Here's my first CYOA for Flutterrape, warts and all, which ran from Halloween, 2018 until December fifteenth.
Thanks to all the Anons in the thread who played.


>Today is Halloween
>Or Nightmare Night, if you're some kind of pony-loving heathen who wants to piss off the pagan gods
>To cool people, it's Halloween
>You're at home, which is decorated to the nines in all kinds of awesome Halloween stuff
>There's cobwebs in the corners, a spooky pony skeleton on the porch, rats running around on the floor
>You didn't clean your house for the entire month leading up to this day
>All the squalor just helps make everything look spookier
>You look at that window Rainbow Dash crashed through weeks ago
>She accidentally cut herself on a jagged piece of broken glass and it sliced some important artery in her thigh
>It left a monster of a blood puddle
>Yeah, never cleaned that up
>Now it's all rusty-looking, and the smell of it makes you want to vomit
>It's fucking perfect
>You've also got your Metal Machine Music album playing on the speakers outside
>It alternates along with David Parker Ray's audio tape
>Yeah, you'll be surprised if anyone is brave enough to come up to your door
>Especially these wimpy ass ponies
>But hey, if they don't, then more candy for you
>There's a blood-curdling scream from outside
>'No, not the bees! Not the bees! AAAAAAAA!'
>Yeah, that's your doorbell for this evening
>Can't believe you already got a trick or treater
>You wonder if they were able to avoid those bear traps you hid on your walkway
>They're pretty cute; you painted them to look like little werewolves fangs were biting you
>Well, you can't hear any screaming, so that's a good sign they missed them
>Grab your candy bowl and head to the door
>Stop before opening it
>It'd be pretty fun to scare whoever is at your door
>And all those blood capsules you swallowed earlier feel like they're coming back up on you
>You could totally vomit blood on them
>Man, that'd be an awesome Halloween prank, bro
>Stop before pushing your finger down your throat
>Then again, maybe they deserve their candy
>Your house is pretty bad ass, so whoever this is must have some serious balls
>That deserves some candy, right?
>Hmm, blood or candy?

what do?
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I'm gonna say go with the candy.

Throw up blood on the kiddos after giving the candy, then have Frank Reynolds offer a boiled egg during this trying time.
[spoiler]The Frank thing is optional[/spoiler]

Pelt their asses with Heath bars as soon as the door opens. The holiday spirit knows no mercy
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>Alright, you know what, it's Halloween, the coolest of all holidays
>And you're cool
>R-Right?
>Yeah, give 'em some candy
>The Dude Abides
>Look down at your candy bowl
>Well, you could give 'em a Reeses, but you really like those
>And of course, you have to keep a Kit Kat for yourself
>Maybe not those M&M's either
>You start picking through the bowl
>Look at the scanty pickings that's left
>Tootsie Rolls
>All of it, Tootsie Rolls
Hope this fucker likes Tootsie Rolls. Oh, wait . . .
>Almost gave 'em some Heath bars
>Nah, those are yours too!
>Open the door
>See it's Fluttershy
>Your asshole clenches in fear
>She smiles, showing off some little plastic fangs
>Fuck, that's cute, mang
>Wait, no it's not! Fuck you!
>This horse is evil right at your doorstep
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j1yorTL1B1w
>She holds out her bag
>"Um, trick or treat, smell your feet, give me your big dick to e--"
>Slam the door in her face
>No way you're dealing with that hot mess on this most holiest of days
>Hear her knock on the door
>"Um, you're supposed to give me treats, preferably cummies!"
Fluttershy, go away!
>"But that's not how this works! Flutters wants her--"
>Turn up the volume all the way on Metal Machine Music
>Hear a thump
>Look out the window
>Fluttershy is down and seems to be having a seizure on your front step
>You smile
>That is such a bad ass addition to your spooky decorations
Keep it up, Fluttershy!
>You don't think she heard you; there's tears in her eyes and her face is all red
>All of a sudden you hear something coming from your kitchen
>Sounds like rustling
>Some mom shows up with all her little kids
>She looks pissed
>"What is that awful noise you're playing! It's disturbing the entire neighborhood!"
>One kids starts crying
>"Mommy, my ear hurts!"
>See a little trickle of blood drip out from his ear
>This triggers a rumbling in your gut
>Burp a gnarly burp
Oh God . . .
>Feel blood coming up
>You aim for the bitchy mom
>Just then mom holds the kid in her arms, trying to soothe the little one's pain
>Projectile vomit a mixture of blood and chunks of undigested Reeses all over the little tyke
>Everyone blinks in sync, probably from shock
>Hear something heavy tumbling down the stairs
>A big fat dude breaks through your stair's railing and crashes into the small blood-soaked crowd
>He knocks them over like pins
>He's bald and fat and reeks of booze, even with all the blood in the room
Holy shit, it's special guest star Danny DeVito!
>Try to help him up
>He fights you the entire way, muttering something about 'fags under the bridge trying to steal my crabs!'
>Finally get his wobbly ass up
What are you doing here, Danny?
>He looks at you incredulously through his busted glasses
>"Who the fuck is Danny? I'm Frank Reynolds to this generation!"
>Poor guy
>That's not the booze but the senility
>Kind of a buzzkill
>Start pelting him with Heath bars
>Hit him in the nose with one
>"Ow! What the shit?! Fine, just take it!"
>He reaches into the front of his pants
>Pulls out a boiled egg with pubes stuck to it
>Tosses it at your feet
>Dude, that's gross
>Wait, you got to get him to sign that shit
Sir, sign my egg!
>"Get that faggot shit out of my face!"
>He pushes you out of the way and then stumbles over to the door
>He throws it open and starts screaming about wanting to find a luau
>Another angry mom who was going to come complain sees this and wisely turns herself in the opposite direction
>Danny trips over Flutters, awakening her from her trance
>They stare at each other in amazement
>He wipes some spit off his mouth
>"You're not the broad I stole from Charlie last night!"
>"You aren't half as attractive as I thought all other humans would be!"
>Flutters then looks over at you firmly
>In a burst of super human strength you pick up the defiled family and drop them on top of her
>She struggles under the pile of puke, blood and bodies
>"This isn't over!"
Yeah, it is.
>Slam the door
>Man, Danny DeVito
>Not even gonna wonder how he ended up here
>This Halloween rocks
>Hear a scream from outside
>"Ow! Mommy, it's got my leg!"
>"Oh, sweetie, the wound is too deep. We're going to have to cut it off!"
>Woah! You gotta see that
>Look out the window
>See Fluttershy has escaped
>Oh boy
>Suddenly hear some thumping coming from the kitchen
>Hear a chainsaw start up
>Wait, what?
Okay, Flutters, that's too . . .
>See Fluttershy is trying to come through the busted window
>She freezes upon seeing that she's caught
>She smiles in fear, then accidentally cuts her cheek on some glass
>Okay, wait, if she's there
>Then who's in the kitchen with Dina, and with a chainsaw!
>You might need some help with this one; it could be some Resident Evil 4 shit
>Then again, Fluttershy's presence can only cause problems
>And you've got your Leon impression down pretty good
>'Better try an old trick cause that one's getting old!'
>Classic final boss quote
>Okay, chainsaw fight, or Fluttershy?

what do?
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Deal with Shyhorse.

Lie to flutters so that she helps in the chainsaw fight
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>Come to think of it, that chainsaw dude always killed you whenever you played those levels
>Better get Flutters to help
>You can run away while she's busy being cut up
>Go over to Fluttershy
>She sees you coming and panics
>"Wait, don't push me out, my leg is caught in the glass!"
>Grab her by the mane and pull her inside
>Throw her on the ground
>She looks down at her leg and sighs in relief when she sees it isn't harmed
>"How did you know I wouldn't get cut the other way?"
Uh . . .
>"Oh, you just knew somehow, my hero! You didn't want to see me hurt so you pulled me in."
>She flies up into your arms
>Just then a pony, with a dirty burlap sack on its head, lifts a chainsaw up over its head and comes running out from the kitchen on its hind legs
>You throw Fluttershy before its hooves
Kill her first!
>"Wait, what! Oh my goodness!"
>The pony trips over Fluttershy
>The chainsaw flies out from its hooves and goes somersaulting through the air towards your pants
>It just slightly brushes against the front of your zipper before it comes clattering down onto the ground
>Pick up the chainsaw and head towards the masked pony
>Fluttershy glares up at you
>"I think we need to have a serious talk about the implications of what you just did."
Make it wait. I want to know who's really behind this.
>Lift the mask off the pony
>A bunch of orange and black confetti bursts up into your face
>Fall backwards
>The chainsaw falls on top of your chest
>Man, that thing could have killed you twice already!
>Get up and throw it out the fucking window
>Turn around and see the masked killer, who is now Pinkie Pie, frowning at you
>"Aw, why'd you do that? Now how am I going to carve my erotic Jack o Lanterns of you?"
Pinkie, what the actual fuck were you thinking coming at me with . . .
>Wait, did she just say--
>"Erotic Jack o Lanterns of hot monkey cock!" Fluttershy says, her eyes lighting up
>Pinkie brings the both of you in your kitchen, where she was carving pumpkins for some reason
>There's pumpkin goop, wet newspapers and empty cans of Red Bull everywhere
Pinkie, what the hell? You're cleaning this mess of yours up before you leave!
>"This stuff was already here, though."
. . . Oh, yeah. This is my stuff. Looks good, right?
>"It's amazing!" Fluttershy says; but she's staring at a pumpkin of you railing Pinkie in the ponut
>There's also a pumpkin depicting your crotch in a very surprising, and disturbing, level of extreme detail
>Yeah, how in the hell does Pinkie even know about that ingrown hair?
>You have to have a serious talk with that mare
>Fluttershy grabs the mating pumpkin
>"These are so good that I'd buy them. How much do you want?"
>Pinkie looks at her firmly
>"Two hugs, and that's my final offer."
No fucking way!
>You kick them apart before they can start any of that gay ass friendly pony shit
Pinkie, we need to have a serious talk about the costs included in using my likeness to sell erotic Jack o Lanterns.
>"Got it," she says. "I'll give you three hugs, but that's my--"
Pinkie, no! God, what is wrong with you silly ass horses?
>"It's Nightmare Night," she replies. "You're supposed to be silly, silly."
Why?
>"Because it's more fun!"
The time for fun is over, and the time for business is now.
>Fluttershy suddenly flies into the kitchen, looking exhausted
>Look for the pumpkins
>Both of them are gone already
>"I'm ready to pay now, Pinkie."
>Now she's hugging Pinkie
>"Okay, that's a start," Pinkie says, giggling as they part.
>She opens up her arms again
>"But I still need one more!"
Filthy ponies, hugging right in front of me.
>"Is hugging your fetish?" Fluttershy says
>You glare at their gesture of closeness, a desire to separate them overcoming you
>Goddammit, where's that chainsaw?
>Oh, right, you threw it out the window
>There's a scream from outside
>''Ah! They're in my eyes! My eyes! AAAAAAA!'
>Huh, a new trick or treater
>Look to your door, then at Fluttershy and Pinkie
>But these filthy ponies are still hugging
>You can't let them ruin your Halloween with their stupid happiness
>But then again, someone is at the door
>Ruining happiness, or trying to create your own . . .

what do?
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Answer the door, it's not like Ponk or Flutters will actually get up to anything.

I think we oughta create our own
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>Like, why is Fluttershy even out tonight, though?
>Okay, fine, you'll leave them to their stupid hugs
>You've got souls to terrify
>With a malevolent grin, you grab your candy bowl and head to the door
Hope you like Tootsie Rolls, because that's all you shall receive.
>Try to do your best evil Vincent Price laugh
>Cough up a little blood
>Wipe it off your chin with your sleeve
>Look at the small stain on your sleeve
Damn, Halloween is serious business.
>Open the door to find Twilight, who's dressed up as Albert Einstein
>You told her he was a powerful Earth wizard
>Which actually isn't true at all, considering what a chad he actually was
>You giggle to yourself, remembering your little joke
>Twilight jumps, like she just noticed you
Sheesh, Twi, did my evil laugh scare ya?
>"Sorry," she says, blushing.
>"I was distracted by your interesting choice of"--she forces a couch--"decoration."
Oh, yeah, I totally get it. My house is awesome.
>"It certainly is messy," she says, peering past your legs to look inside
>See that the awesomeness of your house is giving her her OCD sweats
>Step to the side
You want to come in and--
>"YES!" she says, pushing you out of the way
>She immediately starts sorting shit
--Check out my awesome decorations . . .
>Look at your doorstep
>See she dropped some stuff
>Looks like her notepad, and some kind of spooky looking book
>The book looks like that one from Evil Dead
>You recognize the notepad, it's her mobile journal
>You picked it up off her library desk once and read some of it
>You would not believe how good Twilight is at drawing dicks
>And just horse dicks either, but dicks of all kinds and colors
>You somehow were able to tell which dicks belonged to Minotaurs and which were Yak dicks and which were dragon dicks just by her talent alone
>And it had to be her talent, of course
>Cause you've certainly never looked at any pictures of other species' dicks on your own
>That would be so weird
>You'd never do that
>Never
>Not even if the library did have tons of books about that sort of thing for some reason
>Anyway, Twilight was really ruining your decorations
>You should probably stop her
>But first, what's with this book?
>Pick it up and look it over
>Huh, no title
>Just a cover that kinda feels like living skin
>Oh, wait, the title is on the spine
>'Spooky Spells'
>Oh man
>Open it up and read it
>The pages make a sound almost like a grim sigh as you flip through them
>You ignore it
>After a while you shut the book
>It was all in some weird language you can't read
>But Twilight can definitely read it
>And she could probably make your house extra spooky by using some of the spells in it
>But first, you want to see if she drew any more dicks in her journal
>It's perfectly normal to be interested in that, right?
>Pick up the journal and flip to the latest page
>See she's drawn a new dick
>Your dick
>It's the exact same drawing Pinkie had carved earlier
Okay, what the fuck?!
>"Hey!"
>Oh shit, that was Twilight
>You throw down both her journal and the spell book, then flip around to face her with an innocent grin
>She stares firmly at you
>"Okay, I saw you were looking at something of mine."
>She picks them both up and holds them before you
>"Now, were you looking at my spell book, or snooping through my journal?"
Uh . . .
>Okay, you kind of want to confront her about that really detailed drawing of your dick
>You'll admit, it isn't normal to be so interested in a drawing of a dick like that
>No, wait, yeah it is, seriously, why the fuck does she have that?
>Then again, she might not make your house spookier if you agitate her like that
>And you pretty much need to fix the mess she made
>Like, she even turned off Metal Machine Music and started playing something else
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-1dSY6ZuXEY
>You don't like it
>It's existentially terrifying in a way that Metal Machine Music is not
>Like, are skeletons real, or are really just all alone in this world?
>You really need to stop reading all those skeleton conspiracy theories when it's late at night
>Some things are still taboo, even on Halloween
>Anyway, should you choose your dick or a spell that will make things spooky again?

what do?
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Spooky spell, we can ask about dicks later.

Get her to use her magic to summon up those demons, distract her from your admiration of different specie's dicks.
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>You know what, it's not like she's the only pony that's obsessed with your dick
>Fluttershy comes out from the kitchen, covered in pumpkin goop
>"Oh, Twilight, I'm glad you're here. I want you to come look at the Jack o Lantern that Pinkie and I are working on."
>Case in point
>While she's distracted you yank the spell book out from her magical grip
>It feels abnormally cold, like death
>Like, now that you're holding it again, you notice that you can actually see your breath right now
>This book must really be awesome
>"Oh, so you were looking at my spell book?" Twilight says, breathing a sigh of relief
>You narrow your eyes at her just for a moment
I know your secret, Spergle.
>"Huh?"
I said how could I resist with a title like Spooky Spells.
>"Well, you were talking so much about how you wanted to make your house scary for Nightmare Night--"
Halloween.
>"Whatever. Anyway, I thought I would bring this over to help give you some ideas."
>Yeah, on the night of
>Thanks a lot
Only one problem with that, I can't read whatever crazy pony language this is in.
>"Uh, you mean cursive?"
Is that some kind of magic term or something?
>"Nevermind. Here, let me show you some stuff I already found."
>You flip to a random page
>And bam! Picture of a horned goat devil, staring you right in the face and everything
>Totally looks like it could be on the cover of a Slayer record
>Point it out to Twilight
I want this spell.
>As her eyes scan the page, going further and further down, her wince stretches until it becomes a full blown look of panic
>"Uh, i don't think I should do this one."
Aw. You ain't scared, are you?
>"We're talking about dangerous magic here."
Baby's gonna cry.
>You press your cheek against hers, pinch your face into a weepy expression and begin wiping away imaginary tears
Is the big bad alicorn pwincess afwaid of a wittle spell?
>She purses her lips
>"I'm not doing it."
Come on. Einstein would do it.
>"Einstein could also destroy planets, according to you."
>Fluttershy looks over your shoulder
>"Oh, I don't know, Twilight, I'm sure he's a much nicer goat than he looks."
You just want to see his dick, don't you?
>"No."
>"Maybe."
>"What are we talking about?" Pinkie says. "Oh, and Einstein definitely had heat vision."
>Twilight slams the book shut
>"Look, I won't do it and place all our lives in danger."
Would you rather we talk about your little drawing of me?
>Twilight scrunches her muzzle
>"You did look in my journal!"
Why are you shouting at me?! I should be shouting at you!
>"I was just copying the design you had outside already."
>Wait, what?
>Fluttershy bites her lip nervously
>"Um, Twilight . . ."
>Oh hell no
>Look out your window
>See both of those Jack O Lanterns Pinkie made have been on your porch this entire time
>There's even a third one of you getting it from behind
>By Fluttershy!
>With a strap on!
>A strap on of your own dick!
>Trick or treaters are coming up to beginning of your path, seeing this and then moving on to the next house
>Well, except for the dog that just came by and took that fake leg you placed in one of the bear traps
>Wait, you never had any fake leg decorations
>Suddenly Fluttershy throws herself in front of the door
>"Please don't destroy them!" she pleads to you. "They're a part of me!"
And which part would that be?
>Cross your arms, waiting for her response
>She starts sweating and looking round the room
>"Um . . . my heart?"
Wrong answer.
>"No, I meant my loins! Ah!"
>Pick her up and ready your foot for the ol' cunt punt
>"No, please, I'll do anything!"
>Yeah, you've heard that before
>Wait
>Pick her up and hold her close to your face
>Stare firmly into her eyes
Anything?
>She steals a kiss
>Well, it's more like she bites your lips and then starts licking you all over
>Yeah, that one was kind of on you
>Should've known better than to hold her that close
>Hold her at arm's length this time
Okay, if you want to save your pumpkins, then go do that spell I want.
>She nods eagerly and you let her go
>Twilight scoffs
>"That's ridiculous, you have to be a unicorn if you want to--"
>Fluttershy starts breaking apart Twilight's neat little piles of your decorations
>She throws items randomly over her shoulder and to the center of the room
>Twilight looks on in horror
>"Fluttershy, stop! I had those all in a--no, don't touch that! Ack! I can't look anymore!"
>She covers her eyes
>Watching this display, Pinkie's entire body begins vibrating with excitement
>"I want to help too!"
>She picks up a big plaster eyeball and throws it at the wall, shattering it into a dozen pieces
>Then she grabs your favorite lamp off your nightstand and starts beating it against the floor
>"Yeah! Rock and Roll, every pony!"
>Fucking Ponk
>Fluttershy finally finishes throwing things and begins arranging a lot of your spooky decorations on the floor
>She makes some weird circle with them
>Then she turns to you
>"I need more blood!"
But you're already covered in blood.
>"I need more!"
>With supernatural speed, she flies up to you and rams her tongue down your throat
>You can feel her licking your tonsils
>Oh God why
>You were pretty sure you'd never have to get those things removed until now
>You projectile vomit blood all over her and she leans back and takes it all, basking in it
>Then she goes back to the circle and begins chanting:
>"Arise, Chicken! Arise!"
>Nothing happens
>Pinkie even stops from crushing the last broken pieces of your lamp and looks around expectantly
>Eventually, you shrug
Okay, so now what?
>Fluttershy timidly raises her hoof like she's in class
>You sigh
Yes, Fluttershy?
>"We could kiss again."
No.
>"Oh."
>She folds her ears
>Pinkie looks at Fluttershy, then at you; and she raises her hoof
No, we're not doing this. Put your hoof down and just tell me what it is.
>"Has any pony seen Twilight?"
>You all notice that Twilight has disappeared
>You all look the room over but can't find her
>"She even left her dick journal behind," Pinkie says, while flipping through its pages. "Wow! What a monster!"
>"Let me see it," Fluttershy says.
>"Uh, it's there," Pinkie says, pointing towards the stairs.
>Upside down and backwards, Twilight comes crawling down the stairs
>An otherwordly scream comes from her mouth when it opens, showing off bloody jagged teeth
>She twists her head around until she's looking out at you three from beneath the arched bridge of her back and shoulder
>Then this plays
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2RicaUqd9Hg
>Her normally purple eyes turn red as a black aura surrounds her enlarged pupils
>A demonic voice, which seems not to come from her but from within the all-surrounding freezing air of the room, booms in your ears:
>"I'll drag you all to hell, by your dicks!"
>Just then all the lights short out, and you can hear Twilight crawling around on the floor
>Oh bugger
>Turn to Fluttershy
You're a terrible friend for doing this to her.
>At least that skeleton song isn't on anymore

well now she's possessed by some kinda dick demon
what do?
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I WOULD say hide your dick in Fluttershy or Pinkie, but they'd love that too much. Try and sedate the dick devil with Twilight's dick drawings.
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>"Here," Pinkie says, "we can use these for light!"
>She brings in the--Jesus Christ, the fucking erotic Jack o Lanterns
Seriously?
>Just then Twilight jumps in your face for a spooky jump scare
Ah! Fuck!
>Fall backwards
>Twilight steps on top of your chest and laughs demonically
>"Looks like I spooked you!"
I was just startled. Jump scares are cheap!
>"How's this for cheap?"
>Devil Twi crawls down to your crotch
>She presses her nose against your bulge for a sec before retracting and saying:
>"Boop!"
>You get an insta-boner
>It comes up so strong that it snaps right through your zipper
>Fluttershy stares at it in amazement
>Then, tears in her eyes, she turns towards the demon
>"Why couldn't you have taken me?!"
>"Quiet!" Demon Twi says, shaking the entire house with her powerful voice
>You try to get up
>Flaming skeleton arms shoot up from the ground and surround you
>They hold you down
>But they don't burn at all
>Huh, that's nice
>Demon Twi looks down at you and licks her fangs
>"Now you're getting the succ."
>Okay, a blowjob from an all-powerful dick demon
>might be cool, right?
>She opens her mouth
>It expands and becomes a tunnel of sharp teeth, all of them jutting forward and back in stabbing motions
>Well, it sounded nice before that
>She begins lowering the veritable pencil sharpener towards your cock
>Shut your eyes
>Feel your cock get engulfed
>Huh, feels good
>Open your eyes
>Fucking Fluttershy has deepthroated you
>Demon Twi is looking down at her; she seems slightly amused
>She gags and moves her mouth a little
>And there's her teeth scraping the bottom
>Not sure if this is better right now
>Demon Twi appears at Fluttershy's shoulder
>Fluttershy gives her the stink eye and gags again, as if to say that she's willing to fight
>You twitch inside her mouth, reminding you that you have the weirdest boner right now
>Then Demon Twi starts rubbing the back of Fluttershy's head
>"Well, if you love his dick that much, then you can die by it!"
>She pushes Fluttershy even further down on your dick, all the way to the pelvic bone
>You can feel she's choking; her throat is practically strangling half of your length
>She manages to look up at you from where she's pressed and her eyes are red and teary
>Fuck, such a weird boner right now
>And where the hell is Pinkie during all of this?!
>She appears just then with the dick journal
>"Hey, Scary Twily, check these out!"
>Demon Twi carelessly flicks her eyes to the page she's presented
>"So?"
>"They're nice, huh?" Pinkie says. "I bet you like 'em."
>They are nice
>Is it weird to think that?
>Oh God, you really hope your last orgasm isn't in Fluttershy's throat
>Demon Twi rolls her eyes and begins ignoring Pinkie
>"If you're trying to bribe me with mere drawings, then you must be--"
>Just then Pinkie takes a big novelty bat eraser and starts erasing one of the drawings
>Demon Twi sees this and her face cringes into a look of pain
>Her eyes shut and, when they open again, they're purple
>"Pinkie, don't erase that one! It took me hours to get that scaley texture right!"
>Twilight winces and starts holding her head
>Fluttershy comes up gasping for breath and collapses on top of your crotch
>Man, she just might've saved your dick
>You can never let her know that though
>Twilight meanwhile is on the floor and appears to be having some kind of seizure for her life
>A mixture of her screams and the demon's fill the room, both of them arguing about dicks
>You help Fluttershy up and eventually all three of you are watching Twilight thrash around on the floor
So, uh, anyone got any ideas on how to cure her?

well, what do?
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Quickly conceal your boner so not to further antagonize the demon AND Fluttershy. Order Pinkie to keep erasing until Twi's autism overpowers the demon's lust.

