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.
!highlight!>Hope she doesn’t wake up tomorrow.