s Nightmare Night, it’s probably just some unicorn using a spell of some sort.”

                                            >This fucking mare, one of these days...

                                            >”ANON! You have to help me. Get me away from these... THINGS!”

                                            “Ghosts can’t hurt you. Poltergeists on the other hand, now you want to watch out for them.”

                                            >Heh

                                            “Too bad you can’t see them, so I guess you can’t really watch out for them.”

                                            >Now she’s clinging onto your arm, shaking like Rarity’s fun dungeon in the middle of estrus.

                                            >You’ve heard the stories about that place, from some stallions who were unlucky enough to get caught.

                                            >Fortunately, you didn’t turn up in this place until after estrus had passed.

                                            >Weren’t you doing something?

                                            >Oh right, trying to dislodge Rose from your arm.

                                            “Rose. Rose. Rose, can you let go of my arm? I need it for things.”

                                            >”Oh right, yeah. I guess.”

                                            >Her face is brighter than the sun itself.

                                            >What’s her deal anyway?


                                            >...

                                            >She doesn’t?

                                            >Does she?

                                            >Oh god she does, doesn’t she.

                                            >That explains a lot.

                                            >Well she doesn’t have a chance in hell

                                            >You aren’t going to be woken up at three in the morning to wails of terror emanating right next to your ear drums.

                                            >The only wailing is going to be from crazy mares in the throes of ecstasy.

                                            >Hey there’s an idea, gotta get laid on Nightmare Night.

                                            >Maybe you could fuck Princess Luna. That’d be one hell of a catch.


                                            >”Uh anon? You alright? You’ve been sitting there for a while now not moving.”

                                            >Why can’t you keep to one train of thought.

                                            >Wonder if they have train sets here.

                                            “Yeah listen, I have to go over there and do some things. See you later.”

                                            >”Oh, alright then.”

                                            >She sounds downtrodden.

                                            >What a shame.

                                            >Where’s Moonbutt.

                                            >”SILENCE, YOU UNGRATEFUL WHELP!”

                                            >Found her.

                                            >You walk up to her, with a pocket full of cool.

                                            “Hey Princess, how’s your night going?”

                                            >”Anonymous, the human. Hello.”

                                            >Ice cold, just how you like it.

                                            >”My night is going well.”

                                            “May I congratulate you one another wonderful night sky? I’ve always loved the night, much more peaceful than during the day.”

                                            >”Really? Someone appreciates my night?”

                                            “Well it’s hard not to, when you do such a good job.”


                                            >Is she?

                                            >Wow that was easy; she’s already going in for a kiss.

                                            >Guess a thousand years of solitude can make a mare desperate.

                                            >Well, better get this show on the road if you want to bang her.

                                            >Leaning forwards, your lips about to touch, when suddenly

                                            >”ZOMBIES!? SOMEPONY HELP ME!”

                                            >Are you fucking kidding me?

                                            >”What was that?”

                                            “Just ignore it Princess, it was nothing.”

                                            >”If one of my subjects requires assistance, I must render aid in any way I can.”

                                            >She flies off.

                                            >Fucking Rose.

                                            >Hope she doesn’t wake up tomorrow.