Erase more drawings.
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>Everyone is silent, while Twilight still continues to writhe in agony on the floor
>Your eyes travel back and forth between Pinkie and Fluttershy
>Fluttershy is busy staring at your neverending demon boner
>Huh, it's all red and twitchy
>You're sure Twilight would draw this one if she wasn't fucking possessed
>And Flutters is practically hypnotized by it
>And Pinkie is . . . somewhere
>Huh, where'd she go?
>Suddenly you feel Fluttershy bat at your demon cock
>It wiggles back and forth like a spring doorstop
>She giggles while watching it flap around
>Sigh and tuck it in your waistband
>She then snaps out from her trance, blinks her eyes and looks around
>"Huh? What are we talking about?"
>Just then Pinkie appears out from somewhere and raises her hoof
>Even though you scowl at her, she just smiles
I thought I told you to stop raising your--
>"Oh, what is it, Pinkie?" Fluttershy politely asks
>"We should put Twilight in bondage!"
>She smiles like she just solved the math problem on the board that has stumped everyone else in class
>The problem is, of course, a word problem about rape, because it's a rape class
>Huh, you really thought Fluttershy would've been the star student, but she's been quiet
>Look over at Fluttershy
>Catch her with her hooves mere inches away from your belt
>Flick her on the nose and look back at Pinkie
Alright, we better find something to tie her up with
>"I found something outside in the bushes," Pinkie says
>She reaches into her mane and then tosses out a length of rope
>Fluttershy's eyes widen
>"Oh, Pinkie, that's my . . ."
>She stops herself when she sees you start to watch her suspiciously
>"Um, nevermind."
>You decide to temporarily ignore that Fluttershy was again planning to commit some serious felonies against you
>Right now you need to secure Twilight before the demon gets back its full strength
Alright, Fluttershy, you're on bondage duty.
>"Oh, well then you b-better bend over and drop your--"
For Twilight, nimrod.
>She scrunches her muzzle, then looks away and mutters a barely audible apology before picking the rope up in her mouth
While she's tying her up, Pinkie, your job will be to weaken the demon. Erasing those drawings seemed to do the trick, so keep doing that.
>She raises her hoof
Goddammit, are you doing that just to piss me off now? What is it?
>"Can I make copies of the drawings before I start to erase them?"
I don't think we have time.
>Her jaw drops; she starts frantically flipping through the journal
>"Surely we can make time for masterpieces like these!"
>She finds a page and then pushes it in your face
>They're your dicks
>Pinkie just shoved a bunch of your dicks in your face
>You never thought you'd ever have said such a thing before tonight
>Also, just how many drawings has Twilight made of you?
>'I was just copying what was on the pumpkin outside!'
>Stupid lying dick-obsessed horse
>Push the journal out of the way
We don't have time to make copies of every single drawing.
>"Not true!" Pinkie says. "I can do these babies in my sleep."
Weird. I mean, do you even think about these things before you say them? I'm not exactly invisible here.
>Fluttershy, who was stepping on top of Twilight's shoulder blades, pulling tight the knots that bound her friend's arms behind her back, spits the rope out from her mouth
>"I'm finished."
>You blink in shock as your eyes go over Twilight's immobile body
>Fluttershy's intricate rope work, which she did in mere seconds, has expertly bound her friend's arms, legs and wings in tight loops and knots that all seem to be connected, as though there was a big rope cradle around her body
>She even managed to have Twilight's horn pulled on from behind by a slipknot, bending the tender bone and rendering it useless
>Seeing all this, and knowing that she'd just love it if that were you rather than Twilight, greatly disturbs you
>She steps off her friend's back and approaches you
>Stay calm
>Show no fear, boy, cause she probably knows what that smells like when it comes to you
>She looks up at you with an innocent smile
>"Well, how did I do?"
Fine, fine.
>She cocks her head while staring up at you
>You don't look nervous, do you?
>Oh, now you're starting to sweat
>You got to get those big blue devil eyes off of you
>Gesture towards Twilight
So was the, uh, rope pulling up her tail really necessary?
>She shrugs
>"Oh, that's just a force of habit. Do you think I should gag her, though?"
>"I don't know," Pinkie says, jumping right in. "You're the expert, so I trust whatever you decide to do. I mean, wowie, you sure did a good job tying her up."
>"I know," she says with a giggle
>Then she raises her hoof
Uh, yes, Fluttershy?
>"I think we should make sure to make copies of Twilight's drawings."
>Pinkie nods
>"See? She gets it."
Fine. Pinkie, you make the copies and tell me which dicks to erase.
>Pinkie gives you the journal
>Grimace when you see it's still open to that page featuring your . . . talent
We're going to start with this page.
>"Already on it," Pinkie says, showing you a complete, perfect copy of the page you were looking at
>Actually, she made the dicks bigger
>And she gave them all different kinds of silly party hats on their heads
>Fluttershy raises her hoof
>"Do you think I could get a copy of that?"
>"Well, we'll have to talk about price, you know . . ."
>Roll your eyes while they gather close to discuss business
>You then meet eyes with Demon Twilight
>She struggles vainly in her rope prison
>You slowly turn the page of dicks over for her to see
>She sneers
>"Your defenses are as weak and pathetic as your mortal cock, you wretch!"
>Yeah, whatever
>Like, at least you weren't the one who got tied up by some banana Laffy Taffy horse
>You grab your novelty bat eraser and start erasing the drawings in the journal
>Devil Twilight growls, grits her teeth, and wrenches her eyes shut
>You keep erasing until you're furiously rubbing your bat's wings all over the page
>Her strain grows to the point that her eyes begin bulging out as you erase the last of your dicks
>She howls in a pained mix of both Twilight and the demon's voices once the page is shown to be empty
>"No! The dicks! I can hear them howling!"
>You ignore her and turn the page
Well, let's see what's next here. . . . Oh, it appears to be titled the Spike Section.
>It's gross, but you try to sound enthusiastic about it
>This time, when her eyes open again, they're purple
>"Guys!" Twilight says
>All three of you call out her name
I can't believe this is working.
>"Guys," Twilight says, "would you please put down my journal and stop erasing all my dicks!"
>It's silent for a moment
>You knit your brows
No.
>Twilight starts glaring at you
>"Why not?"
>Feel your eye twitch involuntarily
Why not? Why not?! You're fucking possessed by some crazy dick demon that Fluttershy conjured up.
>"It was, um, your idea . . ." Fluttershy mumbles
>"I know I'm possessed," Twilight says. "I can hear her in my head right now, going on and on about dicks, dicks, dicks."
>Huh, sounds like what Fluttershy's inner monologue would be
>And, seeing how this night has gone so far, probably Pinkie's too
>"Look, I don't think you're actually hurting this demon by erasing my dicks."
But the demon can hear them screaming.
>"Can heard them what? Look, I don't know, but I think you're just going to have to think of something else."
But we got nothing.
>Just then Twilight's eyes roll backwards in her head
>When she opens them again, the demon is back
>"Then you'll probably fail, and I'll get to drag her soul down to hell so that she may be tortured for eternity."
>The demon smiles
>"Tortured by giant dicks with dick-shaped spears."
>You all gasp as the demon begins laughing
>The three of you huddle up
Okay, we gotta think of something else before Twilight's soul gets taken to dick hell.
>With an unsure expression, Fluttershy slowly raises her hoof
>You resist the urge to scream at this
What, Fluttershy?
>"Maybe we should, um, destroy the journal."
>Huh, that might work
>Or at the very least it might make Twilight come back for a while
>Long enough to give you a better idea
>Pinkie is shocked, though
>"How can you even suggest that?!"
>"We need to keep talking with Twilight," Fluttershy says
>"But at what cost?" Pinkie says. "At what cost?"
This feels like it's going to end with us drawing and erasing dicks for the rest of our lives in an attempt to keep Twilight from going to dick hell.
>"Nope," Pinkie says. "I know how to bring Twilight back without destroying any more of her masterpieces."
>She smiles and then whispers to you both:
>"And it's actually something I've wanted to do to Twilight for a really long time."
>Well that sounded rapey; no surprised there
>She also seems way too happy about whatever she's thinking of right now
I don't know. The journal thing has worked so far, and I kind of want to destroy it anyway.
>"Hey, stupids," Demon Twilight says, "you know she told you not to keep touching her journal, right?"
Could you not interrupt, you rude hellspawn?
>"Oh, what, I'm not allowed to join in the conversation? I'm here too, you know?"
>You ignore her and give the others an unsure look
>"Destroy the journal, maybe," Fluttershy mumbles
>"You really shouldn't," Demon Twilight says, shrugging
>"Please, please pick me!" Pinkie says, raising her hoof and waving it around

what do?
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Listen to Pinkie's plan.
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>You know what, you got eraser for days, but only one journal
>Might not be a good idea to destroy it after all
All right, we aren't destroying the journal. Pinkie, you're in.
>"I won't let you down, coach," she says with a salute
>You're not enthused
>"Glad you took my advice," Demon Twilight says.
Don't act so smug. I just handed you over to Pinkie Pie. She could literally do anything to you.
>"Oh please. I've borne witness to atrocities that would make mortals like you go insane if you caught just a glimpse of them."
Nah, you seem like kind of a sperg, what with the dicks and all. I'll bet you only heard about those atrocities but never actually got to join in any of them cause they were only for the cool demons.
>Her face falls flat
>"T-That's ridiculous," she says
>"Not really. It can happen to anyone," Fluttershy says, folding her ears
>Demon Twilight just rolls her eyes
>Pinkie walks with a swagger over to the immobile Twilight until she stands over her
>Then Pinkie trembles with excitement
>"Now I can finally do something I've always wanted to."
>She bends down and sticks her head deep in the lower crevices of Twilight's body
>Then she gives Twilight the biggest giggly raspberry on her chubby purple stomach that you think you've ever seen anyone give anybody
>Demon Twilight's eyes widen and she screams in a mix of surprise and embarrassed pleasure
>"Ah! What are you doing?!"
>Pinkie giggles, then presses her lips against the soft tummy and blows again
>With all spit and vibrating flesh, it sounds like a motorboat with a blubber propeller had just taken off at super sonic speeds into a lake of infinite pleasure
>Demon Twi is writhing and struggling not to giggle in that terrible voice of her's
>"Ha! Stop this instant! Heh, heh! I will fucking spear your guts with a gigantic pierced dick and have dipped inch by inch into a pit of hellfire--Ha, ha, ha! Stop it!"
>It's kind of cute to watch, even if her voice is making the walls shake
>Eventually, between uncontrollable laughs, Demon Twilight groans and says to herself:
>"Okay, you know what, you can have this one until she's done."
>The demon shuts her eyes and, when they open again, Twilight's purple color is back
>"Guys, what's going on--AAAAAAAAA!"
>"Oh, sorry, Twilight," Pinkie says, pulling her face out from her friend's torso
>Twilight looks stunned for a moment but eventually shakes it off
>"So what have you found out so far?" she says solemnly. "Anything that'll get this demon out of me?"
>You all avoid her eyes by looking around the room
>Eventually Pinkie elbows Fluttershy, so Fluttershy elbows you, and then you elbow nobody, which negates responsibility to you
>Goddammit
We've still got nothing, Twilight.
>She scrunches her muzzle
>"You've got to be kidding me."
>You all shrug halfheartedly
>"Did any of you even study the spell yet to see if there were any loopholes?"
>Oh shit
We were, uh, actually just about to do that, right, guys?
>They both readily nod and confirm this lie
>Then the demon's voice fill the room
>"They totally weren't, actually."
>"I know," Twilight says with a sigh
We're working on it here, Twi.
>"You better be."
>After this her eyes roll back again and soon Demon Twilight is back
>"She's totally screwed."
>Yeah
Fuck off, sperg. We've got this.
>You turn to the others
Right?
>"That's right," Fluttershy says
>"Yeah, we can't lose if we just stick together," Pinkie says
All right, cool. So who's got the book?
>No one responds
>You all begin scanning the room
>"Oh, there it is," Pinkie says
Where?
>She points to the other side of the room, about twelve feet away, where the book lies on the floor
>Just in time for a flaming skeleton arm to shoot up from the floor next to it and grab it
>The skeleton arm straightens up and starts slowly descending, bringing the book down to hell
Nah, can't have that.
>You all start running for the book
>Demon Twilight crawls past you all on the ceiling and gets ahead of you
>She drops down before you all
>Then a wall of green flames ignites behind her and spans the entire length of the room
>One of you is going to have to take her down
>And fast, before the book is gone forever

what do?
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i thought demon-Twi was bondaged up by Pinkie? Also, throw Fluttershy at Twilight as a distraction, then jump dive for the book.

Demon-twi crawled like a worm, I'm assuming. Also, second.

crawling like a worm on the ceiling huh? that's actually impressive
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>You look from Demon Twi to Fluttershy, confused
I thought you tied her up?
>"She is tied up."
>What? No she is--
>You look again and see that she's standing up on her straightened hind legs
Oh . . . well, that's retarded.
>"Fools!" Demon Twilight bellows. "While I may have been incapacitated before, your pink friend's saliva has become your own undoing."
>She juts out her pudgy tummy, its slick surface shining in the light of the flames
>Then she flops faces you and falls forward
>And she slides right at you like a bowling ball that's going for a set of pins
>You scatter, you and Fluttershy going one way, Pinkie going the other
>Demon Twilight begins sliding all over the room, like a penguin that's sliding on ice
>And she's meeting no resistance whatsoever from anything at all on the floor
>Why, oh, why did Twilight have to ruin all your kick ass decorations before she got possessed?
>You keep track of Demon Twilight's movements, eager to take her out while she's sliding
>When you see your chance, you scoop Fluttershy up in your arms
Fluttershy, I need to throw you!
>She swoons
>"Oh, I knew this day would come. Take me now!"
>Her mind never leaves the gutter, it seems
>She better understands what you mean once you lift her up over your head like a surfboard
You're about to become a speed bump, Fluttershy.
>"Oh dear."
Don't mess this up.
>She screams as you toss her in front of Demon Twilight
>She lands right where Demon Twilight is about to slide
>Demon Twilight gasps, realizing she's about to crash
>Then she bounces herself up off the ground, much like one would do during the dance known as the worm
>She laughs as she soars through the air
>"You poor, poor dick plebeians! Did you really think your foolish efforts would--"
>She crashes headfirst through your broken window and lands in the bushes outside
>". . . I'm currently being bled."
>Soon the flames disappear and lights come back on
>But the skeleton arm still has the book, and it's almost gone!
>You jump dive and grab the book by its spine, just in the nick of time
>You begin a tug of war with the skeleton arm, who is surprisingly strong
>"Come on, put your muscles into it!" Pinkie shouts
I'm trying, but he's stronger than he looks.
>"He's literally made of bones."
Well, maybe he really drinks his milk, Ponk. I don't know.
>Where is she anyway?
>You look up and see that Pinkie is now the one that's sliding around on the ceiling
Dammit, Ponk, get down here and help me!
>"Okie!"
>She drops down and lands behind the bone arm
>Then she starts digging around in her mane
>"Hmm, let's see here . . . it's not there . . . nope . . . nuh-uh . . . that's an anchor . . . nope. . . ."
>You can feel the skeleton dragging you forward now
Pinkie!
>"I got it!"
>She pulls a red feather out from her mane
>"I'll bet that, like most skeletons, he's very ticklish."
>She smiles at you like she just told a great joke
>You are going to kill this horse, if you don't end up in hell first
>She uses the back of her feather to lightly brush behind at the back of the skeleton's elbow
>How the feather isn't catching on fire is beyond you, but then again you should probably have third-degree burns by now anyway
>The skeleton arm begins trembling uncontrollably
>Its grip soon slips from the book and it falls back into the depths of hell from whence it came
>You breathe a sigh of relief
>Then Pinkie grabs the book out from your hands
>"Fluttershy, I got the book."
Uh, actually, I was the one that--
>"Oh, and thank goodness you did, Pinkie."
No, not Pinkie, I was--
>"Now we can start looking for a loophole."
>She trots over and soon the two of them are flipping through the pages
Uh, guys?
>They're too busy looking through the book to notice you
Guys, shouldn't one of us go get Twilight?
>"No, it wasn't that one," Fluttershy says
>"I'll keep going."
>They aren't paying any attention to you for some reason
>Maybe if you raised your hand . . . ?
>Or you could just say fuck 'em and go check by yourself
>Demon Twilight isn't that dangerous
>R-Right?

what do?
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Sack up and go find her yourself, shes all tied up, and can't use her magic.
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>Look back at Fluttershy and Pinkie as they face each other
>"Fluttershy, I just know we can do this with the power of teamwork!"
>"You're absolutely right, Pinkie!"
>Just then they raise their hooves over their heads and bump them together
>Then they both shout: "Yeah, teamwork and friendship!"
>Then they hug again
>. . . Yeah, maybe you'll just do this one on your own
>You might catch the gay otherwise
>They both notice you then, and they regard you with confusion
>"Oh, are you still here?" Fluttershy says
>You blink slowly to show your contempt
This is my house.
>"Well, aren't you going to go get Twilight?" Pinkie says
What? That's what I've been trying to say this entire time.
>"I thought you were out getting Twilight."
>You stare at them both incredulously
I was right here! Standing right by you both while you ignored me!
>"There, there," Fluttershy says, patting your thigh. "If it makes you feel better, I knew you were there."
No, you didn't.
>"I know. But did it make you feel better?"
>You smack her hoof away, which doesn't seem especially rude when you consider that it was headed towards that demon boner of yours
>Man, why do you still have that thing?
You know, I think I'll go get Twilight by myself.
>Start heading for the door
>Fluttershy stands up
>"I can come with you if you--"
No need for that.
>"But if you want the attention--"
I was wrong. Just ignore me.
>"Oh, well, okay then. Be careful, she's dangerous."
Thanks for the info.
>"Do you still have that boner?
Not answering that.
>"We love you."
>"Bring back that demon before you come home!" Pinkie shouts after you
>By this point you'd rather have the dick demon's company anyways
>The streets are calmer outside as the night darkens into the double digit hours
>You can see no trick or treaters and half of the houses on your street have their lights off
>You go around the corner of your house and walk among the tall bushes that line this wall
>You reach the broken window and find Demon Twilight all tangled up in one bush
>Her face is pressed against the dirt and is holding up the rest of her body, which is still stuck in the leaves
>You stop and stand at the top of her head
>Her ear twitches your way
>"I know you're there, you accursed mortal," she says, groaning into the dirt. "Lift me up out of this filth or else!"
Or else what? Most of your weird demon stuff has already gone away.
>"I'll . . . rub dirt into the wounds on your friend's face!"
>She very halfheartedly starts burying her face further into the dirt
>"If you don't stop me, then she will get an infection!"
What happened to dragging her soul to hell?
>"I will eventually do that as well!"
>You grab her by the back of her neck and pick her up
>Her wounds are just little cuts, ones you probably wouldn't have noticed if she had never mentioned them
>She starts glaring at you
>"What are you staring at?"
You're a real wimp, you know that?
>"How dare an insignificant mortal such as you would try to insult me! Release me at once!"
Alright.
>You pick her up, turn her over and then toss her back through the window headfirst
>She lands right in front of Fluttershy, who trips over her
>And then the last of the remaining glass in your window falls out
>Demon Twilight, in a rage, thrashes on the ground
>"I will send you all to a hell where your tongues have been replaced by unshaven dicks!"
>"Oh, hey, she's back," Pinkie says. "Nice work."
>You wipe your hands clean
Thank you, Ponk. And you as well, Fluttershy. Seeing you trip, well, you actually helped make me feel better.
>"That's nice," she says, rubbing the spot where she hit her head. "I was just coming out to tell you that--"
>"We found the page with the spell," Pinkie says
Wow. Good work, Pinkie.
>She nods proudly, despite Fluttershy's sighing
>"Anyway, you should probably come back in now," Pinkie says
>"Yes, come back in," Demon Twilight says. "And then die!"
>No one even responds to this
>Though she's scowling, her eyes have lowered self-consciously
>"I mean, die in hell--dick hell!"
>Man, she's really lost any menacing touch she might've had
>Just then you spot something in the flattened spot where Demon Twilight was
>It's the chainsaw
>You pull it out from the bushes and hold it up to the window
Hey, guys, check out what I just found.
>"Yeah, we don't really have time for pumpkin carving right now, though," Pinkie says
>The doorbell rings
>"Is that a trick or treater?" Pinkie says
>"At this hour?" Fluttershy says
It must be.
>As this happens you regard your chainsaw for a moment
>You could go scare whoever it is
>After all, this could be your last chance to really have some fun this Halloween
>But maybe you should just forget it, be responsible and focus on Twilight
>It sounds like their's only one pony at the door anyway

what do?
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Answer the door, you can't just let a trick or treater stand outside on Halloween, not like Twilight's going anywhere.

This, except swing the door open while flailing the chainsaw around and screaming Resident Evil 4 style.

This but also use twilight as a prop

Chainsaw in one hand, Twilight in the other. Dual wield those suckers
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>"Maybe we should turn off the lights until they leave," Fluttershy says
And ruin their Halloween too? No way.
>You hop through the window
>Start pulling the cord to the chainsaw
The kind of pony that would keep trick or treating long after everyone else has stopped is definitely the kind of Halloween lover I admire.
>Keep pulling the cord
>Fucker just won't start
>Prime it some more and then keep pulling the cord
I can't let whoever that is leave without at least having scared the everloving shit out of them first.
>You pull the cord for about the tenth time, sweat dampening your brow
It just wouldn't be right. . . . Ugh! Did this thing break when I threw it or something?
>Pinkie comes over and takes the chainsaw out from your hands
>She starts it in one pull, and with her mouth no less
Show off.
>Then she shuts it off
>"I like Nightmare Night, too," she says, "but we have to focus on helping Twilight."
>You regard her serious face for a moment
You're absolutely right, Pinkie. Here, give me that.
>She slowly gives you the saw
>You take it up solemnly, then quickly pull the cord
>It starts
>You rev it up, spinning the blade a few times
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6ISra-VumtY
>Pinkie and Fluttershy's eyes go wide
>"Hey, what are you doing?!" Pinkie shouts. "I thought we were helping Twilight."
Nah, I'm getting Twilight to help me.
>"That's not what I meant!"
>You lightly push Pinkie out of the way and go to Demon Twilight
>She's snarling and struggling as usual as you reach your hand out towards her
>"I don't want to help you! Keep your filthy, grabby worm dicks away from me! No!"
>Scoop her up, wrap your arm around her barrel and hold her inside your shoulder
>Chainsaw in one hand and Twilight under your arm, you rush towards the door
>Man, you hope that this trick or treater has hearing problems
>You'll probably have back problems yourself after all this
>This shit is heavy!
>And Twilight still thrashing around isn't helping
>Try to shout at her over the chainsaw noise
Make sure to do something scary when I open the door!
>"When I'm back in hell I'm going to curse you! I'll have you driven insane with constant visions of fiery dick demons!"
That's good, keep it up!
>Your door swings open with one kick, which is exactly how you had altered it to be done weeks before
>When it comes to Halloween, it pays to be prepared in scare emergencies such as this
>You jump out onto the front step and start waving around both the chainsaw and Twilight
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!
>"Nobody's here, you idiot," Demon Twilight says
>Wait, what?
>Stop and look around
>You're all alone out here
>You drop Demon Twilight--"Ow! You bastard!"--and then turn off the chainsaw
>You listen
>Hear your screams echoing in the empty streets
I don't get it. Where'd my trick or treater go?
>There's a huge roar from above you
>"ROAR!!!! I'm Mike Tyson!!!"
>You look up
>See Rainbow Dash divebombing you, while dressed up as Superman
>While you're trying to process what the actual fuck is going on she crashes right into your face
>She wraps her arms around your neck, squeezing it tight
>"Ha! I got you in a headlock, bro!"
>Not only that but something is rubbing against your face
>She's wearing fucking boxing gloves
>There are fucking boxing gloves in your face right now
>You grab at her arms but her grip around your neck is tight
>Damn tiny pony arms
>"Don't even try to escape, bro! I'm super saiyan right now."
>Demon Twilight sees you choking and gets excited
>"Yes! Do it, kill him! Make him choke on dicks!"
>You manage to give her a kick in the ribs before falling to your knees
>Dash starts grinding herself against your back
>"Oh yeah, I'm full of tiger blood! Winning!"
>You really regret all that time you spent teaching her about old memes
>You're really starting to feel lightheaded now
>"Just submit, bro. Say you've had enough of the Dash and I'll make like a tree and get out of here."

what do?
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Overpower her with the intense irony of new memes

This, and correct her by smacking her upside the head and say, "Its LEAVE! Make like a tree and LEAVE!"
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>Just then the powers that be bless you with renewed energy
>And it all comes from five little words
>You barely manage to choke them out
>Dash's ear twitches and she leans in close to your face
>"What was that? You mad, bro?"
I said . . . you need to go back!
>You spring up to your feet and slam Dash against the back of your wall
>"Agh! You're going to have to try harder than that! I'm epic for the win!"
Implying you're winning.
>"Uh, what? I'm clearly winning."
Implying what you're doing is winning.
>Her grip starts to slacken
>The power of new memes, even when said without any context whatsoever, seems to weaken her
>Eventually her grip tightens again
>"Whatever. Try to troll me all you want, but you aren't going to win this game without submitting to the Dash."
Implying games have to be won or even fun.
>"What does that mean?"
Brainless Wojack five dot jpeg!
>"What are you talking about?"
>Her grip weakens again
Boomers! Zoomers! Projecting! Smug Pepe! Just be yourself!
>You keep randomly spouting off memes and buzzwords
>Dash looks to Demon Twilight
>"Do you know what he's trying to do?"
>"In my experiences, one acts this way during incantations to the dick lords so as to please them and increase their chances for a successful summons."
>". . . Uh, you sound weird. Do you have a cold or something?"
>Dash, now totally confused, completely relaxes her arms
>Strike now!
Remember when memes weren't just endless Pepes and Wojacks?!
>You grab her by the mane and pull her over your head
>You wrap her up in a bear hug
>She starts wiggling and kicking, struggling to free her arms
>"Okay, fine, you win."
>This should have been enough to let her go but the power of memes has completely taken over your mind
We can't stop until we slash thread this.
>"Until we what?"
>Start holding Dash beneath your shoulder
>"Woah! Hey, what are you doing?!"
>You point
>She falls silent when she sees the broken window
>"Woah, woah, not that. I can't go through that again."
>Start sprinting at the window while holding Dash outwards like a battering ram
>She starts freaking out
>"Ah! Please, stop! Seriously, don't do it!"
Sorry, Dash. But I'm crashing this window . . . with no survivors!
>Impact point is imminent
>Your sprinting reaches super sanic speeds
>Dash shuts her eyes
>"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!"
So long gay Bowser! Put me in the screencap! Zoomed Words!
>Then, just when you reach the empty window, you come to a complete stop
>You wait until Dash risks taking a peek out from beneath her barely-open eyes
Hey, Dash, by the way . . .
>She looks up at you
>You smile, then smack her upside the head
It's LEAVE! Make like a tree and LEAVE!
>And then you toss her out the empty window
>She rolls across the divot in the bushes and goes tumbling across the ground
>She lies completely still, her back facing you
>Then she slowly sits up and feels herself all over
>"No blood? No life flashing before my eyes, no icy feeling of death stopping my heart. . . ."
>She breathes a sigh of relief
>You start laughing, and she turns on you
>"What's your problem?"
Nothing. It's just, you thought you were going to die.
>"Uh, cause I almost did die, doing the exact same thing last time."
Yeah, but you didn't. So why you scared, bro?
>"I still have trauma."
Trauma is all in the mind, bro. Just use your will to get over it.
>You and Dash lock eyes, her firm and you jesting
>Eventually a small smirk wins out on her face
>"Okay, I'll admit it, that was a pretty epic troll."
Totally suits the holiday, right?
>"You know what, it so does."
>She laughs, gets up and then flies up to the window
>"So how'd you get Twilight to go along with it?"
Oh, she's just been possessed by a dick demon for the better part of the night.
>"That's so epic--wait, what?"
>Dash regards all the faces in the room for a moment before heading over to check on Twilight
>Left alone, Fluttershy turns towards you
>"I'm starting to think you might be a toxic person."
Takes one to know one.
>Dash comes back in, and you instantly notice the new dark rings that have sunken themselves under her eyes
>"Uh, guys, Twilight just showed me what happens when we die, and I recognized every moment of it."
>She makes an effort at blinking
>Then she walks over to the corner of the room, clears herself a spot in the pile of plastic bones, and sinks down into the fetal position
>"I'm gonna need a minute."
>She immediately starts shivering
>You purse your lips and then turn to Fluttershy and Pinkie
So have you guys found a stupid loophole yet or what?

alright, what happens next?
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Go out and fetch demon Twilight, can't have her wriggling her way into hiding to free herself.
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>Fluttershy raises her hoof and says:
>"Uh, shouldn't one of us go get Twilight?"
Oh, I guess we--
>Just then you hear a heavy iron mechanism spring shut
>"AH! Release me, you puny hellhound, before I drive a silver dick into your skull!"
Yeah, she's not going anywhere, but she'll probably get Twilight killed if we don't watch her.
>After carefully removing a bear trap from Twilight's plot with a crowbar and some salt, you decide that just having her tied up isn't enough anymore
>Soon she's pouting on the floor
>Occasionally, she looks down at the black trash bag that's swallowed up her entire body, and she starts grousing
>"I refuse to be humiliated like this! To be ensnared by your pathetic plastic sack for storing refuse."
Hey, that's a Hefty trash bag, and I will not have you insulting it.
>You glare at each other for a while until she rolls over onto her face in some strange way to spite you
>She groans into the floor as you meet with Fluttershy and Pinkie
Seriously, please tell me you found something. I can't take much more of this.
>"Well, we might not have summoned who you think we summoned," Fluttershy says
What do you mean?
>Pinkie points at the page with the sick ass goat demon
>"See, you were trying to summon this guy, but his spell is actually on the other page."
Seriously?
>Pinkie nods and then points to some small text underneath the demon's depiction
>'Spell located on the next page'
>Who the fuck put this book together?
Okay, so who's inside Twilight right now?
>Fluttershy turns backwards one page
>It depicts some purple demon, sorta horselike, with huge wings and a flaming mane
>"She's called Midnight Sparkle."
Huh, never heard of her.

********
Put a ball gag in demon Twi's mouth to shut her up. Then, read the book to get more info on midnight sparkle. If need be, contact someone with experience in dealing with possessions.

Let's go talk to Zecora, maybe she knows how to fix this
********

>From behind you, you hear Demon Twilight harrumph
>Fluttershy continues
>"It says here that she's a magical entity, one who corrupts its subject with dark magic until they've lost all control."
Does it explain anywhere in there why she's such a turbo-slut?
>"Hey!" Demon Twilight shouts
>You try to ignore her, and listen closely to what Fluttershy is saying (for probably the first time ever in your life)
>"It says here that she's at her strongest when she's either near dicks, or if she still has a soul when the moon is at its highest in the sky."
>"That's midnight," Pinkie says. "What time is it now?"
>You look at the clock, and shiver
Ten-forty-two. We've barely got ninety minutes.
>"Um, that's not the worst part," Fluttershy says
>She swallows nervously and points out a certain passage
>"It also says here that if we don't free the possessed soul before Midnight Sparkle is at her fullest power, then Twilight will be lost forever."
>A cold silence falls over the room, except for Demon Twilight, who's humming a happy tune to herself
>Kinda sounds like the Oscar Mayer wiener song
>She's just loving that you're finally starting to see her as a threat again
>You don't want to even look behind you and see the smug face she must be making at you
Right. Well, we better act fast then.
>You turn to Fluttershy
How do we get this demon out of Twilight?
>And for God's sake, don't say it's with the magic of friendship
>She looks over the page again, then slowly folds her ears
>"Um, it doesn't say," Fluttershy says
>Okay, on second thought, the magic of friendship doesn't look so bad now
You've got to be kidding me.
>"Nope," Pinkie says
>She grabs the book and holds it out before you
>"It says here that you have to buy the second book in the series if you want to know how to undo any of the spells."
>She flips over to a full page advertisement in the back of the book
>'Tired of demons messing up your house?' it reads
>Pictured is a big green ogre eating onions, the smell of which is greatly annoying the wholesome pony family nearby him
>'Pre-order the second volume of the Spooky Spells collection. Coming soon!'
Alright, so we go to Twilight's and get the second volume.
>"I don't have it," Twilight says
>Turn around and see that Demon Twilight has receded and Twilight is back, for the time being
>Also, she's flinching at the face you're making at her
You don't have the one fucking book that we really need right now?!
>"It's not like I haven't been looking for it!" she cries. "It got a limited printing compared to the first book. It's a collectors item!"
>Twilight's eyes roll up inside her head and Demon Twilight is soon back
>"I'm also a collector," she says. "A collector of souls and dicks!"
>She begins cackling so hard that she starts rolling around on the ground
>The only other one who laughs is Pinkie, and you smack her upside the head for it
>"OW! What'd you do that for?"
For encouraging her spergyness, if nothing else.
>Pinkie leans close to your ear
>"I was just doing it so she wouldn't feel bad," she whispers. "It's no fun when no pony laughs at your joke."
You thought that was a joke?
>"That one is actually an old favorite down in dick hell," Demon Twilight says. "You're smarter than you look, puny pink pony."
>"Aw. Thanks," Pinkie says. "I'd hug you, but you'd probably try to kill me if I got that close."
Don't flatter her, Pinkie. She can't do anything except rave about dicks, like the turbo-slut sperg she is.
>"Do not try to demean me, you puny dick mortal!"
Like anything I said was wrong. To be as obsessed with dicks as you are you either have to be a sperg, an eighth grader, or a turbo-slut. And those last two aren't mutually exclusive.
>"How dare you! I'll have you know . . . !"
>She then rolls onto her back and begins a rant about how she once almost took over all the magic that existed in some Barbie dimension or something
>Honestly, you weren't listening
>The second she started, you turned to Fluttershy and offered to take her up on that gagging she mentioned a while back
>"Um, I think I'm out of rope," she says, folding her ears and blushing
>"Trying to silence me will only end in failure!" Demon Twilight says. "Soon there will come a day when you shall all be silenced, for the dick rapture cometh . . . !"
>She starts up again
>You give Fluttershy a firm look
Don't tell me that you of all people doesn't have something to gag her with.
>Pinkie raises her hoof and says she found something
>She then reaches into her mane and tosses a ball gag before you all
>You're sad to say that you recognize it
>Fluttershy blushes and scrunches her muzzle
>"How do you keep finding these things of mine, Pinkie?"
>You glare at Fluttershy
Maybe if you'd stop bringing them with you every time.
>"But I might need them!" Fluttershy says, looking at you like you're crazy for trying to disrupt her routine
>You shake your head slowly until she looks downwards in shame
>She sighs, picks up the ball gag, then starts trudging over towards Demon Twilight
>Not gonna lie, things are looking bleak
>At this point you're kinda tempted to just throw Fluttershy back into that summoning circle and have her chant 'Ooga Booga' until something happens
>Hell, that's what started all this in the first place
>She might even end up summoning the chad demon who bullies Midnight for her lunch money everyday
>You could see Midnight as being the kind of sperg that got picked on all the time in school
>Hell, considering her behavior so far, Midnight might still be in school for all you know--definitely as an underclassman
>She definitely makes Fluttershy look attractive by comparison
>But then again, seeing how everything has turned out so far, you're convinced that giving Fluttershy the reigns again will just somehow make things even worse
>She's already basically killed her friend
>Give her the chance and you might be next
>Better find another way
Pinkie, is there anyone else who might have that book?
>"I don't know. I think we're going to need a little help from our friends for this one."
>You sigh
Just had to sneak in the whole friendship thing, didn't you?
>She shrugs with a smile
>"We need somepony that's good with magic."
Okay, what about that Starlight Glimmer girl?
>"She's not in town right now. She went back to her old village, wearing her oldmanecut and an equals sign over her cutie mark."
>Pinkie starts giggling at the image in her head
>You don't really get why, but it probably has something to do with Starlight's past or something
>She likes to talk about it a lot, which is why you mostly try to avoid her
>Pony backstories are always very boring
Well, can't Discord help?
>"Oh, he said he had to go hide out in the pumpkin patch," Fluttershy says, rejoining you
Is the patch far away or something?
>"In another dimension."
Seriously? Who else is even left then?
>"I saw Princess Luna walking around town," Pinkie says
She'd be a big help, but she could be anywhere by now.
>"How about Trixie?" Pinkie says
Opposite problem. She'd barely be any help. Besides I don't want to have to hear her talk in that annoying voice of hers.
>"All you guys have been doing is talking," Rainbow Dash says, sitting down next to you and looking fine
>Wasn't she catatonic just a second ago?
>She sees you staring at her oddly
>"What?"
Aren't you supposed to be slowly losing your mind?
>She shrugs
>"I got better."
>Well then . . .
>"Anyway, enough of all this talk," Rainbow Dash says. "We should take Twilight to Zecora's and see if she can help."
Man, she's even worse to listen to than Trixie.
>Everyone stares at you
>You purse your lips and then relent
Okay, fine. We'll go see Rhymin' Simon.
>You look back at Demon Twilight, bound and gagged
>Thank God she can't talk right now
>You don't think you could handle two annoying voices
It's been so peaceful since you've been silenced, my dear sperg.
>"Oh, really?" her demonic voice says, as it comes from all around in the room and shakes the walls
>Oh, right, you forgot she could do that
>Your face drops
>She smiles from behind her ball gag, her eyes lowering malevolently at you
>"Fools! You thought you could silence Midnight Sparkle?"
>Oh man, is she seriously going to start referring to herself in--
>"Midnight Sparkle cannot be silenced, cannot be stopped. And your dicks cannot be saved from Midnight Sparkle's wrath, puny mortals!"
>She throws her strapped head back and begins cackling menacingly
>Until she doubles over and starts coughing, her lips flapping against the spitty ball lodged in her mouth
>Huh, guess even demons need to make sure to swallow their spit
>Turn back towards the others
Alright, guys, we need to transport a demon across town.
>A second later you're all looking down at Demon Twilight, who's laid out in your little red wagon
>You wipe your hands clean
There we are. It's as good as if we were delivering cookies for the girl scouts.
>"Oh, do you remember that fetish guess, too?" Fluttershy says
Not now, Flutters.
>Demon Twilight glares at all of you with a look of pure and intense hatred
>You regard the empty space that's still left in the wagon
Do we need to bring anything else that's lying around here before we head out?

you can bring two big things and two small things
what do?
********
Obviously we'll need the book. It's still halloween too, so we'll need the chainsaw in case we run into any more ponies we can scare on the way. And no Halloween is complete without candy, so bring all of what's left of it, including the good stuff you picked out. 

Also, is there still room for the Metal Machine? Some music would be nice, listening to Twilight rave about dicks all the time is already getting old and ruining the spooky mood of the holiday.

Crap, i forgot about the journal of dicks. Do you think we should have packed that too?

Oh fuck your right. Yeah I think that is more important in this case then the metal machine, unfortunately.

Dude no, not the Metal Machine! The journal is a small item anyway, just skip the candy. I'm sure Ponka has plenty in her mane anyway

Ah, didn't even think of discarding the candy. But just so we're clear the items we have will be; Spell book, Chainsaw, Dick journal, and metal machine?

Yeah, that's the current plan. But we also consume some candy before we leave, i don't think we've had enough this whole evening

Also, it's Metal Machine. Show it some respect and capitalize it

Dubs confirm Metal Machine must be capitalized. Also yeah eats some candy. You'll need the energy.
********

>Fluttershy raises her hoof and says:
>"I think we should bring Twilight's journal."
Of course you would. Pinkie, you're the packer, go get it.
>She salutes you and then does just that
And we should probably bring the spell book with. I mean, if worse comes to worse, we can always use it to hit Twilight with.
>Pinkie lifts Demon Twilight's head up and puts the spell book under it like a pillow
>"I think we should bring the chainsaw," Dash says. "That'd be epic for the win!"
Dash, don't ever say that again. Also, good thinking. Pinkie--
>"No worries, bro. I got this."
>Dash goes to pick up the chainsaw with her boxing glove-covered hooves
>She manages to life one end of it up before it slips out from her gloves and clatters down onto the floor
>She immediately tries again, and yields predictable results
>"Oh come on!"
>She keeps trying, clear strain and sweat visible all over her face
>You try not to let her hear you snickering
Dash . . .
>"I got this, bro!"
>At one point her gloves slip and she falls forward on her face
>Now she's just hitting the chainsaw with haymakers, and yelling at it
>Demon Twilight watches her while blinking in amazement
>Then, with dull eyes, she looks up at you
>"Your friend is an idiot."
Yeah.
>"Oh dear. I think she's getting really mad," Fluttershy says nervously. "Should we tell her to take off the gloves?"
Nah. Let's focus on getting the rest of the essentials.
>"Oh," Fluttershy says. "What's that?"
>You leave and eventually come back with a portable Walkman, some small battery-powered speakers, and a tape of Lou Reed's Metal Machine Music
>Fluttershy cringes when she sees the tape
>"Oh, that again. . . ."
If we're going to do this, then we got to have some spooky road music. And the music will drown out Little Miss Dicks a Lot over there.
>Demon Twilight rolls her eyes as you point at her
I think we can all agree that we're sick of hearing from her all the time. Right?
>Pinkie shrugs
>"Well, a joke can only be funny so many times."
Right. You agree, Dash?
>She's currently got the chainsaw held up over her head, and it's slipping out
>"Woah! No, no, no! Help! It's gonna--"
>You turn your head just as you hear the chassis ram its dull round edge into Dash's forehead
That's probably a yes. And since I know I'm sick of hearing her speak, then that means that literally everyone is sick of hearing her.
>Fluttershy raises her hoof
>"Well, actually, I--"
Not interested.
>You hit play on the Walkman
>Nothing plays, though
>You suddenly remember that there's no batteries in the speakers
>You could look around the house for some; you know there are a few somewhere
>Check the clock
>Ten-fifty-three
>Nah, by the time you eventually found the batteries it'd already be midnight
>Also . . .
Holy shit! It's already almost Eleven. We need to hurry this up.
>You run over to Dash
>With much strain evident on her red face, she finally picks the chainsaw up
>"Yes!"
>And you immediately rip it out from her hooves with ease
>Her face is that of a broken mare as she watches you take it away, as she reaches out in vain for it back
>You give it to Pinkie, who puts it away
Alright, we're almost ready. But first . . . does anyone have any batteries?
>You're already looking at Pinkie
>She starts digging in her mane
>"There we are!"
>She tosses out what looks like a big baguette onto the floor
>No, wait, that's not a baguette
>"Pinkie!" Fluttershy screams. "Where did you find that?!"
>She grabs Pinkie by the shoulders and starts shaking her back and forth
>Dash laughs her head off
>You go to the kitchen and put some rubber gloves on before taking the batteries out of the 'baguette'
>Damn, how did Ponk hide this thing in her mane?
>Then you put the batteries in the speakers, and the music begins
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5w02O-XdsXE
>Everyone's eyes widen for a moment
>Then their hooves go for their ears
>All except for Demon Twilight
>She's actually got her eyes closed, and her head is gently swaying back and forth
>Like she's actually grooving on it
>Huh, that dampens your enjoyment a bit
>You look at the full wagon
Well, guess that's everything.
>There's a loud knock at the door
>Everyone puts their hooves down for a moment and stares in direction of the noise
>"No way that's a trick or treater at this hour," Pinkie says
Oh! I can't believe I almost forgot the most important thing.
>You toss the 'baguette' over your shoulder and head to where you left the candy
>You take the bowl in your hands, turn around and then show it to everyone
>Fluttershy raises one eyebrow
>"The candy?"
>"The candy!" Pinkie says, like it's as obvious as anything
>"Give me some," Dash says
No, fuck you all. This candy is for two things only. It's for any trick or treaters who are cool enough to still be out, and it's also for whatever I deem necessary.
>You quickly eat a Reeses, which makes Dash grimace
>"Hey!"
That was necessary. Anyway, we're taking this with us.
>You just need something to hold it in, and that's when you spot Pinkie's burlap sack
>You empty the candy bowl into the sack
>Then you pull on the string around the opening of the sack, closing it tight
>Alright, who can you trust to hold this?
>Pinkie Pie?
>See she's drooling at the sight of the bag
>Nope
>Rainbow Dash?
>You take one look at her before deciding against it
>Dumb ass is still wearing those boxing gloves
>Fluttershy?
>Where is she?
>Oh, she's just about two inches away from your dick
>Of course
>You flick her on the nose, then plop the candy bag on top of her head
You're in charge of the candy bag, Fluttershy.
>"Oh," she says, taking the bag in her hoof and smiling
Don't make me regret it.
>"Don't worry, I won't take my eyes off your sack."
>You just roll your eyes and head over to the door
>And Fluttershy instantly gets mobbed by Pinkie and Dash
>Heh, well, that worked out
>Open the door
>It's the mom and those kids that you threw up on earlier
>And they're with two members of the Royal Guard
>None of them look happy
>Just then the mom points at you
>"That's him! He's the one who assaulted us."
>One of the kids immediately starts crying
>"He ruined my Nightmare Night, mommy!"
>Oh boy
>You take on an innocent look and place your hand over your heart
What? That's crazy. Do I look like the kind of guy who would do such a thing?
>The guards look past you
>They see a den of squalor, a 'baguette' on the floor, three mares all huddled together in the back, one of them with a huge welt on her forehead, another one covered in blood
>Then they see Princess Twilight, stuffed in a garbage bag, with a ball gag in her mouth, struggling to get out
>You smile innocently
>"Yeah, you're all going to need to come with us," the guard says

what do?
********
Those guards probably shouldn't interrupt Twilight's royal orgy.

This. And the mom assaulted you first anyway, you were just having a grand 'ol time until she barged in your house and started being a massive party poop.

Exactly.
*********

>Well, you're boned
>You might be able to get away if you turn on your heel and make a mad dash for the backdoor
>Maybe toss Fluttershy over your shoulder and hope she crashes into them once they start chasing you
>If you're lucky you'll remember to grab the wagon first
>Twilight would make a great hostage
>Then again, being stuck in a room with Midnight for who knows how long would probably drive you to ram Twilight's horn into your frontal lobe
>"Please stand aside, sir," one of the guards says. "We must secure the safety of the princess."
>You're utterly frozen and can't think of anything to say
>Luckily, you weren't alone: you had Mike Tyson
>"But you can't take her right now," Rainbow Dash says, now hovering by your side
>"And just why is that?" the guard says sternly. "I understand you're her friends, but we have procedures that have to be followed up on in these cases."
>"Well, can't you forget about your procedures for today?" Pinkie says, jumping in. "You're supposed to pretend to be some pony else on Nightmare Night, anyways."
>"The reason we ask," Fluttershy says, as she crawls in between her friends, "is because Twilight isn't exactly feeling herself at the moment, and she needs our help immediately if we want to make her feel better."
>Both guards look incredulously from the wagon-bound Twilight to the four of you
>"But she's all tied up!" one says
>"That's cause, um, she's a danger to both herself and others, at the moment," Fluttershy says
>"Yeah!" Pinkie says. "She got possessed by this big scary demon named Midnight Sparkle, and we're just trying to make sure she doesn't try to drag any pony else to hell with her."
>Everyone on the other side bristles at this
>"What?!" the guards' cry
>Nice one, Ponk
>Soon one of the guards shakes himself free from any confusion
>"Look, none of this matters right now. We're here on official business."
>He gestures towards the mother, who is holding her chin up considerably, since hearing the word 'business'
>"This mare has filed a report saying that she and her children were assaulted on these premises, and her's helps support a number complaints we've received tonight, concerning both the noise and the safety of this residence."
>"Did you know that there are numerous bear traps on the path leading to your door?" the other guard asks you
Uh . . . What was the question?
>"I said--"
>"Make him turn that noise off," the mom says, her nose wrinkling in disgust
>Just then all your features harden in an instant
>Even your demon boner somehow gets harder
>Nobody--I repeat--nobody insults Metal Machine Music in your presence, on Halloween, and gets away with it
>You give the mom a Clint Eastwood-squinting stare, and then roll up your metaphorical sleeves
>The music changes
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sGX6JRXpwrQ
>Huh, guess you must've taped over parts of this
>But still, you're ready to get yourself out of this
>Compared to some of things Fluttershy has put you through, this will be cake
>"Sir, we're going to need you to lower the volume on whatever it is you're playing," one guard says
I'm afraid that I cannot do that.
>The guards regard you for a moment, their brows knitting
>"Sir--"
I can't do that because it's not my music.
>"Isn't this your house?"
For the moment, it actually is not. The princess and I made a verbal agreement days before in which it was agreed that I would give her full use of my property to do as she pleases with.
>You turn and make a grand sweeping gesture, with your gloved hand, to the squalor, to the blood, to the bondage--to everything
This is simply the results of our agreement, with which I have found no reason to complain about thus far.
>"And what about the bear traps?" one guard asks
They're necessary to help keep the ever-growing population of rats down to a manageable level.
>A fat blood-soaked rat scampers across your feet before running over and squeezing itself under the couch
>The guards' eyes widen
>The mom shrieks
>Flutteshy coos
>"What a cutie."
>You start pacing, trying to keep your mouth running
Now as for the talk of possession, that's a very simple explanation. See, it's all simply a part of our role-playing.
>You stop with your back facing them all
Yes, the ropes, the squalor, the blood--it's simply all a part of our group's role-playing.
>You spin around on your heel
And I'm afraid that you're all interrupting us at the moment, much like she did.
>You point at the mom
>"What?!" she says, angrily folding her ears
See, she came in here unannounced and just started yelling at me about something or other. It was very upsetting.
>"Well, she says this all happened on your front step, not inside," one guard says
A complete lie. And I have four unbiased witnesses who can attest to that.
>The mom scoffs and shakes her head
>"I only saw the yellow mare, and he was screaming at her like a maniac," she says, flabbergasted
To be fair, Fluttershy is the real maniac.
>Fluttershy starts pouting
>"Wait," the guard says, turning to the mom, "you didn't include this mare in your report."
>She scrunches her muzzle
>"I didn't think it was necessary! He threw up blood on me and my children!"
That was simply a fear response that I have, and it's actually a perfectly natural human thing to do when startled.
>"And what about the other human who fell on top of us?!" the mom says
He was an uninvited guest. I've never seen him before tonight.
>"You said his name was Danny DeVito!"
I said he looked like Danny DeVito, but the man disagreed and called himself Frank Reynolds.
>"Where is this man now?" one guard asks
I think he said something about going under a bridge, but I didn't hear him properly.
>One guard shakes his head and then reaffirms his stern front
>"Look, nobody is in trouble yet, but we do need to all go back to headquarters so we can get all the sides of this story."
I really don't think that's necessary.
>"It is," he says. "Now, please free the princess so she can come with us."
>You lock your jaw, knowing that every part of your story is going to fall apart once he hears Demon Twilight start to go on about dicks
>Demon Twilight herself seems pretty excited at the turn of events
>Or she's at least still thrashing around
>"Is she all right?" the guard asks you
>Before you can think of anything to say, one of the kids starts whining about being tired
>The other guard leans down to the kid's eye level
>"If it makes you feel better, you'll all get to ride with Princess Luna back to Canterlot."
>"Sir, I asked if she's all right?" the guard watching you says
>Just then inspiration strikes you
>You act nonchalantly as you bend down on one knee next to the wagon
Oh, she's probably just upset that her orgy is finished.
>Following that, you can feel the cold silent second that strikes everyone in the room at the same time
>You cover your mouth with the tips of your fingers
Oops! I wasn't supposed to say that. Oh well.
>The guard stutters for a moment before asking you to repeat yourself
Well, this is kind of embarrassing, but I'm afraid that what you all see here, well, it's all a part of Twilight's scheduled Nightmare Night orgy.
>You look over your shoulder and see that the guards are sharing wary looks
>Fluttershy, Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash just look confused
>The mom is trying to cover all her kids' ears
>You wiggle one of your ears towards Demon Twilight
Huh? What was that, Twily?
>You bend down and press your ear against the ball gag in Demon Twilight's mouth
>Pretend to listen for a little bit
Oh, I see.
>You rise and look at the guards
She says that Princess Luna was also originally supposed to have made it here. Would you two happen to know what's keeping her?
>One guard opens his mouth slightly, then closes it
>The other clears his throat
>"She, uh, did say something about wanting to meet with you all," he says
>"Yeah, she seemed pretty insistent about it, too," the other says while giving his buddy a fearful sideways glance
>Thinking on this, one guard swallows nervously while the other starts shaking all over inside his armor
>Looks like this kind of thing has happened to them before
>Granted the whole orgy thing was kind of a longshot
>But you knew that anybody whose job it was to spy on the dreams of others had to be a secret perv
>Then again, it seems like all the ponies you come across are horny little monsters anyway
So it sounds like she was indeed set on coming then. Well, what happened? Was she just too busy to make it?
>"We didn't know you were all here!" the guard says, before his buddy stuffs his hoof in his mouth
>"What he means is that we had been looking for you, per Princess Luna's wishes, while she partook in all the night's festivities."
Well, almost all of them.
>The guards' eyes shrink in their heads
>You turn your head and let out a short sigh
I guess if we're done here, I'll just untie Twilight so we can all go back to Canterlot.
>"No, don't!" the panicked guard says, ripping his friend's hoof out of his mouth
>The other guard, taking pains to act composed, says:
>"What he means is that, well, there's no need for you all to stop what you're doing."
>The mom's jaw drops
>"What?! Are you seriously--"
>The guard jams his hoof in her mouth, then smiles broadly at you as though to say that everything is fine
>"Look, we're sorry about this. We'll find the princess for you, wherever she is, and send her after you. Okay?"
>"Yeah, we can do that. Only please don't tell on us!"
>"Yeah, I don't want to be punished again! My wife still hasn't forgiven me for what happened last time."
>"Ex-wife," the other guard corrects
>You hum and pretend to consider it for a moment
>The clock reads ten-fifty-eight
>You're not sure if you actually have the time to wait and see if Princess Luna might be of any help
>But still, these guys seem like they're ready to do anything you want them to right now

what do?
********
Go get Zecora for the orgy.
********

>You cross your arms and sternly regard the two guards
Alright, here's what's going to happen. First, get rid of that mom and her kids.
>They both nod and say they'll do so right away
>The mom is about to complain, until the guards pull their lances out
>They begin descending on her
Uh, non-lethally, guys.
>They pause
>Then, in unison, they go: "Oh."
>This is enough to make the mom and her kids run away screaming, with the mom pushing herself ahead of all of them
>Huh, she's a mare after your own heart
>The guards look to you for approval
Good job, guys. We couldn't have an orgy with all those kids around.
>They both give you odd looks
Uh, I mean . . . at least not this time.
>"Oh, that's what you meant," one guard says, nodding his head
>"I actually prefer it when there aren't any children, too," the other agrees
>"Yeah, less crying that way."
>They both start chuckling and playfully hitting each other with their elbows
>You force a smile
Yeah, sure. Anyway, if you don't want us to tell on you, then you'll help us go get one more member for the orgy.
>"I was wondering why you kept calling it an orgy when there were only five of you," one guard says
>"That's actually called a quint-some," the other says
You two can have the honor of pulling the princess along behind us. And for God's sake, don't let her escape. She'll try, cause she's into that, but don't let her.
>They both salute you and then take their positions at each side of the wagon, one of them even going so far as to waggle his eyebrows seductively at Demon Twilight
Oh, and you guys will also have to flip the tape over to the other side whenever they run out.
Alright, let's head out.
>You take the lead out, followed by Fluttershy at your side, Ponk and Dash in the middle, and the two guards at the rear, with the wagon
>Fluttershy taps you on the thigh
>"Um, do you think it's such a good idea to bring those guards along?"
Fluttershy, we're going on a quest on Halloween. If one of us has to die, let it be the lesser players.
>"Oh . . . Should we at least go back and turn off your lights?"
>You look back at your house, with its front door wide open, and all the lights on
Nah, it looks spookier like that. Let's just keep going.
>"Yeah, it's not like we got a lot of time," Rainbow Dash says
Good point. So I should probably ask this before we go much further.
>You turn around and regard everyone
Where exactly does Rhymin' Simon live again?

*********
Tell the guards the orgy will be moving to Zecora's and to send Luna there. Proceed with the previous plan

We already loaded up the cart and everything

Flutterbutt should be able to get you to Zecora's place.
*********

>"In the Everfree Forest," Pinkie says
>Oh, alright, that's only--
>All the way on the other side of town!
>The music stops
Seriously?! We'll be lucky if we get there with more than ten minutes to spare!
>"Yeah, I know, that's why I've been trying to keep us moving," Dash says, rolling her eyes
>"It's not like there hasn't been a sense of urgency all this time," Pinkie says, shrugging
You know, you bastards all could've been a lot more specific.
>"I, um, thought you knew where she lived," Fluttershy says
Why would I know where someone I hate lives?
>You shake your head and try to stay focused
Man, fuck this. We've got to keep moving. And where are the tunes?!
>You turn over to the guards
Bitches, turn the tape over!
>They jump and then immediately start fumbling with your Walkman
>Hear them hit play
>. . .
>Nothing
>Sigh deeply
>"Uh, it ain't working," one of them says
I can hear that. Is it in backwards?
>". . . I don't know."
>You facepalm
>"Don't worry, we've got this!"
>You're worried
>Turn around
>See one of the guards is actually taking the batteries out of your Walkman
>The other has his lips puckered, and his face is bent down by Demon Twilight's
>Yeah, Fluttershy might've been right about these guys
Flutters, I'm going to have to go back there. Have some candy ready for when I get back.
>And soon enough . . .
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=43fsO2q_Hw4
>Everyone covers their ears again
>You sigh in contentment
Much more relaxing than the still of the night. Flutters, candy me!
>She doesn't respond
>See she's seizuring again
>Shrug and pick up the sack yourself
Alright, everyone, onward and yonward!
>Everyone groans and follows you forward, with Dash struggling to pick up Fluttershy along the way
>Eventually you leave the outskirts where you live and enter into the heart of town
>The streets are silent and the windows of every house are dark and sleepy
>All the colorful decorations that are out, all the grotesque smiles of the skulls and Jack o Lanterns, have been shaded grey by the cold night
>The wind blows between the dead alleys, picking up the brittle fall leaves in their breezes and pushing them against the ground, scratching up the dirt
>In other words, it's actually spooky out
>Fluttershy is actually looking all around, her body shaking all over
>You tap the back of her ear, making her jump
Isn't this great? Don't you wish Halloween was always like this?
>"I'm g-g-glad that y-you like it, I suppose. . . ."
I just wish the trick or treaters were still out. But that's just not how it works, though.
>You cross the bridge and arrive at town hall
>On the wood stage, built off the deck, where the mayor gives speeches, you see a row of lighted faces
>They're Jack o Lanterns, and all of them have unique, professional-looking designs carved into them
>Some of them are the faces of ponies you recognize, some of them are picturesque scenes you'd normally find on canvases, some of them are just fucking terrible
>Seriously, some of these Jack o Lanterns look like they have downs
>A closer look finds that all of them have some kind of ribbon attached to them
>One of the downs-looking Jack o Lanterns has a ribbon that says 'Participation' on it
>The guards stand at each of your shoulders and breath down your neck while looking at it
>"Woah! This one's weird looking."
>"Kinda looks like your ex."
>". . . It does."
>Aren't these idiots supposed to be watching Demon Twilight?
>You roll your eyes and push them out of the way
>Luckily, Demon Twilight hasn't gone anywhere
>In fact she's been staring at the same Jack o Lanterns you've all been looking at
>Her eyes are so focused on them that you can see the little flames from inside the pumpkins' mouths dancing within her dark pupils
>"It's nice," Fluttershy says, "but I still think our pumpkin would have won first place if we had found the time to enter it."
>You turn and see Fluttershy and Pinkie admiring a pumpkin, carved to depict the mayor's face
>"I guess there's always next year," Pinkie says, shrugging
>"You guys were going to enter the mayor's pumpkin carving contest?" Rainbow Dash says, coming over
>"We sure were," Pinkie says. "The last few we made would've won for sure."
>Wait, so that's what all those Jack o Lanterns Pinkie was making were for!
>And she was going to enter those in a contest!
>Just then they all notice you watching them
>Fluttershy folds her ears
>Pinkie just smiles shrewdly
>"I'll tell you more about it later, Dashie."
>Fucking ponies
>Eventually you all gather around the town hall bulletin board
>Pinkie reads off the names of the various holiday events that have taken place tonight
>"There's a dance at the community center. Oh, the schoolhouse is having a carnival. 'Come and see The Scarecrow Filles!' That sounds fun."
>"Um, I don't mean to interrupt," Fluttershy says, "but should we be concerned about this poster that says 'escaped convict'?"
>Pictured on said poster is an enormous bear of a Changeling, with a jagged horn that's as long as your arm
>'Wanted' it reads, 'as a suspect in the disappearances of five young mares, and for beating to death a substantial number of Manticores in a time when they were not in season.'
>"Huh, guess I missed that one," Pinkie says
>"Says here that we should be keeping an eye out for him here in town," Rainbow Dash says
So there's a murderer running around right now?
>The guards both start to snicker but stop themselves
>"Oh, it's just, he did way more than just murder those girls."
>"Yeah, the posters of him in Canterlot go into a lot more detail."
>"It's also in color."
>"Really kinda painterly. I like looking at it when I'm on patrol."
>"Yeah, it really helps cheer you up when the weather starts to get cloudy like it is."
>You look closer at the bottom of the poster
>It actually looks like there was more written down but it got ripped by someone towards the bottom
>Also, this Changeling dude has some fucked up teeth
>He's only got two of his top fangs left, both of them on the left side--and even those are way too yellow and green to be healthy
>They look like those two ears of corn that you lose sometime during the Superbowl barbecue and eventually find weeks later under the couch, when they're already all covered in mold
Is there anything in that Canterlot poster that says why this guy never seems to have been to a dentist in his life?
>"Nope," Pinkie says. "But it says here that Applejack's corn maze is going until midnight. Oh, wait, in parenthesis it also says 'only if Granny is still awake'. But look, Trixie's Death-Defying Marvels of Magical Mystery show is going all night."
>One of the guards groans
>"It's impossible. Princess Luna could be at any one of these events."
>"Uh, most of these have got to be over by now," Rainbow Dash says
>"Then she could be anywhere!"
>"Well if she's at any of those fun events," Pinkie says, "then we'll find her by going down either one of these roads."
>She points ahead towards two different roads
>One is straight and goes deeper into town
>That'd take you by the community center and the schoolhouse
>The other road has a bend in it, and it takes you along a path that's just outside of town
>You'll have to go through Sweet Apple Acres this way, and you'll probably see Trixie's show
>"They'll both take us to the Everfree Forest, too."
Alright then, this is simple. Me, Fluttershy, Pinkie and Dash will go one way.
>Before you can finish, the guards both gasp and fold their ears
>"You're splitting us up?" one says
What? No, I'm just sending you away from us.
>"But I thought you wanted us to help you," the other guard says
And I've changed my mind about that very quickly, mostly because you've both only disappointed me with your performances so far.
>"But, um, you should be glad that you ever tried at all," Fluttershy says
>She brushes herself up against your leg and looks up at you
>"After all, it takes a special kind of pony to be able to please my man. Doesn't it, hubby?"
Don't touch me, Fluttershy.
>"O-Okay . . ." she says, slinking away
>The guards' lower lips are trembling
>You resist the urge to glare at them, if only because you're sure that it'll make them cry
Look, we're both going to be meeting at Rhymin' Simon's anyway, so it's not like I'm getting rid of you guys for all that long.
>The guards look at each other for a moment
>Then they both sigh and halfheartedly agree with you
>". . . Yeah, I guess," one of them says
Good.
>You turn and regard the two paths before you
I'm going to call these 'the country path' and 'the city path', respectively.
>Now, which path should you take?

what do?
********
Take the city path. That way you can avoid the maze and Trixie's show altogether. And if you run into the murdering changeling, just chainsaw it into submission.

Well if AJ's still up she might be able to help out, the country path doesn't' seem all bad.
********

I think we should go--
>Dash jumps in front of you
>"We should go further into town, since it's faster!"
>You push her out of the way
It's called 'the city path', you idiot.
>"Who even cares?"
Also, I'm the one who decides. And I say--
>"I think we should go the other way," Pinkie says while raising her hoof
>And while jumping on top of your back for a ride
Ah! Get off!
>Try to shake her off but she holds on tight, giggling all the while
>Hear Fluttershy sigh
>"You really need to teach me how to do that sometime, Pinkie," Fluttershy says
>Stupid banana horse
>Can't she just fly?
>Oh God, do not put those kind of ideas in her head
>You pick Pinkie up by the scruff of her neck and hold her out in front of you
Did you not hear me? I'm deciding.
>"But I think it's a good idea to go my way. We can get Applejack to help us."
So? It's not like we need any apples.
>"But apples go great with candy! Hello, caramel apples?"
Be quiet. I'm deciding.
>"Besides, Pinkie, it'll take too long," Rainbow Dash says
>"No it won't," Pinkie says
>She tries to turn around to look at Dash but you hold her
Look, it doesn't matter. I'm--AH!!
>Pinkie uses the tip of her hoof to poke you beneath your armpit, right where you're ticklish
>You drop her immediately
>"I gotta remember that one," Fluttershy mumbles to herself
>Goddammit
>Then Pinkie immediately turns towards Rainbow Dash and says:
>"Dashie, I have a feeling that we'll find Princess Luna if we go my way."
>"But we're trying to save Twilight here, not Princess Luna!" Rainbow Dash screams
>"It'll be easier to do that if more of our friends are with us."
>"It would be easier to do this if you weren't with us!"
>Pinkie knits her brow
>"Well maybe you're right after all, Rainbow Dash. And maybe it would be easier if you weren't with us!"
>"What?!" Dash says, her eyes popping wide open
>After this they get in each other's faces and start butting heads, both of them glaring at each other
>One guard raises his hoof
>"Uh, guys, aren't we going to be late for the orgy?"
>Hate to say this, but he has a point
>You turn over to Fluttershy
Aren't you going to step in and stop them?
>She doesn't answer you
>Look down and see that she somehow managed to slip your demon boner out from your zipper
>You catch her with her open mouth an inch away from the head; she's actually breathing on it
Hey!
>She freezes while looking up at you
>Then she smiles nervously
>"I was just . . . Oh, these aren't my glasses--this is your cock! My mistake."
>She forces a short laugh before tucking your demon boner safely back in your pants
>You keep glaring at her until she lowers herself down by your feet
>"I'm sorry," she says, covering her head with her arms. "Please don't be mad."
>You let her lie there and shake in fear
>Rainbow Dash and Pinkie now seem to be making out--
>Wait, WHAT?!
>They part from their passionate kiss and look into each other's eyes
>"Gosh, you're so hot when you get all steamed up, Dashie," Pinkie says
>"I can't help it," Dash says. "Seeing those cute little pink cheeks of yours when they light up, it just does things to me."
>They both giggle and then go back in for a second helping of each other's tongue
>Well . . . that's new
>The other guard sees all this and raises his hoof
>"Can we just have the orgy here?"
>And they're still dumb
>At least that hasn't changed
>Unfortunately
No. I'm still choosing the way. And I choose . . .

********
city path is probably the best choice

Apples
Apple Path

City path sounds great, if only to avoid having to listen to Trixie
********

We're going down 'the city path'.
>It's silent for a moment
>Rainbow Dash and Pinkie are still making out
>Fluttershy is still trembling on top of your shoes
>No one moves
>You look to the guards
Hear that? You fags can take 'the country path'.
>They both shrug
>"Okay," one of them says
>Yeah, that's right 'okay'
>They better not try to start shit with you
>"We'll meet you at Rhymin' Simon's later for the orgy," the other says
>Eh, it sounds weird when he calls her that
Actually, her name is Zecora.
>"Oh, okay."
>"Well, we'll see ya."
>"Yeah, take care, and try not to blow your load too early."
>They both start down their path
>But you realize something
>With a heavy sigh, you call them back
Uh . . . guys.
>They turn around
>"Yeah?" one of them says
I'm gonna need you to give back Twilight.
>They both blink, then look down at the wagon they were still pulling along
>"Oh . . . right."
>They let her go and then keep on going
>Hear one of them muttering about how it wasn't fair that you got to travel with all the girls
>He probably isn't even aware that, when it comes to these girls, he just described your personal hell
>You watch the guards fondly until they disappear around the bend
Yeah . . . they're both gonna die tonight for sure.
>You kick Fluttershy to the side, then go and pick up the handle of the wagon
>Demon Twilight is surprisingly still right now, but she'll probably start being difficult again soon enough
>You jerk the wagon forward
Alright, let's go, you little dick machine.
>Start pulling her back to the others, who are all still distracted in their ways
>You stand over Fluttershy, who's still trembling
>Fake a gasp
Oh no, my cock fell out!
>She looks up, and is immediately disappointed
Come on, you little dick machine, we're leaving.
>She gives you her hoof and you help her up
>Now you just have to stop the gay that's going on between Pinkie and Dash
>You find that, to your surprise, they're both already up, separated, and ready to receive orders
>They've even wiped their mouths of each other's spit and fixed up their manes so there's not a hair out of place
>"So which way should we go?" Pinkie asks you
>"Yeah, hurry up and decide already," Rainbow Dash says
>Yeah, they're just going to act like nothing's happened
>And you know better than to call them out for it
>You look directly at Ponk and say that they're all taking 'the city path'
>She smiles and starts jumping in place
>"That's great!" she says. "I love the city!"
Sure you do.
>You roll your eyes and Ponk and Dash trot ahead of you
>Even Fluttershy takes up the initiative faster than you
>"Hurry up," she says, looking over her shoulder at you
>You purse your lips and watch as she gets far ahead of you
>Sigh heavily
Don't tell me to hurry up, you stupid summer squash horse.
>Pick up the wagon handle and start trudging along behind them
>They occasionally turn around, calling out to you to hurry up
>And you probably should, but you're in too bad a mood to oblige them
>As the moon rises it keeps getting harder to see them
>Their bodies are silhouettes and their features are only faintly visible impressions, as though they're masked in nylon
>You wonder what time it is
>Flashlights and a wristwatch, those would've been nice right now
>Maybe you should take some of the candles out from the Jack o Lanterns
>You stop in the middle of the street and look back to see how far away they are
>There's only one problem: None of the Jack o Lanterns are there anymore
>You rub your eyes and then look closer
>At least, you can't see them like you could
>But you should be able to see their tiny lights from where you are
>So did something happen to them?
>Did someone move them?
>Then something touches your thigh
>You jump before realizing that, of course, it's Fluttershy
>She flinches, then brings her hoof up to her mouth in concern
>"Oh goodness. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."
Nah, that's good. Gets me in the spooky spirit.
>"Well, um, you should probably come up and join us. Rainbow Dash found a shortcut."
>Huh, already?
>Wait, what about the Jack o Lanterns?
>You look again
>End up doing a double take when you see that the little lights are all back
>Like they never left at all
How the hell . . . ?
>She touches your thigh again
>"Are you okay? You look nervous."
>Something weird is going on over there
>"Hey slowpokes, we haven't got all Nightmare Night here!" you hear Dash yell from up the street behind you
>"Yeah, come on!" Pinkie shouts. "And make sure to bring the candy!"
>"Are you sure you're all right?" Fluttershy asks
>She looks back in direction of town hall and, with a tremor in her voice, asks if you see something over there

what do?
********
Stop being a pussy and follow Dash down the shortcut. You have the Metal Machine and a chainsaw and at least two of you know how to use it

This.
********

>You look down at Fluttershy's pathetic spooked self
>Man, you can't start acting all scared now
>You want to end up like her?
It's nothing, you big baby. Come on, let's go.
>"Oh . . . okay."
>You start heading up the street
>"I was only scared because you were."
Wasn't actually spooked, though.
>"You looked like you were."
S-Shut up.
>The two of you keep going
>Up ahead you can see Dash and Pinkie are at the end of the street
>Both are standing before a big black gate, which is the only entrance to the large fenced-off space ahead
So what'd they find?
>"Well actually, the reason I came back is because I'm not so sure about Rainbow Dash's shortcut."
You know we're trying to save Twilight's soul here, and before midnight.
>"I know. But, it's just . . ."
>She points up at the sign over the gate
>'Memorial Pastures of Ponyville Cemetery'
>Oh . . .
>"Yeah, this way, we don't have to go all the way around," Dash says. "This'll take us right to the schoolhouse."
>"B-But we don't know what's in there," Fluttershy says
Cutting through a cemetery on Halloween.
>You nod to yourself
Bad ass. Let's do it.
>"All right!"
>"Oh no!"
>"Did you bring the candy?"
>"Holy shit balls! It's a rabbit!"
>Okay, that wasn't anyone in your annoying group
>Look up the street to your right
>See someone swaying around at the end of it, slowly trying to stumble your way
>"You want to go over my bridge, you gotta pay the troll toll!"
>Oh . . . it's Danny again
>And he's in his underwear
>He's not going to become a regular thing from now on, right?
>"I'm going to get you, wabbit!"
>Rainbow Dash squints her eyes and looks closely his way
>"Is that another human . . . ?"
>"Oh, yeah, I've seen him before," Fluttershy says, sighing
>"Wowie!" Pinkie says. "Guys, we've gotta go say hi."
Pinkie, wait.
>But she starts running up the street to meet him
>"Hi, I'm Pinkie Pie, and I've gotta throw you a party!"
>Frank jerks his head up
>His slobbery jaw falls open when he sees this pink pony trotting right at him
>"Oh shit! Another one!"
>He reaches into the front of his underwear
>Heh, guess she's going to be the one getting an egg this time
>Frank pulls out his pistol
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WKFIDLMliHo
>Oh fuck
>He pulls the hammer back and points it right at Pinkie
>"You ain't gettin' my soul, wabbit!"
Pinkie! Get back here now!
>"Huh, why?"
>He fires a shot
>It hits the ground right before Pinkie's hooves
>Thank God he couldn't keep his arm straight
>All of Pinkie's mane stands on end as the shot echoes through the streets
>She screams and trots back towards you all
>"What was that?!"
It's his pistol. I forgot that he's always got that thing.
>Frank burps then starts stumbling towards you all
>"I may be tripping balls, but that don't mean I can't shoot the shit out of you guys for messing with me!"
>He fires another crooked shot
>It ricochets off the wall five feet in front of you
>Hear the bullet whiz past your ear
>Your heart seizes and you freeze up
>Fuck, okay, don't go into shock
>Escape, gotta escape
We're going through the cemetery!
>"We can't!" Dash says
>Great
Why not?
>"I can't open the door!"
>See Dash is struggling with the door, with her boxing gloves on
>Please God, kill her first
Dash, take your fucking boxing gloves off!
>"It's locked, stupid!"
>She shows you the apple-sized padlock that's keeping the door shut
>There's another shot
>It whizzes right through Fluttershy's mane, cutting some of it off
>She blinks, then jumps into your arms and starts screaming
>Frank, now about ten feet away, straightens up and points his gun right at you
>"I'll teach you to skip out on emptyin' the chamber pot, Charlie!"
>Man, why couldn't you be Dennis?!

what do?
********
Chainsaw the door down.

This. Chainsaw that lock off and charge through the gate. If need be, chuck Fluttershy at Danny too distract him before he can get a good shot off.

Danny is drunk, just tell him there's a giant buff changeling with crappy teeth behind him!
********

>A distraction is needed
>You point behind Danny
Holy shit! There's a huge black dude with no teeth behind you!
>His eyes go wide
>"Duncan, why are you out from under the bridge?!" he says, turning around
>While he's distracted, you lift Fluttershy up over your head
>She tenses up, knowing what's coming
Fluttershy, it's time for you to be useful again!
>"Oh, not again!"
Fly, bitch!
>Toss her at Danny
>She ends up wrapped around his head, screaming and holding on for dear life as he thrashes around
>Then Pinkie jumps up onto his back
>"Woohoo! Two piggy back rides in one night!"
>"P-Pinkie, stop it, y-you're pushing me off!"
>"Get off of me! I can't get aids this way!" Danny screams
>While they keep him distracted, you grab the chainsaw out from the wagon
>"What are you doing?" Dash says
Dash, hold the gate still while I chainsaw it down.
>"Uh, I don't think that--"
Just do it!
>"Fine! Jeez!"
>You pull the rip cord and start up the chainsaw, revving it a few times
>Dash, meanwhile, flies up to the top of the gate and holds the door steady
>"Look, just be careful not to hit me, okay?"
>You bring the blade down on top of the padlock bolt
>Sparks fly up and hit Dash between the legs
>""AH!! What did I just tell you?!"
It sounded like 'blah blah I'm a big pussy' to me!
>"Speaking of, you're scorching mine right now, dude!"
>You flinch from the sparks and turn your head away
Sorry, Dash, but I'm not stopping until--
>There's a sound of metal snapping and you feel the chainsaw jerk forward
>You did it!
>Lift your eyes up
>See the chain has snapped off
>And it's whipping back
>Right towards your face
>Feel a slight breeze as the chain shaves off your right eyelashes
>Then it flops down and dangles from the naked bar
>You blink twice, then quickly check to make sure you didn't just get yourself into a Big Boss situation
>Your eye is fine
>Sigh in relief
>Then another shot goes off, and the chainsaw flies out from your hand
>"I ain't missing my luau because of you, Charlie!"
>The girls are still pulling down on Danny, and Fluttershy is still covering his face, but he's got his pistol pointed your way again anyway
>You start up a little dance, trying to stay out of the way of Danny's unsteady aim
Fluttershy, you're supposed to be keeping him from shooting me!
>"I'm trying! He's drooling on me!"
>"And you owe me a new chainsaw!" Pinkie says, her head popping up over Danny's shoulder
You needed a new one. That one couldn't even cut through the lock.
>She scoffs
>"It's not supposed to. I was using it to carve pumpkins, remember?"
Well if a chainsaw can't solve all your problems, then it isn't a very good chainsaw, is it?
>You stomp over and pick up the chainsaw again
>Some kind of fluid, thick with fumes, drips down onto your pants
>See there's a big bullet hole in the chassis
Whatever. I'm still chainsawing this door down.
>"Isn't it a gate?" Dash says
Whatever!
>You pull the cord
>The starter makes a brief clicking noise and then stops
>Keep pulling the cord until you're red in the face and there's a knot beneath your right shoulder
>It's still broken
>Your anger builds up until you're ready to explode
That's it!
>Turn towards the door
>Lift the chainsaw up over your head
Chainsaw. Door. Down. NOW!!!
>You throw the chainsaw
>It smacks against the bars and makes the gate clatter a bit
>Then the top left hinge squeaks with rust and breaks suddenly
>One of the doors falls down slightly
>The weight from the door leaning down bends the other top hinge until it also breaks
>Both doors fall slightly forward and come to rest at an angle
>The weight bears down on the bottom hinges until they also squeak and break
>You jump back just as the gate comes crashing down before your toes
>A mist of dust floats up to your eyes in a cloud before diffusing into the air
>Then everything settles
>No one says anything
>Then Pinkie gives a short hum of affirmation, right next to you
>You jump when you see she and Fluttershy are standing by you
>"Guess my chainsaw is better than you thought, huh?" Pinkie says, nudging your leg with her elbow
Wait, what happened to Danny?
>"He fell asleep," Pinkie says, pointing off to the side
>See he's passed out, face down in the dirt and snoring
Huh . . . ?
>"Oh, and I found my glasses," Fluttershy says as she adjusts Danny's glasses so they sit straight on top of her muzzle
You . . . just straight up stole those.
>"I can always give them back later."
Either way, bad ass.
>"Thank you," she says, blushing. "So now can I see y-your d-d-d-d--"
>"We also snagged this bad boy!" Pinkie says, reaching into her mane
>She pulls out the pistol, and ends up inadvertently aiming it right at your face
>Hear the hammer click forward
>You blink slowly, still staring down the barrel
You almost just killed me right there, Pinkie.
>"Whoops! I didn't mean to do that," Pinkie says, closely scrutinizing her new toy
>Snatch it our from her hooves
Yeah, I better hold on to this.
>"Okay. I'll go take a look at my saw you broke."
You'll have to do that while we're on the move.
>"Now you're talking," Dash says. "I already got everything packed again."
>You see something over by Frank
>Go over and pick it up, braving both the foul stench of booze and the stale odor of balls that surrounds him
>It's a full magazine
>Full of candy corn
>You load it into the pistol anyway
>Then you go and take up the wagon with your other hand
>For some reason, Fluttershy put the glasses on Demon Twilight
>They kind of look good on her
>You and your party head starting heading down the dirt road that leads into the cemetery
>You're soon surrounded by the cold lawns where the dead rest beneath dirty tombstones, eroded mausoleums, solemn grey statues, and plaques that lay covered by overgrown weeds
>The wind whistles through the bare branches of dead winter trees that are alive only by the cawing crows that sit there and fluff their bodies up for warmth
>Occasionally the wagon's wheels will squeak, and you'll hear the tinkering sounds that come from Pinkie's chainsaw repairing
>But there's certainly no talk
>Somewhere in the distance you can hear some sprinklers running in their back and forth rhythm
>They match your footsteps sometimes
>Just then you hear Pinkie trot up to your side
>"Oh, sprinklers! You think we have time to run through those?"
Probably not. How's it going otherwise?
>"Bad news. I don't think the chainsaw is going to work anymore, at least not all the time."
So is it broken or not?
>She shrugs
>"You can try to start it, but there's not guarantee it'll work. At least I got the chain back on. . . ."
>She smiles really hard after saying this, as though to cheer you up
>You just purse your lips
I really liked that chainsaw.
>"Hey, I got the chain back on. Do you know how hard that it is to do without any tools?"
>You don't really care but you let her have a Kit Kat anyway, if only to keep her from any grousing
>Eventually your path comes to an end
>The road splits off to the left and right
>You're faced with going through one of the graveyards, and walking among the graves, if you want to keep going straight
>"We should just keep going forward," Dash says. "It's the fastest way out of here."
>"If we do that, then we better make sure to leave some candy behind," Pinkie says
We're not wasting any of my candy.
>"But it's bad luck to go through a graveyard without leaving anything on a grave."
I've honestly never heard of that before.
>But this night has been full of bad luck so far
>And Pinkie doesn't seem like the type that would part with candy unless she had a good reason
>Fluttershy has been oddly quiet, given the circumstance
>Look and see that she's about five feet away
>There's a crow that's sitting on top of a tombstone, cawing at her
>She's nodding her head slowly and saying things like "Oh" and "Oh dear"
>Roll your eyes
>Why do you even pay any attention to her again?
>She eventually comes back
>"Um, I think I should say something."
>You're about to tell her to shut up when Dash asks her to keep going
>"Well, I was just having a chat with Corvus over there," she says, tilting her head back towards the crow
>She pauses and starts biting her lip nervously
Fluttershy, hurry up.
>"He says--"she gulps"--he says there's a white stallion wearing gold that's lying on the ground over there."
>She points in a direction that's slightly in between the right path and the graveyard that you were going to go through
>You can't see anyone from where you are, though
>Dash flies up and looks out in that direction
>"I can't see anything!" she calls out from the sky
>She comes down shortly after
>"Just what do you mean by lying on the ground?" Pinkie asks, a grim look on her face
>Fluttershy sighs
>"I mean he's . . . not alive."
>Her and Pinkie both fold their ears and shiver
Well, a white stallion wearing gold, that sounds like it could be one of our guys.
>Man, you didn't think they would get killed that fast
>"That's not all," Fluttershy says. "He also said that he was--um, I'm sorry--that he was not still in one piece."
>"W-What do you mean by not still in one piece?" Pinkie says
It means someone tore him all up.
>"Woah!" Dash says, her eyes widening
>Fluttershy swallows a lump in her throat
>Pinkie, now trembling all over, grabs Fluttershy and holds her close
Alright, so there's a dead body in the cemetery, and it's been mutilated--and we might know him.
>They all nod slowly, a bit wary of where you're going with this
That totally sounds like something that we should . . .

what do?
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Straight path. The quicker you get the fuck out of that graveyard the quicker you avoid whatever fucked up the guard.
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Yeah, fuck that. We should get the hell out of here.
>All three of them breath a sigh of relief
>Like, man, you're not crazy
>That serial killer dude probably killed him
>Really hope this pistol of Frank's can shoot candy corn like they're bullets
>Fluttershy turns to the crow after it caws
>"Um, you don't have to take us. But thank you for warning us."
We're leaving without you, Fluttershy.
>She looks and sees that you and the others have already entered the graveyard
>"Oh, um, right? Huh?"
>She turns to the crow again as it starts cawing
>Eventually she comes back
>"Corvus says wishes us safe travels on our journey."
Yeah, that's great.
>"He, um, also said that we should be careful of the giant tree that dropped off the stallion."
>Oh boy
Yeah, we should walk and talk while you tell us just what the hell that is.
>"I'm not sure. But he said that it was a large tree, made up of vines, and with a big orange fruit for a head. Oh, and it was glowing."
>"It sounds like a monster," Pinkie says
>"I think we can take it," Dash says
>"I think we better leave some candy behind, just in case it gets hungry and starts looking for food," Pinkie says
Pinkie--
>"I don't want to be the food!"
>She wrestles the candy bag away from Fluttershy and starts leaving behind a trail of Tootsie Rolls
You know, you're pretty much leading it right to us by doing that.
>"He'll be so full by then that he won't want to eat us."
Whatever. Just don't give him anything but Tootsie Rolls.
>"Where do you think the monster could've come from?" Fluttershy says
>"Probably the Everfree," Rainbow Dash says
Yeah, or maybe from closer than we think.
>You point over your shoulder, with your thumb, back at Demon Twilight
Thing is, back at town hall, I thought I saw those Jack o Lanterns moving on their own. And dick loving over here was staring at them pretty intensely the whole time we were there.
>"But she's been so weak all this time," Dash says
>"And Corvus didn't say anything at all relating to dicks," Fluttershy says. "Though he did say that he found the stallion, um, tasty?"
Yeah, well, I'm starting to think that maybe bringing a demon named Midnight Sparkle outside, when it's almost midnight out, might not have been a really good idea.
>Everyone is quiet for a moment
>"What do you mean?" Fluttershy asks
>Demon Twilight's eyes turn bright white
>"Fools!"
>A bright shaft of light shoots out from her eyes, breaking the glass in her glasses, and pierces the dark veil of clouds up in the sky
>An otherwordly, vibrating hum shakes the ground
>Soon littler shards of light begin raining down everywhere
>They pierce the ground and then disappear, leaving only an eerie glow around all the tombstones surrounding you
>The all-pervasive humming shakes your entire body and the light travels behind your eyes
>Tears burn your vibrating eyes and you fall to your knees
>Just when you can't take anymore, everything stops
>You open your eyes; everyone in your group had huddled up against your legs in the confusion
>You all warily look around
>Nothing's happened
>Even Demon Twilight is still all tied up
>You take a moment to collect yourself before rousing the others
>You all regard each other a moment
So uh . . . what was that about?
>"I . . . don't know," Dash says
>"It sure was scary, though," Fluttershy says
>"I'm just glad we're all okay," Pinkie says, patting the hoof that's resting on her shoulder
>With a rotting ripping sound, the hoof falls off into her lap
>You all look over her shoulder
>See a zombie is hugging her
>She freaks out and punches it back
>It's head flies off
>And then she initiates the huddle again
>You look around
>All around is the sound of breaking soil
>In every direction, you see the hollowed-out eyes and decaying forms of the walking dead
>They moan and creak and scream as they all shamble towards you
>"DIE!!!" Demon Twilight calls out

what do?
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Book it out of there! Zombies are slow and frail, you're fast and meaty. They can't catch up to you!

This! Book it the fuck out and get to Zecora's!

Rhymin' Simon awaits! 

Note to self: remember to compliment Twilight on her superb work in making this Halloween extra spooky, after this all blows over
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>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=osaz0SrDtHQ
>You all freeze up for a moment before you shake yourself out of it
Hey! Get the fuck up! We gotta run!
>You rouse everyone up and push them forward
Run, dammit! RUN!!!
>Just like sheep they scream and run in the direction you point them in
>Dash, of course, hovers over all the zombies like the top cunt she is
>Until a half-rotted pegasus with skeleton wings body-slams her back down to the ground
>You kick away the zombies nearest to you, grab the wagon and then join them in heading for the hills
>Together you all zigzag between graves and sprint up rolling green hills
>You push yourself forward, sprinting until your cheeks burn and your tired lungs go numb
>You double over as your burning legs go limp, no longer picking themselves up but more like flopping forward with noodle elasticity
>Each hoarse gasp of breath taints your burned throat with the surrounding smell of wetted ashes, floating off from the fetid shambling corpses and clouding around your eyes
>All this while you're also sidestepping and jumping past lumbering Romero zombies
>And trying to dodge the Tootsie Rolls that Ponk is tossing over her shoulder
>"Here you go every-scary-pony! You don't have to eat us now when you've got all these yummy sweets around!"
>Like, you're glad she remembered to grab the candy, but does she have to keep hitting you in the face with them?
>If these zombies even understand her, then their grim, oozing rotted-out faces don't show it
>And there are dozens, maybe even hundreds, to tell this by; one for each of the hundreds of disturbed graves all around you
>The zombies you push away now are starting to fall back against a crowd
>They're starting to surround you, to push you all into one small space and trap you like cattle
>There's just a small crowd of a dozen that now stand between you and the summit of the biggest hill yet
>It's so big you can't even see over it
>And the zombies that are on it are still trying to dig themselves out from the dirt
>"Hurry, the exit's just on the other side of that hill," Dash says
>The heavy crowd of zombies converges before you all, blocking the way
>Everyone halts, practically skidding across the ground to a stop
>You're completely surrounded
>As they close in on you, the zombies all begin moaning in a pattern
>"Uhhh uh Uhhhh!"
>It's only interrupted by the cawing coming from the crows that sit and watch from the nearby trees
>There are only two weak links in the circle of swarming zombies that's around you all
>One is in the dozen of zombies before you
>The other weak link is directly behind you
>There are only a dozen zombies there too, even though you were almost surrounded when this whole thing first started
>In fact those zombies behind you aren't even moving forward
>They keep dropping themselves down onto the ground, like they're looking for something
>They've all made a neat little pile of themselves so far
>So much so that even the crows are watching them
>"What are you guys doing?" Dash says. "We've got to keep moving. We can plow right through these zombies if we do it together."
Yeah, or we could all get swarmed and eaten while you fly away.
>"You got a better idea?" Dash says
I'm thinking, I'm thinking . . .
>Just then your Walkman stops
>Everything is silent
Oh, I've got it! It's completely crazy, but it might just work if we all . . . work together.
>You spit out a bad taste that comes up in your mouth
>"Wait, I've got an idea, too," Fluttershy says
>"So do I," Pinkie says
Well, those might be better. Mine involved dancing.
>Dash sneers
>"Dancing, seriously?"
>Pinkie and Fluttershy gasp and turn towards you with bright eyes
>"Dancing!" they both shout
>You cringe
I might've made a mistake here.

what do?
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I'm pretty sure I know where dancing goes, but I kinda want to see Shy's plan.

I was gonna suggest chainsaws, but lets hear Shy's plan first, and then decide between her plan, Thriller or L4D
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>"We're not dancing!" Dash says firmly
>Whatever
>You weren't really sure if you had put "Thriller" on there or "Beat It" anyway
Alright, I hate to say this, but, Fluttershy, you're our only hope.
>She squees and jumps into your arms
>"I won't let you down."
>Oh, she already has
>Then she steals a quick smooch off of you
>You toss her onto the ground and start spitting out a taste that's even worse than the stale air of rotting zombie flesh
>Man, that's the second kiss she's gotten tonight
>This really is a spooky night
>You'll have to compliment Twilight later on that, if she survives
>Fluttershy stands up in the middle of the zombie swarm
>She fluffs her wings and looks up to the skies
>Then she starts doing the chicken dance
>No, really, she's doing the chicken dance
>She's flapping her wings, and then shaking her rump, while slowly crouching down to the ground
>Then she stomps her hooves four times, and synchronizes it with her best bird call:
>"Caw! Caw! Caw! Caw!"
>You can even hear her softly singing the song underneath her breath so she keeps proper time
. . .
>If you weren't all about to die, you'd wrap your hands around her throat and squeeze her little pony neck until it snapped in two
Well, we're boned.
>Pinkie raises her hoof
>"Um, I had a plan too."
You shut up, you candy waster.
>"It was necessary!"
Whatever.
>You go over to the wagon and pick up the chainsaw
As usual, I have to save the day.
>Try to start it
>It doesn't work
>Of fucking course
>You drop it down into the wagon where it makes a crashing thud
>Then you start for Fluttershy with plans to beat your way through the zombie horde by using her as a club
>But as soon as you turn around, you have to stop and stare in awe at the sight before you
>Fluttershy is crouched down on the ground, and is surrounded by a thick whirlwind of cawing crows
>She rises up from the ground, a solemn expression on her bloody face as you see her open up her eyes
>Man, this is probably the most bad ass you've ever seen her
>She can never know you ever thought that about her
>Her head sinks a bit into her shoulders and she timidly raises one hoof up to her chest
>"Um, I'm sorry to be a bother, but do you crows think you could help my friends and I out by, um, eating all these zombies?"
>She waits for a moment
>"Oh, I know you're scavengers. It's just, it would really help us out. I could come out here every weekend and leave you all some yummy birdseed if you do."
>After a moment there's a hearty assent of caws and chirps from all the crows in the birdy twister
>The circle soon widens until the birds are flying all around the four of you
>Any zombies that try to break through are attacked by angry crows
>They peck and tear at the faces of the zombies and easily rip off pieces of their rotting flesh
>Feathers and cold strips of flesh fly through the air, which is noisy with caws and the distressed moans of the dead
>Soon the zombies surrounding you are all too busy fighting off the crows to keep closing in
>The three of you look all around in awe for a moment before Fluttershy flies down to meet your gazes
>She gives herself a small moment to beam before straightening up and saying:
>"We should, um, probably go now."
>"Awesome job, Fluttershy," Dash says, flying past her
>"Yeah, you're a regular crow whisperer," Pinkie says
>She looks up at you proudly
>Try not to seem impressed
Good job not getting us killed.
>"Thanks," she says, blushing
>For you that's practically a compliment
>Damn
>You meet up with Dash, who's stopped for some reason which can't be at all good
>"We still have to break through," she says
>She points at the dozen of zombies that are still in front of you
>But they're too busy fighting off crows to notice any of you
>"Any ideas?" Dash says
Yeah, I've got one.
>"Really? What is--"you grab her by her tail and pull her down
>"AH!! What are you doing?!"
Just implementing the plan you suggested earlier.
>You carry Dash underneath your shoulder and point her towards the zombie horde
>Her ears fall flat
>"Oh crap . . ."
Zoomed! Words!
>Using her as a battering ram, you charge through the zombies, knocking them down like bowling pins
>You push forward, bumping and punching the distracted zombies, with Dash's head, like you're caught in a mosh
>At the first sliver of an opening, you jump through to the other side of the crowd
>Fluttershy and Pinkie, who's pulling the wagon along with her tail, follow you out
>You look up the hill and see that the zombies there still haven't risen fully out of the ground
Looks like we made it in time. Good job, Dash.
>". . . Girugamesh . . . ?" she says, her eyes crossed and derpy
>Sling her up on your shoulder and start up the hill
>It takes a long time to climb
>At some points the incline is so steep that you're almost crawling up
>Eventually you reach the top
>Stand up and turn around
>The zombies and crows all look like ants from up here
>Then you turn the other way and see that the zombies on that side all look like ants too
>In fact they look like a lot of ants
>Hundreds of lumbering, flesh-eating ants that are all coming your way
>Oh, but past all that you can see the gate that leads out of here
>Glare down at Dash
You said that the exit was just on the other side, not five football fields away.
>"Troll line: everyone beyond this point has been trolled," she says, her eyes spinning around in her head
>She's still kinda derped
>You share despairing looks with everyone else
We're going to need a lot more crows.
>"There aren't any more, though," Fluttershy says
Yeah, I figured. I was just trying to think of a bitching line to say.
>"Oh."
>Meanwhile you can hear all the zombies are still chanting
>"Uhhh uh Uhhhh!"
>It's starting to sound like they're trying to say something, but you have no idea what
>Gotta find a way out of here
>You look to the right and see that someone left a shovel over by a locked mausoleum
>You point it out
Pinkie, go get that. It might be useful as a temporary replacement for the chainsaw.
>You look at the wagon
And the way out is mostly downhill.
>Feel a tap on your thigh
>"I hate to take one of the things I find, um, sexiest about you and make it into a negative . . ."
>She blushes so hard that you can see it through the dried blood on her face
>You can still see it when she starts hiding behind her mane
Get to the point.
>"Well, it's just, aren't you too big to ride the wagon down?"
Yeah, that could be a problem.
>But there has to be a way out
>Fluttershy's got her crows, and she's good with rope
>Dash has got her speed, and she fly pretty well while carrying things (even with boxing gloves on)
>Ponk is like the wildcard, so who knows what she can do
>You've got a pistol, a faulty chainsaw, a Walkman with Metal Machine Music (and other stuff that you've taped it over with), Spooky Spells, Twilight's dick journal, a Demon Twilight, and a sack of candy
>It's time to MacGyver a solution
>Or do something completely crazy

what do?
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Stand on top of your battle chariot, "U.S.S Wagon", while your trusty steed, Rainbow Dash, pulls you into battle.

With the Metal Machine Music blasting and wielding the shovel like a baseball bat forged by the gods themselves, nothing can stop you. You might not have been good at baseball back in the human world, but you're sure one of those zombie heads will hit a homerun today.

...or you could figure out what the zombies are trying to say, but where's the fun in that. Twilight raised them, so it's likely just dick chants and you're NOT about to give them the dick journal
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>The zombies are beginning to crowd at the bottom of the hill
>Some of them are already halfway up
>Meanwhile you're stretching your good arm, getting ready for the battle ahead
>You're going down the hill, zombies be damned
>If you're lucky, you'll take some out with you before you crash and eventually get ripped apart
>The girls tried to talk you out of it, of course
>Well, except for Dash, but she's been too busy whispering to herself and giggling for over fifteen minutes now
>Might have to whack her in the head later and see if that fixes her
>"Okay, I'm finished," Fluttershy says
>The wagon, which is faced downhill, now only carries your Walkman and speakers, Frank's pistol, Twilight's dick journal, and the Spooky Spells book
Alright, let's see if this works.
>With one leg on either side, you hold yourself up over the wagon and then slowly ease down into it
>Your weight bears down on it greatly but the wheels don't sink into the ground at all
>So at least the wagon will be able to still roll with you on it
>The sides of the wagon pinch your ass pretty tight, though
>Fluttershy leans her face down close by your seat and pokes your bulging ass fat
>"Oh, your rump doesn't fit all the way. It looks like I was right about you being too big."
S-Shut up.
>Hold out your hand
Ponk, shovel me.
>"Okie dokie. But I think I better hold onto the candy."
>Et tu, Ponk?
Y-You too.
>Shovel in one hand and pistol in the other, you bring your legs in and then press your feet against the front of the wagon
>Your Walkman and speakers sit between your legs, and the two books are underneath you
>And Twilight's dick journal is really riding up your ass
>Which is not only annoying, but it also kind of makes you feel weird
Alright, the U.S.S. Wagon is ready. Position the Dash.
>The others pick Rainbow Dash, your trusty steed, up off the ground and move her to the front of the wagon
>Fluttershy ties Dash's tail in a knot around the wagon handle
>Dash doesn't seem to mind or even notice
>She's too busy mumbling "You're the Man Now, Dog!" repeatedly
>After much struggling, Fluttershy finishes tying Demon Twilight's tail to the rear axle of the wagon
>Yeah, those are purple eyes that are looking up at you with fear
>You're just hoping that the garbage bag will help ease up on any damage the dragging might do to her
>You notice Fluttershy is sidling up to your side while pretending to look the other way
>She falsely "Eeps!" when she brushes up against you
>When she turns to look at you she brushes some stray hairs out from her eyes
>"Oh, I didn't see you there," she says, awkwardly forcing a laugh
If you're trying to force us into having a moment or something, then you're failing.
>She looks down a sighs
>"I know. I mean, I figured I wouldn't. You've never liked me before, even when we weren't all about to face certain doom."
>She turns around
>"Sorry. It's just, I hope we all make it out okay."
>She walks past you
>You're silent for a moment
>Then you take in a deep breath and try to stay focused on what must be done
>Look over your shoulder, back at everyone
Okay, is everyone ready?
>Fluttershy nods as the sky behind her fills with crows
>Pinkie starts up the chainsaw with one pull, then smiles at you
>Don't look so smug, Ponk
>She then gives Fluttershy the candy sack and whispers some instructions to her
>Of course she has to find a way to waste candy right before you all face certain death
>A second later Pinkie approaches you and offers you a Reeses
>"Enjoy it while you can."
>You all take a moment to eat your individual pieces of candy
>Then Ponk dumps the entire sack of candy out on the ground
>"Trust me on this," she says when she sees your angry expression
>The crows all start swooping down onto the pile and picking up pieces of candy
>Then they fly out in a flock, hovering closely over the heads of the zombies closest by
>The few dead there look up to the sky
>Should probably go while they're distracted
Alright, we're moving out!
>"I'm ready!" Pinkie says
>"Me too, I mean, that is, if you're ready, then I guess I'm--Eep!"
>Between you and them, the soil breaks up
>Two grey rotting arms raise themselves out from the upturned dirt
>Soon the dirt all around you starts breaking up
>Feel something smack against the bottom of the wagon
Let's go! I'm starting up the Dash, stay close behind me.
>Oh, you almost forgot
>You put a tape in your Walkman and press play
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HF2N9q2QM-4
>Ah, bliss!
>Feel arms wrap around your body from behind
>Fucking Zombie!!
>Just as you're about ready to smack it with the shovel you hear another "Eep!"
>Oh, it's just . . .
Fucking Fluttershy! What are you doing?
>"You said to stay close behind you."
>You didn't mean this close
Flutters--
>Hear a moan come from right next to you
>Turn and see a zombie is rising up, with its hooves on top of the wagon
>With its head right by your leg, it bares its black decaying teeth
>Fuck, you're too late!
>Just then Pinkie brings the chainsaw down on both its arms
>She saw right through them in a second and leaves them laying with you in the wagon
>Then, aiming for the neck, she decapitates the zombie with one swing
>All over your face you're sprayed with bits of cold flesh and coagulated blood
>At least your mouth wasn't open
>Wait, why do you taste dead skin?
>Pinkie looks down at the headless corpse and says sorry
>Then she turns to you
>"Guys, we gotta go now!"
>Fluttershy squeezes you tighter
>Groan
Fine, you can stay, but don't pull me off.
>And you mean that in more ways than one
>Time to put Dash in drive
>You slap her on her flanks
I'mma Firin' Mah Lazer!!
>She rears and then starts screaming
>"OOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"
>She trots forward and, with a quick jerk, the wagon follows her down the hill
>You quickly pick up speed; the wind blows your hair back and whips against your frozen cheeks and blue lips
>The incline is so steep that you have to lean back just so you don't go somersaulting over Dash
>You can hear Demon Twilight being dragged behind you, flopping up and slamming down as she goes over bumps
>And you're not sure, but you think Fluttershy is standing on top of her, like she's a board
>Either way, she hasn't fallen off yet, and her hooves have moved down enough to where she's cupping your demon boner
>You'd backhand her if you weren't sure that it'd take you all down
>Dammit, this must've been her plan all along
>When the wagon starts biting at her heels, Dash opens up her wings
>She extends her arms forward and starts flying
>She pretty much just turned on the turbo
>You can't even hear anything else besides the wind whistling in your ears
>While the roller coaster ride is exciting, your grip on the shovel tightens as the zombies get closer
>A few yards down, and fast approaching, six rotting bodies shamble on into the direct path of the wagon
>You've got heads to knock
>You get a few practice swings on the way down, the blade audibly slicing through the wind
>You look forward
>Here they come!
>Dash bends her head down and plows through the crowd
>They fall and break to flying pieces, like a shotgun exploding a grapefruit
>You swing the shovel, slicing through the barrage of body parts, batting away all the split bones and rotten chunks of meatstuff
>Little flecks of the stuff splatter onto your numb cheeks and sneering lips
>But you're too focused on the next small crowd that you're barreling towards
>Dash bows her head down, charges right through the crowd, and starts up another round of the ol' smash and slash
>By the end of this one you can feel the gelatinous chunks start to get stuck in your hair
>But the speed, the wind, the cold clocking of flying zombie parts--its all exhilarating
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J7py_7ke--4
>There's a zombie lunging for you at the side
>You twist your whole body with your swing and feel its head get knocked clean off
>The headless body falls down into the path behind you
>Holy Shit!! This is awesome!
>Yeah, you wanna destroy!
>You drop the pistol between your legs
>Bring your feet in and then crouch down in the rocking rolling wagon
>Slowly, you rise unsteadily up
>Bring your right foot forward and plant it on the front of the wagon
>Widen your legs into a power stance and lean forward to steady yourself
>Fluttershy manages to hang onto your waist, too, and she flies behind you like a flag
>You stare down the next upcoming crowd of zombies
>Lift your shovel up and wave it around behind you, like a batter getting ready for the pitch
>Dash rams through them and sends more heads and chests and limbs flying at you
>Knock them all to fuck all while screaming in manic glee
>You feel fucking invincible
>Spit some chunks out from your mouth and face the path again
>Except there's nothing there
Come on, then! Come out so I can stomp ya.
>Despite your insistence, no zombies come out
>You come upon the massive flock of crows
>Watch as they fly over the graves all around
>Little pieces of candy rain down on top of the shambling zombies
>The zombies stop for a moment before flopping down to the ground
>And this is happening everywhere
>They aren't advancing anymore
>Even their chant has changed
>"Uhhhh Uhh!"
>Your shovel slips down off your shoulder and dangles limply between your legs
>What the actual fuck is going on here?
>Look back to see if Pinkie is at least chopping some flesh
>See she's being closed in on by a dozen zombies
>But she looks happy
>And upon closer inspection, they aren't actually attacking her at all
>Then you watch as she reaches into her mane and pulls out a hooffull of Tootsie Rolls
>Wait, those are your's
>That bitch was hoarding on you!
>But you forget about that when you watch as she carefully places a piece of candy in each of the zombies' dangling mouths
>That's when it all starts to make sense
>These zombies don't want your flesh
They're trick or treaters!
>These rotting dudes are your people!
>And you've been killing them, again!
>Another crowd gathers as you approach the bottom of the hill
>But they aren't trying to stop you
>They're just lining up to see if you'll give them any candy
>And you're going to plow right into them
No, wait!
>You yank back on Dash's tail
Dash, stop! Hey!
>"There are no brakes!"
>Damn, that won't work
>See her lower your head
>The crash is inevitable
>You swallow a lump in your throat and raise your shovel
I am so sorry for this. . . .
>Dash smashes into the crowd, completely obliterating them
>You stare upwards as a fine mist of dead skin and globs of cold blood rain down on your little war wagon
It turns out that the real monster . . . was man!
>You sigh, then look forward at the gate, fast approaching
>Well, at least you finally made it to the exit
>Just then, up ahead, a dozen little lights start to flicker and come alive
>In the center of them all, right in front of the gate, you recognize the mayor's glowing face, carved in orange
>Other familiar-looking Jack o Lanterns illumine themselves and appear from out of the dark
>There's a giant creaking sound, like an enormous redwood falling down, that cuts through the wind as the Jack o Lanterns rise up off the ground
>Their huge bodies, made up of thick green vines, stand taller than the gate
>And they're completely blocking the only way out

what do?
********
Take a moment to solemnly ponder your decision to go on a killing spree, instead of giving the zombies the benefit of the doubt, and hearing them out first, before brutally demolishing them.

Contemplate if this has all been worth it, if all the horror you have committed on this evening has gone too far. Twilight has been possessed by dick demon. You scarred a mom and her kids. Your good 'buddy', Frank, is lying dead or unconscious outside the cemetery gates. You went on a murderous rampage of innocent little zombie ponies, just because of how they looked. You sent off the two guards to meet their untimely demise.
All this, just to have your twisted idea of fun. Was it worth it? Was it, really?

Yes, yes it was. And since the strategy of murder and rampage have been serving you well so far, you don't see a reason to stop.

Before you stand pumpkin monsters. But behind you; behind you stands a ponk pone, with a chainsaw, and an unreasonable mastery in carving dicks out of pumpkins.

This. These pumpkin fuckers aren't gonna get any of your precious candy. Carve those fuckers a new asshole in the shape of dicks.
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>Obviously they're some kinda demon pumpkins that you'll have to kill
>They for sure will want to kill you if you don't strike first
>They already did that guard in, and all the poor guy wanted was an orgy
>Did he really deserve to die for that?
>Like you knew he was going to bite it; it does kind of come with the night and all
>Everyone knows that you never split up the group
>If he'd known better, or at least listened to you summarize a few episodes of Scooby-Doo, he probably would've lived through the night
>And you were the one who sent him on his way, despite knowing what would happen
>As fun as a spooky Halloween is, death lasts longer than any holiday
>And what about the fun of everyone else?
>Halloween might be your favorite holiday, but it's not just your's
>Twilight just wanted to help you make things spooky, and she ended up getting possessed
>You ruined Halloween for those kids you threw up on
>Like, they already have a bitch for a mom, and then you go and do that to them
>This was probably one of the few days they could even tolerate their miserable existence for just a few, sweet, candy-filled hours
>You probably could've helped Frank out somehow too
>It's not like he's a monster or anything--well not literally
>You've just been too selfish tonight to think about anything but your own kicks
>Even the zombies ended up being Halloween lovers just like you, and you killed them because it was the first thing you thought to do
>You just know they could've been great bros
>What is it that makes you act like such a dick sometimes?
>Maybe if you had just a little bit of that pony nonsense about love and friendship in your mind, then you might've acted differently
>You might not have ruined your life, or gotten what few friends you have in a life or death predicament
>You might've even had a better Halloween
>All you had to do was try and share your fun with the few who tolerate you enough to actually reach out once in a while, and not try to hoard it all for yourself
>Aren't the best memories always the ones where everyone is happy, not just you?
>It's worked for these ponies so far
>Maybe it could work for you too
>. . . Then again, it's not called 'treat or treat'
>It's 'trick or treat'
>And it's not like these ponies don't have enough friendship to go around already
>You offer something different, after all
>Maybe it's dangerous sometimes, but being nice all the time never got rid of all the danger in the world
>You got into this your way
>And that's how you're going to get out of it
>Why should giant murderous pumpkin creatures from hell get friendship anyway?
>It's pumpkin carving time!
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N5bnolukcuQ
>You pick up your gun, point it up, and then let two shots fly
>Look up and see Ponk soaring headfirst through the air, her chainsaw held in her tail
>She opens up her mouth and catches both candy corn bullets
>Then she flips forward, somersaulting through the air until she's got the chainsaw in her hooves again
>With the saw held over her head, she brings it forward as she flies into the first Jack o Lantern
>The pumpkin screeches as orange chunks arc over Pinkie's head and splatter down onto the ground
>Like a pink blur, she zips around all the other heads, slicing and carving and leaving a multitude of glowing orange dicks in her pink path
>By the time you come to a stop at the foot of the giants, they're all wearing new and unique kinds of dick faces
>Ponk carves the last dick and then jumps down next to you all
>She's covered in flecks of orange goo and has pumpkin seeds stuck in her mane
Good work, Ponk.
>She smiles
>The giants all start turning towards each other, all of them checking the other out
>It's then that you can hear them talking, telling one another in deep voices what kind of dicks they have
>"Your's looks like a dick."
>"Woah! So does your's!"
>"Really? Sweet."
>Eventually they all lean down towards you all
>"This is fantastic work you've done, pink mortal. You truly know your dick stuff."
>"Wow, thanks," Pinkie says, blushing
>"And to think, we were going to make you all fight to the death and then drag your dead souls down to hell."
>"Huh, really?"
>"Yeah. It seems so crazy now, right?"
>Meh, not really
>But he doesn't need to know that
>"And you," says a pumpkin that has your dick on his face, "we were watching you blast down that hill. That was sick, man."
It was pretty cool.
>Just then Dash starts shushing you
>"Can you keep it down? I'm trying to nap here."
>Actually, she's standing straight up; but she does keep nodding off
>She looks like hell, really
>She has a pinched face, and her mane is covered in zombie guts
>And little red drops start dripping out from her damp folded ear
Is . . . is your ear leaking?
>Dash blinks, barely comprehending the question
>Then she falls over onto her side
>"That's hardcore," says a pumpkin with a big hairy stallion dick on his face
Might have to get her to the hospital after all this.
>She starts snoring like a bear
>A pumpkin with a barbed rat dick on his face points at Demon Twilight, who's still tied to the wagon
>"What happened to that one?"
>You didn't notice before he pointed it out, but Twily ain't looking so good anymore
>By now her eyes have fully turned up inside her head, the whites of them colored a filthy red
>Her face is a sickly pale pallor and has broken out all over in oozing sores
>Even with the gag, you can hear her labored demonic wheezing
>"She looks like she has to take a wicked dump or something," says ol' rat dick face
>"Man, remember how that used to feel, taking a sweet fat dump?" says the pumpkin with your dick
>The other pumpkins all nod and start happily sharing stories about gnarly dumps they took
>You'd love to stay and hear all their stories but you still have to go do zebra stuff
Guys, we'd love to stay and chat, but we got an exorcism to do before midnight. It's kind of important, or else we'll lose the soul of the princess of friendship to some faggy dude named Midnight.
>The pumpkins all stop talking
>"Dude," the one with your dick says, "have you got Midnight Sparkle in there?"
>"You mean Spergle, right?" rat dick says
>"Yeah, totally."
>All the pumpkins start laughing
>Demon Twilight looks pissed

********
Idk if your still taking suggestions but I think it'd be wise to ask these pumpkin bros how to exercise spergle from Twilight.
********

>Your pumpkin bros start talking more shit about Midnight
>"If that's Midnight then I ain't surprised you got that ball in her mouth."
>"Did she try and tell you about the Barbie universe yet?"
>Demon Twilight flops up like a fish out of water
>"Fools! If I had succeeded in taking over the Barbies I would've been all powerful!" she screams
>. . .
No you.
>"HA! You're alright," says the pumpkin with your dick on his face. "This guy's alright."
Thanks. You guys think you could help us out with this whole possession thing?
>"Hey, if it means pissing off Midnight, we can try. Ain't that right, guys?"
>The other pumpkins all shrug and agree
>The pumpkin with your dick carved on him, who you've decided shall now be named Your Dick Face, bends down over Demon Twilight
>"Now first thing's first, does your friend here have a soul?"
I would assume so . . . ?
>You look to the rest of your group, who all look just as confused as you
>Turn back to Your Dick Face
You mean people really do have souls?
>"Well, some do and some don't, as I'm sure Midnight could tell you. Dumbass has dragged people without souls to hell before."
People can end up in Hell even if they don't have a soul?
>"Technically, yes. But they won't stay long."
>Wow, so they get to leave
>There goes the whole conflict
>"So if Twilight doesn't have a soul, then she's not really in any danger?" Fluttershy says
>"Eh, she won't be Spergle's slave for an eternity, at least," says Your Dick Face
So what happens to her instead?
>"She'll explode."
>Fluttershy and Pinkie both gasp
>You purse your lips
That's a problem.
>"Yeah, it always happens to anyone without a soul that ends up in Hell," says Your Dick Face. "And we've seen it happen to those Spergle brings in more than anyone else."
>"And it's usually right in the middle of her 'You will Experience Dick Torture for the rest of Eternity!' speech," says Rat Dick Face
>"Yeah, you should see her face when she realizes she's fucked up," says Horse Dick Face. "It just screams 'surprise butt sex'!"
>The other pumpkins agree that it's hilarious
>Then after a moment (Fluttershy started crying) they do a one-eighty
>"Oh, but we'll try to make sure it doesn't happen this time," says Rat Dick Face
So how come some people have souls and some don't?
>"Beats me," says Your Dick Face
That's helpful.
>"It's not like you get all the answers handed to you after you die. I'm a summoning demon, not a possessing one. Yeah, there's a difference."
Then why did you even ask us if she had a soul when you can't even find out for yourself?
>". . . Look, I'm just trying to help. Spergle isn't going to want to take your friend if she finds out that she doesn't have a soul."
So even Spergle doesn't know if Twilight has a soul or not?
>"Well, this is Spergle we're talking about here, not exactly the picture of competence."
>"You know how many times she's ended up killing her host before full possession takes affect?" says Rat Dick Face
>"One of the times she was actually an infant," says Horse Dick Face. "She got trapped in a plastic grocery bag, then fell in a sink full of water--and she still knocked the toaster in with her."
>It's starting to make sense how you've been able to live so long through this night
>You turn and address your group
Alright, who here thinks Twilight has a soul.
>"I would say that, um, yes, she does," Fluttershy says
That doesn't help.
>"I know. It's just, I don't think it would be very nice of me if I said no."
The opposite is more true, considering the situation.
>"But she has to have a soul, silly," Pinkie said
>She grabs the dick journal and opens it to a random page
>"I mean just look at these dicks. That's art! You can't be a sellout and still be this good."
>"And you would know!" says Rat Dick Face
>Pinkie thanks him for the compliment
>"I mean it's pretty much a rule that anyone who loves dicks has to have a soul," says Rat Dick Face
>"Question!" Dash says, lying flat on her back but still raising her hoof up. "Does this mean lesbians don't have souls?"
>"Well, yeah, I thought that was common knowledge," says Rat Dick Face, chuckling along with the other pumpkins
>"Dang," Dash says, her arm flopping back down by her side. "I better start learning how to love the dick then."
>Hearing this, Pinkie and Fluttershy eagerly turn towards each other, their eyes lighting up
>"Oh, and before I pass back out," Dash says, "Twilight is definitely not a lesbian. Trust me on that."
>Yeah, you recognize that tone she had at the end there; you've heard Fluttershy use it before
>It's the old 'I definitely have tried rape before' tone, which is a mixture of shame, embarrassment, regret, and mainly frustration
>It's fitting, then, that she's dressed as Mike Tyson
>Your Dick Face looks at the journal for a moment
>"Yeah, I mean, this definitely proves she likes dicks, but she could still not have a soul."
>"Believe it or not, hell isn't actually all about dicks," says Rat Dick Face
>"I don't believe you!" Pinkie shouts
>"I don't want to believe you," Fluttershy says, "if that's alright with you."
>"I mean, we like dicks and all, and they're an essential part of Hell, but it's not everything," says Rat Dick Face.
>"But then of course you have dumbass demons, like Spergle there, who like to come up here and act a fool, making it so that everyone develops an incorrect impression of Hell as some kind of dick paradise," says Horse Dick Face
>"We demons have actually worked for years to destroy that stereotypical image of us as little red devils that are obsessed with dicks," says Your Dick Face
>"Yeah, it's offensive," says Horse Dick Face. "And, to tell the truth, it can also be hurtful."
>Horse Dick Face slumps his enormous shoulders after saying this, prompting Rat Dick Face to offer him a comforting shoulder
>Man, are all demons this gay?
Guys, focus! Is there any way at all to tell if Twilight has a soul?
>The pumpkins all look to each other for a moment, shrugging
>"How is she for organized religion?" says Rat Dick Face
Nope. Ponies are all heathens that choose to worship whoever among them has the most assets.
>Man, just thinking about Celestia's big assets . . .
>Unf!
But no religion is good, right? That has to count as a point towards 'soulless'.
>The pumpkins all halfheartedly agree
>Spergle has stopped floundering and is lying still
Any other ideas we can use for the soulless category?
>The pumpkins huddle up for a moment
>Eventually they break apart, and Your Dick Face says:
>"You got any Ray Charles tapes we can play for her, see if she grooves at all?"
Nope.
>"What about Van Morrison?"
Nah.
>"Mingus?"
I don't have anything that could be considered soulful taped over my copy of Metal Machine Music.
>"Brother, if you don't consider Metal Machine Music soulful, then you ain't mah nigga."
Motherfucker, don't even try to talk to me about Metal Machine Music.
>"Look, we all love Metal Machine Music," says Rat Dick Face
>The pumpkins all voice their assent
>Fluttershy and Pinkie share a brief look of disgust
>"We'll keep thinking about soullessness," says Your Dick Face
>The rest of you also think on it
>Does Twilight have a soul?
>If you can prove she doesn't have one, then Spergle won't want to take her anymore
>There's got to be a sure way you can find out whether she's got soul or not

what do?
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Well, you need to find out out whether or not Twilight likes dick, and Anon is the only one there with a dick... Think you may need to "exercise" the Demon from Twilight.
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>"Wait, I've got it," says Rat Dick Face. "I know exactly what you should do."
>Oh God
>Why's he pointing at you?
Okay, fine. What is it?
>"You should fuck her."
>The other pumpkins all nod and agree with this
>"Yeah, we've literally never seen Spergle get any action before," says Rat Dick Face
>Huh, wonder why . . .
>You blink
>Look back at the graying, sore-covered demonic face of Demon Twilight
>She's breathing huskily through her snotty nose, her cold breath leaving dew on the ball gag below
>. . . Yeah, that's why
>Turn back to your pumpkin bros
Yeah, I'm going to have to--
>"Absolutely not!" Fluttershy says, jumping onto you and hugging you tight
>Oh, and she's crying--and wiping her nose on your shirt
>Great, you're getting slimed either way
Fluttershy, get off me, I'm not doing it.
>The pumpkins all start grousing
>"Aw, why not?" says Horse Dick Face
Because she's fucking gross, for one. Because she's a pony and I'm a dude, because horse fucking isn't really my thing--seriously, Fluttershy, get off of me!
>You pry her arms off and let her fall down on her rump
And the last time I put my dick anywhere near her she turned her mouth into a pencil sharpener. I don't need any of my length shortened off, thank you very much.
>"A pencil sharpener?" says Horse Dick Face
>"It's true," Fluttershy says, getting up. "I'll show you."
>See Fluttershy go over and lift Twilight up before pushing her up onto the wagon
>Dash snorts briefly in her sleep when Twilight's chin slaps against her belly
>Then, baring her teeth, Fluttershy starts tearing open the Hefty trash bag near the bottom
>Man, those bags are supposed to be made of tougher stuff
>While Fluttershy positions Twilight, you turn back towards the pumpkins
Man, look what you guys did now. She's got her rape face on.
>"I like her spirit," says Your Dick Face
How would me fucking Twilight even help us at all?
>"It'd tell us whether she liked dick or not."
She has a literal journal of dicks, you've seen it.
>"Oh, so you have a better idea?"
. . . No.
>But it's not like it'd be hard to come up with one
>"Everypony look over here," Fluttershy says
>Soon Twilight's rump is exposed and raised up over the edge of the wagon
>Fluttershy digs her hooves into each of her friend's plump purple cheeks, then spreads them
>Oh, are we just willfully exposing our friends to each other now?
>Anyway, she spreads Twilight's cheeks
>And, man, if you thought Twilight's face was bad. . . .
>Picture this: a moldy puckered lemon, covered in bloody scabs, sitting over a fungus-green grilled cheese sandwich
>And the sour yellow puss cheese is still melted and stringy
>Oh, and inside that grilled cheese, is a flaming vortex, a portal to hell filled with the agonized screaming of the eternally damned
>The light from it flickers across your faces, like the cozy glow of a winter fireplace
>"Dude," says Your Dick Face slowly, "are you seriously telling me that you aren't going to put your dick in that?"
You what? NO!!
>All the pumpkins look at each other a moment
>"Why not?"
I'm surprised you're asking at all. I thought you guys hated Spergle.
>They judge her spread and shrug
>"It's not that bad."
>"Just do it, but think of it like an exercise."
You mean an exorcism?
>"Kinda, yeah."
>Man, these pumpkin bros are starting to get on your nerves
Hasn't she already done enough to my dick?
>"It's true," Fluttershy says. "I'll show you."
You what?!
>With amazing rape speed, Fluttershy flies over to you, reaches into your pants and pulls out your demon boner
>The pumpkins 'ooh' and 'aah' at your glowing red member
>Glare at Fluttershy
Man, I'd put you on a leash if I wasn't so sure that you would get way too into it.
>"Dude, your dick . . ." says Your Dick Face
What of it?
>"Isn't it nice?" Fluttershy says
>"It's been my muse recently," Ponk says
>"That looks like the dick on your face," says Rat Dick face, pointing to Your Dick Face
>Everyone else looks from you to Your Dick Face, judging
>"Yeah, I guess so," says Your Dick Face. "Except mine's not cursed."
>Everyone nods
>So do you, looking down at it
Yeah, my dick has been kind of problematic late--
>Jerk your head up
Did you just say cursed?!
>"Yeah, you're going to lose that dick, bro. Spergle's got dibs on that one."
>"That dick's getting ripped off and dragged to Hell."
>Oh God! Why?!
>"NO!!" Fluttershy shrieks
>She smooshes her weeping face against your crotch, pressing your dick against her wet cheek
>"She can't take this away from me!" she screams, rubbing her cheek against your shaft
>Demon Twilight starts laughing
>Fluttershy's tears of sorrow start dripping down along your length
>Man, fuck this
Fine. If she wants my dick so bad, then she can have it!
>https://youtu.be/4Kw-iSq7XW0?t=2630
>Push Fluttershy off
>"Huh?" she says, picking herself up
>Demon Twilight leers at you as you approach
>"So you're finally admitting your defeat to me?"
Not exactly.
>She watches closely as you walk past her
>You face her rump and position yourself
>Then you grab her tail and pull her up against your waist
>"Wait, what are you doing?" Demon Twilight says
>You don't answer
>With your free hand, you cup her cold rump, your fingers digging into the grey flesh
>See the hair along her arched back stand up on end
>"Seriously, stop it," Demon Twilight says uneasily. "I command you to stop."
>Using your thumb, you spread open her musty oozing portal
>You gag; it smells like week-old rotisserie
>But you steel your nerves
>If your dick is going to be tortured by Spergle for the rest of its life, then you at least owe him this
>While holding her open, you grab the base of your dick and slowly push forward
>Time to steer this ship in
>"Man, he's going to do it," says Your Dick Face
>"He's going to do it!" the pumpkins shout
>"Ugh! He's going to do it," Pinkie says with a look of disgust
>"Don't do it!" Fluttershy screams as she's held back by the pumpkins. "Don't do it!"
>"Don't do it!" Demon Twilight screams, trying to shake her rump out of your way. "Don't do it!"
I've got to do it. I've got to do it!
>You press the head of your dick against her horse pussy
>Just then Rainbow Dash snorts and wakes herself up
>She lifts her head up, looks down the length of her body, and sees Twilight lying on top of her--with you mounting her
>She blinks for a moment
>"Uh, what are you doing?"
Trying to exercise Twilight with my dick.
>"Oh."
>She clears her throat
>"You know you've got the wrong hole, right?"
>Look down
>See you're pressed against Rainbow cunt
>Huh, you were wondering why it turned warm all of a sudden
>Wait, that dirty cunt was Dash's!
>Demon Twilight sighs
>"Okay, you know what, fuck this."
>There's an ear-piercing scream as Twilight's eyes fill with bright white light
>Beams of light fly out from every orifice in her body
>They're filled with great energy, knocking you backwards as the ground quakes and rumbles
>Then everything shudders to a halt
>The light fades; Twilight closes her eyes, her body going limp
>The enormous bodies of your pumpkin bros shrivel up back into the pumpkins, causing them to fall down and splatter on the ground
>All the zombies that were shambling in the graveyard, searching for candy, disintegrate into dust that's blown away by the wind
>You lie dazed and flat on your back
>Eventually you hear Fluttershy call your name
>She bears down on top of you, wrapping you in an embrace
>She looks down in your eyes
>"Are you okay? Did she hurt you?"
>Answer that you think you're okay
>"Good, good. How's your dick?"
>That's what she really wanted to know
>She reaches into your pants and, for the second time in under five minutes, pulls out your dick
>"It's good," she cries happily. "It's good, look at it."
>She turns to you, laughing and holding your dick
>You're so relieved that you even laugh along with her
>"Guys, a little help?" Pinkie says
>Look and see that she's struggling to undo Fluttershy's bondage
>"We should probably go help her," Fluttershy says
Yeah, you go do it.
>"Okay."
>She then proceeds not to move or get up off of you at all
>Or even let go of your dick
>Purse your lips
Fluttershy.
>She doesn't answer
>She's looking away from you, trying to pretend that everything is normal
Fluttershy!
>She scrunches her muzzle
>"Okay, I'll go."
>She doesn't
>Your dick is freezing
Now, Fluttershy.
>". . . Okay."
>But in a flash of her characteristic rape speed, she presses your dick against her nose
>"Boop!"
>When you finally do shoo her away she turns back for a moment and winks at you, smiling
>"Now you're mine again."
>You roll your eyes
>Stupid horse
>Lie back and try to enjoy the first free moment you've had in a while
>It's finally peaceful; even the music has stopped
>The night's still young, though
>No need to end things yet
>But where do you go from here?

what do?
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Should probably still head to Zecora's to see if Twilight's okay.
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>Open your eyes
>See something flying up in the sky
>It flies past the moon
>Silhouette makes it look like it's a pegasus pony
>He's wearing some kind of robe that's fluttering in the wind behind his trail
>Huh, you wonder what he's even doing out at this time
>Sit up
>Hear an "Eep!" when you do
>See Fluttershy is sat next to you, her hoof pressed against her chest, looking surprised
You were trying to grab my dick again, weren't you?
>"No . . . maybe."
>You look up to point out the pegasus pony to Fluttershy
>But whoever it was, they're gone now
>And you just took your eyes off of Fluttershy
>You instinctively place your hand over your crotch
>Hear another "Eep!"
>Fluttershy forces a smile
>Grimace
Alright, what do you want now?
>"I just thought you would want to know that Twilight's still alive."
Oh. Well, yeah, that's good news.
>"We can't wake her up though, so we're going to take her to Zecora's anyway."
>Man, there's just no getting away from Rhymin' Simon tonight
Yeah, I guess you're right.
>Stand up
We should probably take Dash to the hospital, too.
>"Oh, no, Dash is okay."
>What?
>Look back and see that Dash is awake
>And she's on top of Pinkie in the wagon, both of them making out, and with Twilight draped over them both like a warm blanket
>Twilight actually looks a lot better
>She's got her purple color back and everything
>It just kind of looks like she's sleeping
>She snores like a bear, too
>Just watching her is making you feel tired
>You take a moment to stretch your arms
Well, let's get this last stretch over with.
>Just then you see that pegasus pony up in the sky again
>He's coming at you from a distance
Hey, Fluttershy, you see that guy?
>She doesn't answer
>Turn to look at her
>With her ears flattened, and a terrified expression, she stares ahead at the pegasus
>There's a screaming across the sky as purple flames begin to engulf the pegasus, now swooping down at you both
>A pair of red eyes, with enlarged pupils surrounded by a black aura, come through the flames
>A huge purple horse demon lands before you, surrounded by flames
>You try to run but flaming skeleton arms rise up from the ground and grab your heels
>You can't move
>The demon glares at you with her devil eyes
>"I'm taking your dick back with me to Hell!"
>Midnight Sparkle roars and then leaps towards you
>Shit! You can't move out of the way!
>Just then Fluttershy jumps out in front of you
>She starts screaming like she's in a movie
>"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
>Dammit, she's going to get possessed if you don't throw her out of the way
>But getting your dick destroyed by Midnight tackling you doesn't sound all that great either

what do?
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Let Fluttershy take the hit. If she gets possessed it’ll just mean when she get taken to hell and out of your life.

I think Fluttershy would over power Midnight Sparkle and just end up being able to use Midnight powers or something like that.

FFFFFUCK! Your right. Throw the dick journal at her. She'll posses something full of what she loves, and as an inanimate object, she won't be a threat.

Seconding throwing the journal, Midnight's a wimp anyways so even if she doesn't posses it it'll probably still stop her charge.

this is a great idea and could not possibly go wrong, at all, in any situation. I third throwing the dick journal at the dick demon.
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>"Time to Die!" Midnight screams
>"No, he's mine! I won't let you hurt him!" Fluttershy screams at her
>They face each other down in a battle over your dick
>Okay, hold on a sec here
>If Midnight reaches you, then she's going to rip your dick off
>But if Fluttershy gets possessed by Midnight, you're still going to get your dick ripped off
>Or, even worse, she might finally succeed in her ultimate goal (>rape)
>So you're losing here either way
>Looks like you're going to have to save the day, as usual
>First, you'll have to get Flutters out of the way
>Can't go for a cunt punt with these arms on you, though
>So . . .
Fluttershy!
>She looks over her shoulder
Listen to me very carefully . . .
>Crouch down
>Then bring your fist straight up into her crotch with all your might
>"Eep!"
>She shoots up into the air, arcing over Midnight before somersaulting through the flames
>Yeah, that's your uppercunt!
Get the dick journal, Fluttershy!
>Man, she's your last hope
>Your dick is as good as dead
>See Ponk leap up over the flames
>The dick journal is in her mouth
>When she soars over your head she spits it out towards you
>Raise your hands towards the falling journal
>Okay, you may have been the biggest disgrace of your little league baseball team
>But for God's sake, you need to catch this!
>Once it's in range, your hands go for the journal
>It slips right through your fingers
>And the spine bounces off your forehead, so that the journal rebounds off of your face
>And lands right in your hands
Fuck yeah! Saved it! Way to go, wildcard!
>Pinkie beams
>"Woohoo! Wildcard!"
>She flies out of sight and you soon hear a loud thud, followed by several branches breaking
>You face Midnight, who has now halted
>Glare at her while holding the book forward
>She smirks
>"Is that your great defense, mortal? A lewd journal?"
Go ahead, come at me, bro!
>"I'm in no hurry."
But it's almost midnight.
>"I can destroy you at any time I like."
Not if you can't reach me.
>"And you think that book is stopping me?"
It did stop you.
>"No it didn't."
Pretty sure you're stopped right now.
>"I am, but it's just to mock you."
You're scared of this journal. Just admit it.
>"I am not scared of--"
>Pretend to toss it at her
>She flinches, then glares at you when she sees you're still holding it
You're pathetic.
>"No, you."
>She flares her wings, fanning the flames around her and sending embers swirling up into the night air
>She's going to charge at you again
>But this time you're ready
>The second her front hooves leave the ground, you throw the journal
>It goes flying like a frisbee right at her
>And it flies right over her head
>Midnight laughs
>"What was that?!"
>Yeah, your pitching was always worse than your catching
>Just then messy-maned Dash pokes her head through the flames
>She wipes her wet mouth with the back of her arm
>Yeah, you don't think her mane is a mess from the fire
>"Hey, where's Pinkie?"
>She sees the journal spinning towards her and her eyes go wide
>Please, please, catch it!
>She reaches out for it
>With her boxing gloves still on
>Goddamn it . . .
>She ends up smacking the book further up into the air
>Fucking Dash; guess she's only good for going fast, having an empty head, and being gay
>Midnight's razor-sharp teeth and evil eyes fill your vision
>Well, you're dead now, mostly by your own hand, but Dash helped, too
>Huh, you always thought you'd be saying that about Fluttershy
>And with that you start mentally reading your dick's last rights, whatever they may be
>But then, over Midnight's shoulder, Fluttershy flies up into the air
>She glares your way
>"Hey, Spergle!"
>Midnight stops, her eye twitching slightly
>She turns fiercely, but Fluttershy keeps a steeled face
>Fluttershy fixes her in a firm stare
>"You know that his dick belongs to me."
>Midnight chuckles lowly
>"Then I guess I'll just kill you first!"
>"You can't, not when I have this," Fluttershy says, presenting to her the journal
>And just then it slips out from her hooves
>"Oh dear . . ."
>Goddamn it . . .
>"An opening!" Midnight shouts
>She flies at Fluttershy
>Fluttershy then catches the falling journal in the curl of her bent tail
>Using her tail like a racket, she launches the journal right into Midnight's face
>Midnight puts on the brakes but soon realizes it's too late
>Hear her sigh
>"Oh dicks . . ."
>One of the journal's corners smacks her in the eye
>There's an all-pervading scream as Midnight's eyes fill with bright white light
>In the blink of an eye, the flames dissipate and Midnight is gone
>The journal falls to the ground
>Now free from spooky scary skeleton arms, you walk over and pick it up
>Flip to the last page
>There's an ink drawing of a furious Midnight there, much like the one in the Spooky Spells book, that only takes up a quarter of the page
>Fluttershy, Dash and Pinkie, who has twigs sticking out from her goopy mane, all gather around to look at the new drawing
>For a while nobody says anything
>Then, off to the side:
>"What in Equestria was all that?!"
>Oh, Twilight is awake now
>She's sitting up in the wagon and staring at all of you in amazement
>You smile
We just trapped a dick demon in your dick journal.
>Wave the journal her way
>It doesn't register with her at all; she's still in shock or something
>Eh, whatever
>Look back down at your little Spergle made of ink
What happened, Spergle? I thought you were strongest when around dicks?
>"Aw, don't tease her anymore," Fluttershy says. "She's actually, um, kind of cute like this."
>Just then the drawing of Spergle turns its head your way
>"Fools!"
>You jump and nearly drop the journal
>Spergle starts cackling
>"You've all just sealed your doom. I'm surrounded by dicks in here, and, once I get out, I'll summon them all to be a part of my dick army!"
>"Destroy it!" Fluttershy says, holding onto your arm. "Destroy it now!"
>"Wait, what?" Twilight says. "No, don't do that!"
Man, is this ever going to end?
>"Yes, it will end, with your deaths!" says Midnight
>She starts cackling
>It's really distracting you from thinking on what you should do next
>"And once I--"
>Slam the journal shut
>"Hey, open this lewd journal at once!" says a slightly-muffled Spergle. "Open it, and fear me!"
>Turn to the others
Okay, what's our next move?
>Then, from the distance, you hear the bell in the bell tower start to ring in a slow steady rhythm
>"What is that?" Spergle says. "I command you to open this journal and point me to the source of the noise."
>"That's the bell tower. . . ." Twilight says
>Fluttershy starts shaking
>"Oh dear."
What, what is it?
>"Well, come on," Dash scoffs at you. "What does it usually mean when the bell in the bell tower rings?"
>Are you seriously being condescended to by a brain-damaged idiot that's wearing boxing gloves?
>"It means it's midnight, silly," Pinkie says
>"Wait, it's midnight . . . ?" says Spergle
>There's a collective gasp as you and your party realize Midnight's implication
>"It's midnight. . . ." Spergle slowly repeats to herself
>"Oh no! Guys, do you know what this means?" Pinkie says
>You all share grim looks with each other
>"It's midnight," Spergle says. ". . . And I'm stuck in this stupid journal!"
>Pinkie jumps onto you, grabs your shoulders and starts shaking you
>"This means that Nightmare Night is over already!" Pinkie shouts into your face
>You immediately push her off, thanks to the anti-rape conditioning you've developed from having to deal with years of Fluttershy's shenanigans
>But then the realization of what Pinkie just said crushes you
>And you stand there, staring off into space
Halloween is over. . . .
>Fluttershy comes over and pats your thigh, offering you sympathetic eyes
It's really over. Man, that sucks.

what do?
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Well something should probably be done about the journal, but destroying it could end up letting Spergle out.
Maybe Twilight has an idea?
********

>"Open this journal!" Spergle screams
>"Here, let me see that," Twilight says, levitating the journal out of your hands
>She opens the journal, and immediately screams
>"What do you think you're doing to my drawings?"
>You all gather around Twilight
>See that Midnight has indeed brought Twilight's dick drawings to life
>Only they're all dancing in a circle around her, instead of, you know, coming alive and killing you all
>Pinkie wipes away a tear
>"She's a born animator. Who's to know of the worlds she'll go on to create?"
>Towering over them all is Midnight Sparkle and she is dancing
>She says that she will never die, which doesn't make much sense because she's a demon
>When Midnight starts whipping the dicks with her tail, Twilight sighs and closes the journal
>"Well, I'm going to have to get a new journal now."
>"Are you kidding?!" Pinkie screams. "Anything you draw can literally come to life now. You're like a dick god!"
>"Can we really just leave her in there?" Dash says
>"I think so," Fluttershy says. "I mean, she seems happy."
>Demonic cackling comes from the journal as Midnight screams about the dicks all bowing down to her
>Twilight rolls her eyes, then casts a spell which envelops the book entirely in a purple orb, making it soundproof
>"Plus, I don't think she can get out," Twilight says. "She was supposed to entirely take over whatever she had possession of by midnight."
>White cream-like goo starts oozing out from the pages of the journal
>Twilight grimaces
>"And why that had to be my journal, I don't know."
>"It's a Nightmare Night miracle!" Pinkie cheers
>Yeah, a real miracle
>Stupid spergy bitch took up your entire Halloween
Yeah, well, Twilight, if you ever want to burn the journal, just call on me.
>You yawn and head over to your wagon
>Flip the tape in your Walkman and press play
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ndAF6gI-GYQ
>Man, this just sounds like random noise now
>Fuck it
Been a long fucking night. I'm out of here.
>"Wait, where are you going?" Fluttershy says
Home, and hopefully without you. My place is kind of a mess right now.
>Twilight nods, smiling smugly
>You go to the gate
>It's fucking locked
>Figures

what do?
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Maybe that corn maze is still operational?

Second this, can't believe i forgot about the corn maze

hop the fence, only lame kids respect locks
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>Everyone examines the gate
>Twilight levitates the Spooky Spells book by her head
>"Perhaps we can summon some kind of skeleton key to help us out."
>"Or maybe we can shoot the lock off with the gun," Pinkie says
>"I'll bet we can pick the lock with the tip of your tail," Dash says to Pinkie
>"That's not all we could do with it, either," Pinkie says, raising her eyebrows towards Dash
>"Haven't you had enough yet?" Dash asks her ironically
>"I can never get enough."
>Pinkie sidles up to Dash's side and Dash, using her wing, wraps her in a tight embrace
>"You know, I'd like to ram you right through that gate," Pinkie says, giggling
>"I'd like to see you try," Dash says, pushing her forehead against Pinkie's
>Watching this causes Twilight to drop her jaw for a second time in under five minutes
>"When did all this start?!" she says, gesturing at the intimate couple and turning towards you
>You don't answer her
>You're rubbing your eyes, trying to stay awake
>Fluttershy is stroking your thigh and looking up at you
Whatever. I'm done.
>"What do you mean?" Pinkie says, now separated from Dash and pretending like nothing had happened
>"You can't just stop," Dash says to you. "We were supposed to go to Zecora's."
>"Weren't you two just . . . ?" Twilight says, limply pointing at Dash and Pinkie
You all can go if you want to, but I'm not. I'm going home.
>You start gathering everything up in your wagon
>"But what about the rest of our adventure?" Pinkie says. "We still have to see the Scarecrow Fillies, and find the serial killer."
>"Wait, there's a serial killer?!" Twilight says, her eyes widening
>Dash ignores her and says to you:
>"You can't just up and quit on us like this."
Well you can try to stop me Mark Wahlberg, but it's still happening.
>Now packed, you grab the handle of the wagon and start pulling it down the road
And don't follow me back.
>They wait for a bit, all of them turning to each other for a moment
>"What about a nightcap?" Fluttershy asks
>You stop
>Slowly look over your shoulder
You fucking what, mate?
>"It's just, um, how can you say the night is over without having a nightcap?" Fluttershy says
>"Yeah, she's right, dude," Dash says. "You can't end a night like this without a nightcap--especially after an adventure like that!"
>It was an all right Halloween adventure
>The night has been a mess for all involved
>Twilight's got singed hair all over her body, her ass has a huge set of teeth marks on it, and her face is all cut up
>With all the twigs and orange pumpkin goo in her mane Pinkie looks like some kind of decorative autumn ornament
>The blood in Dash's ear dried up but you still catch her brushing dried zombie guts out from her mane at times
>And yes, she does keep her boxing gloves on while trying to brush
>And Fluttershy, good ol' Butterhorse, well, she's completely covered in dried blood, like some kind of polite Carrie
>As for those plastic fangs, you haven't seen 'em in a while
>You're pretty sure she ended up swallowing them when she saved your dick from Spergle for the first time
>Yeah, you think all that deserves a nightcap
>But there's a problem
And just where are we going to get the booze needed for a nightcap right now?
>Pinkie pulls an ear of corn out from her mane and throws it at you
>"Catch!"
>It hits you in the face
>But the message is clear
>Especially to Dash, who's pumping her boxing gloves in the air and chanting out:
>"Cider! Cider! Cider!"
>Pinkie smiles as she watches her
>"Yep, gotta have that nightcap," Pinkie says to you. "After everything that's happened, it's the one thing that really helps tie everything together."
>"Is anyone going to say anything more about the serial killer?!" Twilight says
Yeah, you're right.
>"Finally," Twilight says. "I'm glad one of you is listen--"
We gotta have that nightcap.
>Everyone cheers
>Twilight doesn't say anything
>She simply levitates the Hefty trash bag over to her face, then screams into it until she becomes the new world record holder for longest scream
>You ignore it and head back to the gate
Let's get that cider, kids.
>Gate doesn't open
>"It's, um, still locked," Fluttershy says
Thank you, obvious banana.
>You stand back, then clap both your hands together
Right, I'll just jump this sucker.
>"That gate is, like, seven feet tall," Twilight says
And it's weird that you even use feet as a unit of measurement, what's your point?
>Turn to look at her
I can jump this gate.
>"You cannot jump that gate."
I'm'ma jump that gate!
>You take ten paces back, then get a running start at the gate
Zoomed Words!
>Your feet leave the ground
>You're literally flying
>Everything that was before you, the gate and the town, all changes in the blink of an eye
>And the ground you land back on is not the neat lawns of the cemetery but the hard brown earth of Sweet Apple Acres
>Over your shoulder, in the distance, you can hear the wind rustling through the hundreds of branches in the apple orchards
>There's also music playing from somewhere
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=37avLRywxGQ
>Before you is the entrance to the corn maze, which is lit by two torches that sit on either side
>What also sits on one side is Applejack, who's dressed in a long black robe, her head resting on her shoulder and her hat sitting down over her eyes
>Beneath her hat is a white wig with long thick curls, which flow down her shoulders, and in her lap lies a red wooden gavel
>Though her face is covered, you can see in the firelight the drool that drips down her chin and onto her belly, which expands and deflates with each of her barnyard snores
>You stand up and wipe the dust off of your pants
Man, I knew I could jump the gate, but did I seriously jump all the way to Sweet Apple Acres, too?
>Feel a tap on your thigh
>"I don't think that's right," Fluttershy says
>She gestures behind her to the rest of your party, who are all picking themselves up off the ground
>Even your wagon is there
>Though everything that was packed in it is spread out all over the ground around it
>"I think we were teleported," Twilight says while rubbing her hoof against her right temple
I think I would know if I was teleported.
>"No, we were," Fluttershy says
>Everyone else nods
>"I don't see why you would know," Twilight says
>"Yeah, it's not like you can use magic," Dash says
That's racist.
>"It is not!" Dash says
>You go to roll your eyes
>And just then you see that hooded pegasus up in the sky again, flying against the moon
>You go to say something
>"Every pony, look!" Pinkie says
>Turn around
>See that she's standing next to Applejack, a mischievous smile on her face
>"Applejack is still sleeping," Pinkie says
>"She must be out like a light," Dash says, chuckling
>Dash flies over and starts poking Applejack in the side
>Besides snorting a bit between snores, Applejack doesn't budge
>Pinkie starts giggling and, like an infection, it spreads through the rest of your party
>Judging by their smiles, everyone is game when Pinkie says to you all:
>"Any pony have any ideas on how we should wake up Judge Jackie?"
>"Hang on," Twilight says, suddenly getting a grip. "We were just teleported here. That's concerning."
>"Oh dear," Fluttershy says, folding her ears
>"Can't we figure that out later, though?" Dash says
>"It's not like we were hurt," Pinkie says
>"And besides"--she gestures to Applejack--"this is literally a gift from the prank gods we have here right now."
As usual, it comes to me to make a decision.

what do?
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Something apple related would probably wake AJ up, not a good idea to let her sleep outside when there's a serial killer on the loose.
********

Okay, let's wake up the judge.
>Pinkie starts giving you puppy dog eyes and whining
>Sigh
You can do this in a funny way, if you so wish.
>"Woohoo!"
>Pinkie and Dash run off to the wagon
Just make sure it involves apples somehow.
>"Why apples?" Twilight asks
It's the only way we can be sure she'll wake up.
>"And she likes apples," Fluttershy says
Right. And she likes apples.
>Just then there's an otherworldly screaming noise that grates in the ears of everyone
>It's coming from the wagon, where Pinkie and Dash are the only ones that aren't covering their ears
Goddammit, did you assholes turn Metal Machine Music back on?
>"It's not that," Dash says, turning around with a pinched face. "Pinkie opened the journal."
>"Tattletale!"
>"What?!" Twilight screams above the racket
>Look and see Pinkie is reaching inside the purple orb
>The light bends around her hoof and creates an opening for the horrific sounds inside to escape
>You can hear Midnight chanting:
>"All you need is dicks!"
>There's a short trumpet refrain after each of her phrases
Hey, you leave the Beatles alone!
>"The fact that--"
>Pinkie pulls her hoof out back before Midnight can go any further
>Twilight stomps over to the wagon
>"Pinkie, do you want to tell me why you just endangered all of our lives just then?"
>Pinkie folds her ears and smiles sheepishly
>"I needed to borrow your marker," she says, holding the black marker up for all to see
>Twilight's eyes twitches involuntarily
>"You what, mate?!"
Aw, don't start copying me now.
>"Sweet, you got it," Dash says, seeing the marker
>Pinkie and Dash trot over to Applejack
>Flying above her head, Dash pulls Applejack's hat off before holding her head steady for Pinkie
>Pinkie uncaps the marker and starts writing on Applejack's forehead, her and Dash both giggling
>"Alright, it's done," Pinkie says
>You go over and look at the writing on Applejack's forehead
>'!MUD ERA SELPPA'
. . . What's that supposed to say?
>Dash turns on Pinkie
>"Why the hay did you write it backwards?"
>You turn your head sideways and read it again
>'APPLES ARE DUM!'
>You smirk
That's pretty good.
>"No it isn't," Dash groans. "Why'd you write it like that, Pinkie?"
>"This way she'll be able to read it when she looks in the mirror," Pinkie says. "I didn't think she'd get it otherwise, and I don't want any pony feeling left out."
>"But now no pony else can read it," Dash says
>"I can read it," Pinkie says
So can I.
>And Fluttershy could probably read it if she wasn't taking this opportunity to try and slip her hoof into your pants
>Slap her hoof away
>"Ouch."
>She retracts it
>"Why is dumb spelled without the b?" Twilight says
>"Wait, what?" Dash says
>She looks again
>"Are you kidding me?! It is spelled wrong!"
>"I ran out of room," Pinkie says, shrugging
>"No you didn't," Dash says. "I mean you put that . . . that thing there . . . What is it?!"
>"An exclamation point," Twilight says
>"Yeah! You put that thing there," Dash says
>"I did that to make sure I made a statement," Pinkie says
>Dash starts pouting
>Fluttershy approaches her and starts patting her shoulder
>"It still looks funny, at least," Fluttershy says
>"I hate it."
>"Pinkie tried her best. You have to understand that she's an artistic type."
>"It's supposed to say 'apples are dumb'."
>Hear Applejack snort in her sleep again
>"WHAT?!?!"
>You turn just in time to see her falling forward out of her chair
>She lifts her head up out from the dirt, eyeing you all intensly
>"Who said apples are dumb?"
>She's glaring and scrunching
>But she just looks so dumb with that writing on her face
>You start snickering
>She blinks, and then takes a second look at your party
>She gasps
>"Just what in the hay happened to you all?"
>You all look each other over
It's a long story.
>"Well tell it," Applejack says, getting up. "Forget the cats, you guys look like something the rats dragged in.
>"Let's go inside and get you all cleaned up. Make sure to gather your things."
>"We appreciate it, Applejack," Twilight says
You've got cider in there, right?
>"Asking the important questions there," Dash says, nudging your arm with her elbow
>"Cider?" Applejack says. "Actually, I haven't got any with me."
Seriously? Man, I teleported us here and everything.
>"Uh-huh," Applejack says slowly, raising an eyebrow your way. "Well, don't get all saddle sore about it."
>"But you're out of cider," Dash says. "That's like being out of love."
>"Kind of a mushy analogy there," Applejack says
>"I don't even care," Dash says. "The cider is worth the emotions."
>"I don't got any cider in the house, but there are a couple barrels of it that we took out of the barn."
>"Why didn't you say so sooner?" Dash says
>"Cause when we ran out of empty barrels, we started using the cider barrels as markers in the corn maze."
>She points towards the entrance of the corn maze
>To your amazement, now that you're really looking at the maze, it looks twice as big as that last stretch in the fucking cemetery
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GNUBqrZ765I
>"They're in their somewhere," Applejack says
You seriously don't remember where one is?
>"We put them out there hours ago, and it's a big maze."

what do?
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Start eating the corn to find the cider
********

Then we need to approach this situation logically.
>Approach the maze
>Reach into the stalks and pull out an ear of corn
It's obvious what must be done.
>Turn around and start husking the corn before everyone
We need to eat the corn.
>Everyone looks at you like you're crazy
>You bite into the cold hard kernels
We're going to eat this corn until we find the cider.
>"That don't make a lick of sense," Applejack says
Sure it does.
>"Actually, it doesn't," Twilight says
I could tell you why it actually does, but I need my mouth for corn.
>You grab another ear
>Throw it at Fluttershy's face
Fluttershy, eat that corn.
>"Oh, um . . . okay," she says, rubbing her cheek
>While she husks and then eats the corn, you grab another ear and throw it at Dash
Eat the corn, dummy.
>"I'm not going to--"
Do you want cider or not?
>"I'm eating it!" she says
>She barely tears half of the husk off before biting into the corn
>"Okay, hold on," Applejack says. "I don't mind if you guys want a snack, but you can't be eating my corn like this."
>Pinkie pull out an ear of corn and starts husking it
>"Pinkie, what are you doing?" Applejack says
>"Every pony else was already doing it," she says, shrugging, her mouth full of corn
>Applejack glares at you
>"Now see what you've started?"
>Grab another ear
Here, eat this corn.
>"I ain't eating that."
Why not? It's your's, corn pone.
>You take another bite of corn
Look, my idea, it's actually really simple.
>"This'll be good," Twilight says
We need to find the cider that's in this maze, right?
>"Yeah," Applejack says
And this is a corn maze, right?
>"Yeah. Stop asking me if it's right, I know all this."
So this is a maze, and it's made of maize, thus if we needed to find something in the maze of maize, then we should eat the maize that the maze is made of so that we know where in the maize of maze our cider lays.
>"Lies, is what you mean to say," Twilight says
>"It sounds like a load of hay, either way," Applejack says
Hi, Billy Mays here!
>"What?"
>"Come again?"
Just eat the damn corn.
>"I won't do it," Applejack says
>"Me neither," Twilight says
>Just then her purple tummy growls
>She folds her ears as you wave the ear of corn in her face
>Applejack sighs
>"Go ahead and eat it."
>"I'll just have this one," Twilight says as she husks the corn in one swipe
>The rings around Applejack's eyes darken as everyone around her chews on her corn
>She licks her lips
>Then groans
>"Now I'm wanting some!"
>Throw an ear at her face
>She husks it and takes a bite
>She glares at you while chewing
>"Damn you."
You'll thank me when we find the cider.
>Applejack stops chewing
>"Wait, I think I remember where one of the barrels is at now."
>While she grabs a wooden cart from the barn, you load the wagon back up
>With her pulling the cart and you the wagon, the six of you walk along the left wall of the maze
>It takes so long that you lose track of time when you eventually round the corner
>"How much longer is this going to take?" Dash says
>What you see before you then is a wall of corn about an acre long
>Dash groans and starts slouching in midair
>On the other side of the corn wall is a pumpkin patch
>You start counting the rows as you walk along behind Applejack
>You get to around twenty-four before you stop, though it would've funnier if it had been twenty-five
>Eventually Applejack points out a scarecrow that's in the pumpkin patch
>Then she turns towards the corn wall
>"Okay, the cider barrel should be on the other side of this wall."
You sure?
>"That's what I remember."
>She thinks back
>"I was taking a break after bringing the barrel in. I ate some corn, and I saw that scarecrow when I came out through the wall."
>Dash flies over the wall and Applejack pushes her way in through the corn
>After a while Dash flies up over the corn and waves at your party
>"We found it. The barrel is number forty-five."
>Applejack numbered all the barrels, one through one-hundred, so that no one in the maze would get totally lost
>Unfortunately the barrel was too thick to bring it through the corn
>So with Pinkie now pulling the cart, the four of you head back to the entrance
>Using Dash as a marker and Fluttershy as your scout, you begin to make your way through the corn maze
>At the first turn you see barrel number one in the corner
>You continue through the labyrinthian maze, counting the barrels along the way:
>Two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, eighty-nine--
>You all stare at barrel eighty-nine
Starting to think these aren't in the same order Applejack originally placed them.
>"Um, I found something. . . ." Fluttershy says
>See she's holding a gold helmet
>Great
>Looks like that other guard ended up getting it too
See where we are, Fluttershy.
>She flies up and looks in one direction
>Then another
>Then she squints her eyes in that direction
>"Oh, there she is."
Yes, and she's in the direction we're supposed to be headed in, I presume.
Whatever. Let's just keep going.
>You reach the next barrel: twenty-two
Okay, we should probably stop.
>Lean on the barrel and think
>From around the bend before you see Dash and Applejack coming
>They both stop and stare at you
>You blink
>"There you guys are!" Dash says
What the fuck . . . ?
>"Come on," Dash says. "It's just around the corner."
>"Does that say twenty-two?" Applejack says, looking at the barrel. "How in the hay did these barrels get so mixed up?"
>Dash and Applejack go back around the bend
>Okay, you're confused
>Applejack sticks her head out from around the corner
>"You coming or what?"

what do?
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Investigate the scarecrow.
********

>You share uncomfortable looks with your group before you all slowly make your way around the bend
>There, standing next to a closed barrel, were Applejack and Rainbow Dash
>"Huh, you guys were quick," Dash says
>"Really thought it would take you longer to make it this far in the maze," Applejack says
Yeah, so did I.
>"What's that mean?" Applejack says
>"He means that we weren't expecting to meet up with you two so quickly," Twilight says. "One minute you two were all the way on the other side of the maze, the next you're coming around the corner."
Maybe this is because of the corn.
>"Not this time," Twilight says. "I think we were teleported again."
>"Wait, you mean you really were teleported here?" Applejack says
>"Yes, and the strange thing is that it came out of nowhere. I didn't do it, but someone did."
>You smirk and raise your eyebrows at Applejack
>She gives you a curious look
>"No, it wasn't by him," Twilight says, frowning. "You stop that."
No, you.
>"If it ain't him then who is it?" Applejack says
>Twilight sighs in defeat, despite her serious expression
>"I don't know," she says grimly
>"Maybe some pony is following us," Fluttershy says, clinging to your leg and trembling
Well I have seen this pegasus in the sky a few times.
>Everyone turns your way, one of them doing so with purple indignance
>"What?" Twilight says slowly through clenched teeth
>"Who is it?" Dash says
I don't know.
>"So it's a mystery pony," Pinkie says, humming shrewdly to herself
>"What was he doing?" Dash says
Just flying.
>"What's this pegasus look like?" Applejack says
Don't know that either. He was really high up, and wearing this really long robe.
>"So you've seen this pony following us," Twilight says, "and you didn't say anything because . . . ?"
I don't know. It just never came up.
>"Really? It never came up, on a night like this?" she says incredulously
The first time, it was right after we trapped that dick demon in your dick journal.
>Applejack frowns, wrinkling her nose
>Twilight blushes and avoids her friend's cautiously-curious eyes
>"He trapped the what in your what now?"
>"Fluttershy trapped it," she says
>Then quickly adds:
>"And it's not important!"
It's really not. There's a purple orb in the wagon. Just don't touch it.
>"Can do, I guess," Applejack says slowly
>"So where do you think this pony of your's is now?" Fluttershy asks you
>Gee, you thought Fluttershy would be the expert to ask on the topic of ponies who stalk you
>But if you're the expert now . . .
He's probably the scarecrow.
>"You mean he's hiding behind my scarecrow?" Applejack says
No, I mean he is the scarecrow.
>"I thought he was a pegasus, though," Pinkie says
Right. But he turned himself into a scarecrow so he could stay hidden.
>"Yeah, hidden from the one person who sees him twice but doesn't say anything each time," Twilight says
Bet you would've noticed him if his dick was flopping out.
>"And just why is this pony now a scarecrow?" Twilight says, rolling her eyes. "Let's hear more of your fantastic corn logic."
The last two times I saw him he was in the sky. I figure this time he'd want to stay low too the ground to mix things up.
>There's silence after this
>Pinkie nods
>"Wow," she says. "That makes no sense at all."
>"You're telling me," Applejack says. "I remember when that scarecrow was just a few ripped up sacks and an old stinky coat of Big Mac's."
I'm telling you guys, it's the scarecrow.
>"It's not the scarecrow," Twilight says
It is the scarecrow.
>"Um, no, it probably isn't," Fluttershy says, tugging down at the bottom of your shirt
Yes it is--and get off of me!
>Kick her off
>You swear you need to start slicking up your body with oil whenever she's around, kill her grip a bit
>Then again you know from experience that Fluttershy and body oil is a bad combo
>Now that she's off of you, though, you head for the wall of corn that leads out
Whatever. I'm going to investigate that scarecrow.
>A dull brown blur fills your vision
>Something big and heavy lands at your feet, the thud echoing up your legs
>You jump back, then look down at the heap before you
>It's the scarecrow, landed on its back and looking up at you with blue and yellow button eyes
>Everyone gathers behind you and peers down at the scarecrow
I told you guys it was the scarecrow.
>The scarecrow's chest bursts open
>Out from the cloud of dust and flying straw comes a hooded pony
>"Huzzah!"
>She knocks you all backwards, then stands proudly over everyone
>The hoof flies back and reveals the excited eyes and smile of Princess Luna
>"It's me, everyone!"
Aw, son of a bitch.
>"What?!" Twilight screams
>"It's me, everyone!" Princess Luna says. "It was me all along, everyone!"
>She continues to smile proudly as the lingering dust tickles her twitchy nose
>At your left is one of the guards from earlier, standing in plain sight outside a wall of corn, but with one ear of corn held out in front of his face
>He quickly tosses the corn aside
>"And I was hiding here the whole time, too!"
>How the fuck did you not see him earlier?
>"Yes," Luna says. "We've been following you until you had enough in your party to participate."
>You hate to ask this, especially when she has that look in her eye (you call it the Fluttershy look)
Participate in what?
>"In the orgy set up by Princess Twilight!" Princess Luna says
>Twilight's jaw drops
>"Set up by who now?" she says
>"Twilight, you didn't do what she's saying you did, right?" Applejack says
>Twilight purses her lips
>"Twilight?!"
>"I might've."
Remember that dick demon we mentioned earlier? She was possessed by it.
>"You were what?!" Applejack says
But don't worry, this orgy thing was my idea.
>"Oh, that's a surprise," Twilight says sarcastically
Hey, it was necessary.
>"It, um, actually was," Fluttershy says
>The endorsement from the known rapist does not help your case with Twilight
>"I'm afraid I must stop your bantering," Princess Luna says. "Please, save it for the pillow talk afterwards."
>"There ain't going to be no orgy," Applejack says. "Not in my corn maze."
>"Then where shall it commence?" Princess Luna says
Honestly, probably nowhere. See, I can explain about this orgy thing.
>Luna's smile withers
>See the guard swallow nervously
>"What's there to explain?" Princess Luna says slowly. "Either the royal orgy shall commence, or else you face the full punishment for having deceived a princess in matters of royal importance."
>She starts Royal Canterlot Voicing you
>"AND ORGIES ARE TAKEN VERY SERIOUSLY IN CANTERLOT HIGH COURT!!!!!"
>Oh, right
>This is the crazy princess
>Shit

what do?
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She can probably be convinced it's not a Royal Orgy unless Celestia's there, so that could buy some time at least.

First ask what the punishment for 'deceiving a princess in matters of royal importance' is. It might not even be that bad.

If it is that bad, than kindly inform the night Princess that the orgy will be taking place inside the dick journal. She can probably get everyone inside and there's already plenty of animated dicks and even a dick demon!

With some luck you'll be left out of this.

Ask Luna if she wants some corn
********

And just what punishment would be fit for my crimes?
>"For your deception, you would owe a debt to both myself and my kingdom that would need to be repaid."
How much we talking here?
>"Not a fine, but rather a service."
Okay, so community service?
>"What?"
You know, picking up trash and the like.
>Her face pinches in disgust
>"You dare suggest that my beautiful kingdom has been tarnished by litter?!"
>Man, she's doing that yelling thing again
I don't know, there has to be some.
>"There are already ponies responsible for ensuring that such litter does not remain long. How dare you suggest that they are not doing their jobs."
Okay, fine, what would I have to do for my community service then?
>"Isn't it obvious? Any task that I deem important."
>Man, she's got that (Fluttershy) look again
>You're almost afraid to ask
And just what task would that--
>"ORGY!!!!"
>Of course it would be
>Looks like you're going to have to get yourself out of another one here
>So maybe she's crazy
>But you've had experience dealing with crazy
>Crazy is nuzzling your leg right now
Do I even have to say anything, Fluttershy?
>"Sorry. . . ."
>She doesn't let go
>The point is that maybe you can talk your way out of this
>Sort of like you did with those guards earlier
>You poke Fluttershy in the eye and then stand up
>Approach the surly princess
Forgive us for taking up your time, princess, but . . .
>Silence follows
>Luna glares
>"But WHAT?!?!"
>Your hair blows back
>Yeah, nothing's coming to you
>Grab an ear of corn and shove it under her wrinkled nose
Would princess care for an ear of corn?
>She regards it for a moment, then lights up her horn
>The corn explodes in your hand
>Popped corn flies up into the air like confetti
>Pinkie looks up at it and squeals in delight
>"That was amazing!" Pinkie says
>Applejack simply folds her ears as she watches the corn fall
>"You have wasted enough of my time," Luna says. "The time for talk has ended, and the time for greasing our glorious backsides has yet to begun."
>Man, you haven't heard someone talk like that since Sperlge--
>Wait, that's it!
We have a magic dick journal!
>Luna scrunches her muzzle
>"What?"
>Twilight, while giving you a death glare, forces herself to laugh
>"I don't think Princess Luna wants to hear about our journal that we totally found for the first time ever tonight."
>"Ah, yes, you're speaking of Twilight Sparkle's lewd gallery of penises," Princess Luna says to you
>Twilight's face turns completely red, which she tries to cover with her arms
We'll give it to you, her magic dick journal, in exchange for keeping our orgy virginities.
>"Hey, wait," Twilight says, "you can't just give away my journal."
>"Indeed, you cannot," Princess Luna says. "For I have already taken the liberty to send it to Tartarus for safekeeping."
>"Oh, well, that's a relief--you did what?!" Twilight says
>She scrambles to the wagon and begins tossing things over her shoulder, frantically searching
>While she does this, Luna says:
>"The magical barrier that contained Midnight Sparkle was simply too weak to continue holding her, and I couldn't risk having her escape again."
>Once the wagon is empty, Twilight picks it up and looks under it for a brief moment
>Then she starts screaming and slamming the wagon against the ground
>You all slowly turn your backs to her
>And come face to face with a still-impatient Princess Luna
>"Do I even have to say anything by now?" she says to you. "I swear this is the silliest orgy I've ever been to."
>"Meh, could be sillier," Pinkie says, shrugging
>"Either way, it has still yet to be a proper orgy," Princess Luna says, fixing you in her firm stare
Just a second, just a second.
>You turn and search for something to stall her
>Then you see your Walkman, and you finally realize what's missing
We need some tunes first, you know, for the atmosphere.
>"Yes, of course," Luna says. "How does the saying go, it don't mean a thing if it ain't got that swing?"
>Yeah, sure
Applejack, put that tape in.
>You point the tape out to her
>After she fumbles around a bit with your 'new-fangled rectangular record player', she manages to slam the tape in and press play
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5w02O-XdsXE
>She recoils from the harsh noise and instantly covers her ears
>Everyone else follows, except for you and Luna
>Luna pouts her lips in thought
>"I'm not sure if I will ever come to appreciate this new music being made today."
>Heh, she thinks this is actually music
>Pleb as fuck
>You can feel your silver tongue returning to you
>Smile at Luna
As I was saying earlier, you have to forgive some of us for being skittish, because, for most of us here tonight, this is our first orgy.
>Her eyes widen in understanding
>"Oh, I see. That explains much of what has happened."
So you can understand it if we seem inhibited in any way.
>"Of course. Though it would have done wonders if you had mentioned this earlier. As it is you lack prudence."
>"That's only true sometimes," Fluttershy says to herself
>"But I am confused," Luna says. "Twilight Sparkle, were you never told of the royal orgies at any point after your coronation?"
>Twilight, who was lying back in the beat up wagon, sits up
>"Huh?"
>"The orgies," Luna stresses. "Did no pony at any point during your coronation tell you of the orgies? This is most important."
>You can see Twilight has turned pale and sweaty, and that she looks a bit like the pony that swallowed the frog
>"N-No . . . I don't think Princess Celestia ever told me anything--"
>Luna guffaws
>She wipes away a tear and says:
>"My sister! That flabby flank hasn't had the energy to participate in one of our orgies for centuries!"
>Luna snorts
>"I suppose one could say she makes love with her mouth, but then her only partners are cakes and cookies."
>As Luna continues laughing, Twilight wipes away tears of her own
>It's hard when you find out your heroes are just big dumb perverts
>"But seriously," Luna says, coming down, "can any of you say that you're experienced enough to participate in this orgy?
>"Simply raise your hoof if you believe yourself to be experienced."
>No one responds
>It's kind of a weird question
>Twilight and Fluttershy are both trying their best to look like they're not there
>Fluttershy has chosen to do this by hiding her face in your butt
>Pinkie and Dash are sharing a certain kind of look with each other
>And Applejack is . . . dancing?
>Man, she's clogging along to Metal Machine Music
>You had no idea she was a secret patrician
>Luna looks to you
>"You seem to me a good judge of character. Who among them would you say is experienced?"
>Oh, she's asking you to judge
>You smile broadly
Good.

what do?
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Pretty much the whole lot of them. Flutters is self explanatory, Twilight keeps a dick journal, Pinkie carves dicks for fun and in her spare time, makes out with Rainbow Dash, the biggest dyke to ever exist. 

The only one you're unsure of is Applejack, but you're pretty certain she's into some weird stuff too. Or Rarity.

Speaking of, where is Rarity? You haven't seen her the whole day yet. Orgy at Rarities, anyone? At least it buys you the time to travel there. Either that, or Rhymin' Simon's, because you sure as hell don't intend to have a royal orgy in a corn field.
********

Cause I got a lot to say about this little tribe of our's. First off . . .
>You reach behind you and pick up Fluttershy by the scruff of her neck
>"Eep!"
>Hold her before Luna
This one had her nose in my ass, and her hoof has a tendency to go in other places, if you hadn't noticed yourself already.
>Toss Fluttershy aside
>Point at Twilight
This one drew enough dicks in one journal to satiate the lust of a dick demon from Hell.
>Point at Pinkie
This one defeated over a dozen giant pumpkin monsters with her dick-carving expertise.
>Point at Dash
This one keeps making out with the dick carver, despite being a dyke. And this one . . .
>Your finger falls limp when you point at Applejack
Well, I don't know much about this one, to tell the truth. But don't think she isn't just like all the others. We're supposed to be getting cider, but I'll bet the real reason she brought us in here was to rape us. There'd probably be cider in the barn if we had checked.
>"It was your idea to go in the corn maze," Applejack says
>See everyone is glaring at you; except for Fluttershy, who just looks apologetic, as usual
>You shrug
Whatever. As far as I'm concerned, none of you would be out of place in an orgy.
>"Excellent!" Luna says, stars in her eyes. "Where shall we celebrate this joyous occasion?"
They don't care where. They're all whores.
>"Oh, is that so?!" says Rarity
>Wait, Rarity?
>Look and see Rarity is sticking her head out from the corn maze
>It's hard to tell how she's regarding you, since she's wearing her green tea face mask, with green cucumber slices over her eyes
>Her mane is curled up in rollers
>Her pink robe, covered in dirt and leaves, is still on and, when she points at you, a fuzzy pink slipper dangles from her hoof
>"Look here, buddy," Rarity says, "if any pony here is going to separate the mares from the whores, it's going to be me."
>She jumps out from the corn and trots up to you, getting right in your face
>"I didn't go to whore school just for the wild stallions and late night parties!"
Why would you go at all? Why is whore school even a thing?
>Ignoring you, Rarity looks past you and shouts at Luna
>"Ladies, pull up your drawers and cover those sores, we're moving this party to Carousel Boutique!"
>"Excellent choice," Luna says. "There shall be many chances there for roleplaying."
>In a flash, the eight of you are teleported outside the doors of Carousel Boutique
>Luna did not bring either your wagon or the barrel of cider
>Man, how are you supposed to get your nightcap now?
>Luna, however, is looking at you like you're her own nightcap
>And, now that the cucumbers are gone, you don't like the smug look Rarity is giving you, either
>Rarity closes her eyes and clears her throat and then says:
>"Luna, please make sure our guest does not try to run away."
>"Yes, of course," Luna says. "After all, he still has a debt to pay to me."
>Before you can run away a big nightblue bubble forms around you
>You bang against the magic wall and find that it's hard and solid
>"Perfect," Rarity says, looking in at you with a smug, superior air
>You bang on the wall some more and scream at Rarity to let you out
>"What was that?" she says. "You want out of those clothes?"
>Her horn glows and, in a second, you're left standing there, completely in the buff
>The eyes of everyone tilt downwards
>You cover your groin with one hand
>Rarity covers her mouth and giggles
>"Well, I meant to have your underwear left," she says. "But it appears you weren't wearing any."
>You just stand there, glaring and shivering
>"We'll let you out in due time," she says, turning around flicking her tail your way
>"Come, ladies," she says. "Let's go prepare his party, then we can show him who the real whore is."
>"Great! I'll find the baguette," Pinkie says, bouncing in through the doors
>"Heh, stay warm," Dash says, giving you the briefest of glances before flying in
>"We'll see ya shortly," Applejack says
>"Now you know how my journal must've felt," Twilight spits at you before heading in
>"You shall have the honor of being the sole cock," Luna says
>Her last words before leaving you are, "You must be so excited!"
>Yeah, right
>You are royally fucked
>You're about to get drowned in the one thing you've tried to avoid for years and years: mare pussy
>And you're not even drunk enough to forget about it in the morning
>You'd pray to the corn gods for help, but you know they're powerless to help you unless you happened to have a good supply of corn liquor
>You sink down to the ground, utterly defeated
>Then you see that Fluttershy is the only one who hasn't gone in
>She's watching you from the corner of her eye
>You sneer
Of course you haven't gone anywhere. This must be a dream come true for you.
>She doesn't answer
>She's daintily tracing little circles into the dirt with the tip of her hoof
>There's a conflicted look in her eye as she watches you
>And, for once, you're surprised to find that it's not her usual look

what do?
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Clearly she's not okay with sharing so all you need to do is convince her that if the orgy happens that all her hopes and dreams of a happy relationship would be crushed.

Find Rarity ask her what moves she learned in whore school, maybe the information would stop the orgy,

Lie and tell them you are a virgin.
Get them fighting amongst themselves who gets to have you first, then slip away during the resulting battle royale
********

>You know, she doesn't look too happy about what's going on here
>Maybe she's not thrilled about using you as a human dildo in an orgy with all her friends and the princess of the night
>Maybe it's not about the sex for her
>Maybe all those times she nuzzled you and told you that she loved you
>Could those have all been real moments between the two of you?
>. . . Nah
>She probably just wants you all for herself
>Greedy bitch
>All the lights start turning on in Carousel Boutique
>You hear music coming from inside
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rTuq-wDvCW0
>You never should've given Rarity those old ABBA tapes of yours
>Well, you've got to get out of here
>And Fluttershy's currently as vulnerable as ever
>Time to turn on the charm machine
>Not too much, though, you don't want to overload her and get her to turn on her (>rape) machine
Hey, look at me.
>She raises her chin up
>You smile
How's about you and me get out of here and go back to my place?
>She simply stares at you
Come on, you and I both don't want to stick around here anymore, waiting for the inevitable clam bake.
>You give her a pleading look
>After a moment she humphs and turns her head, showing you her blind side
>"Oh, I see, so it's only when you need me to bail you out that you want me around."
>Yes
No, it's not like that at all.
>"Really? Because that's been the story here tonight ever since you pulled me in through your window."
>Oh, right
>You threw her at what you thought was a chainsaw killer
>Can't believe she's chosen to hold a grudge over that of all things
>"And it's not just that, either," she says, turning on you fiercely
>Oh great
Well, look, I'm sorry, okay?
>"Sorry for what? Tell me specifically."
For throwing you at Pinkie when I thought she was a murderer.
>"Yes, that's a start," she says. "But do go on."
>She waves flippantly, her face firm and held high
>Sheesh. She's really gotten uppity since Rarity came around
>Stupid Rarity
I'm also sorry for throwing you at Twilight when she was possessed.
>"You should apologize to Twilight, too, for getting her possessed in the first place."
That was your fault.
>"You made me do it."
That makes no sense.
>"You can just keep apologizing," she says. "You've got a lot more to make up for."
Like what?
>She frowns severely
>"Seriously? Do I have to remind you?"
>You further stoke the glowing embers of her anger with your blank expression
>Man, forget this; she's impossible
>Rarity looks down on you from her balcony
>"Oh, Fluttershy, do come inside," she says. "Every pony is almost ready for the party to begin, and--er--blood just simply isn't a good color for your skin."
>Maybe you can get under Rarity's skin, get her to slip up somehow
Hey Rarity, what'd you learn in whore school?
>"Oh, you'll find out soon enough when I have you bend over," she says shrewdly
Well, how do you know you'll get the chance? After all, who's going first?
>"We've plenty of time to figure that out," she says
Or maybe you don't, because I'm a virgin!
>Rarity's eyes shrink in her head
>Fluttershy watches you carefully
Yeah, that's right, I said it. So whoever has me first, ends up being the one who has me forever!
>Rarity slowly exhales
>"Do give me one moment," she says
>She disappears back inside
>After a moment the music fades
>Then there's an uproar of laughter from inside
>See everyone has gathered at the window to point and laugh at you
>Bend your head down
>Easy now, don't show them your burning shame
>The music slowly comes back
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3a_fMWWKGQw
>Hear Fluttershy sigh and touch the bubble
>"Oh dear," she says. "I can't believe you thought that would work."
Yeah, totally crazy. I mean, imagine me still being a virgin. Ha, ha. Crazy, right?
>Fluttershy just shrugs
>You don't blame her
>In retrospect, it wasn't a good idea to actually say 'Ha, ha' like you did
>"And you don't actually believe that Rarity went to whore school, do you?"
>Look past Fluttershy
>See Rarity is smirking at you as she taps the window with a familiar baguette
>Yeah, don't be so sure about that one, Flutters
>Soon Rarity leaves you alone and you confront Fluttershy
Look, you do know I was just lying so I could get out of this, right?
>She doesn't answer
Really, though, I was just trying to distract them so I could get away.
>"You're still in the bubble, though," Fluttershy says
What does that have to do with anything?
>"Well how would you--oh, never mind. I shouldn't be surprised that that's all you're thinking about."
>It's just then that you almost make the fatal mistake of asking her what you should've been thinking about this whole time
>After all, Fluttershy is a woman (not really though)
>The answer should have been obvious
Hey, it's not like I haven't thought of you at all tonight.
>She humphs again
It's true. I don't want to avoid the orgy just for my own sake, I'm doing it for you too.
>"Oh, is that so?" she says skeptically
Hell yes, it's so. Look, I don't think I'll ever like ponies. . . .
>Except maybe for Celestia
>Seriously: the ass was fat
>"Just one more minute 'till we come out to meet you, darling," you hear Rarity intone from inside
>Okay, great
>A minute for Rarity means that they won't be ready for about a half-hour
>Just then there's a loud explosion in the boutique, and orange goop splatters against the windows
>Rarity screams
>"My decorative pumpkins! Who did this?! YOU!!! You two get back here!"
>See Pinkie and Luna trot past the window, with Rarity close behind them, throwing chunks of pumpkin at their heads
>"I was just trying to teach Princess Luna how to carve!" Pinkie says
>"Indeed! It is a delicate art, yet exciting when it has to do with penises!"
>"That ain't no way to treat your produce!" Applejack says
>"Can you guys hurry up already?!" Dash says
>"We're running behind!" Twilight says
>"I could make a joke about that!" Pinkie says
>"Look out!"
>There's another loud crash
>"Oh, careful, there's broken glass here, every pony!" Pinkie says
>Rarity screams
>"Forget it! We're going out right now!"
>Oh crap, she's coming out right now
>That means you've only got a few minutes before she actually does come out
>And then it's all over for you
Fluttershy, seriously, help me out here.
>"Maybe I don't want to," she says
>Figures, the one time you need her she'd get like this
Hey, come on, just look at me one more time.
>You stare into Fluttershy's eyes
Look, you and I both know that this isn't how my first time with a pony should go. It's not fair to me or you.
>"How is it not fair to me?" she says coldly
Because I know you want to be with me, but not like this.
>"How do you know that?"
It's obvious. That's just not the kind of person you are.
>She regards you curiously for a moment
>Then she turns away again, though her chin dips slightly
>"What does it matter whether I help you or not? It won't change anything between us, it won't change how you see me."
>She sits down in the dirt, closes her eyes and sighs
>"No matter what we choose, it never changes, does it?"
>She doesn't wait for your answer
>"Even after all that's happened tonight, all the times we had to save each other, all the times I tried to comfort you. I know you still hate me."
>She sighs and looks down at the little dirt circles she's made
>"Is there even one thing you like about me, one thing you could say that I'm doing right?"

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Frankly I'm just impressed by her determination, isn't exactly like her to give up.

He should take the lesser of two evils, pick you Fluttershy, and run for her house and get to work on her. It would be better then having 8 or so mates trying to get your meat
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I don't know about you doing right, but I've always been impressed by your determination.
>She looks at you
>"Determination?"
Yeah, the way you devote so much of your time to chasing me, it's kind of admirable
>In a way . . . maybe
>She thinks on this
>"No, that's not true."
Excuse me.
>"You're lying. You don't like my determination."
I just said I did. The fuck you mean?
>"But you always say that you hate it whenever I come over every morning. You slammed the door in my face when I first saw you tonight."
>She's got a point
So what? Can't I admire something without actually liking it?
>"Oh, just forget it," she says, folding her arms and showing you her back
>"You can't even think of one thing you like about me."
I did, you fucking . . .
>One hard look from her was enough to make you regret that last outburst
Come on, it's not like you to give up so easily.
>"Yeah, it must hurt when you can't convince someone to give you a chance, no matter how much you plead or do for them."
>Roll your eyes
>Man, why'd she have to go and get so emotional?
>"Just three more ponies that need to get the goop out of their manes and we'll be right out," Rarity says
>Heh, getting goop out of mane is probably one of her special talents
>Wait, this is bad; they're going to be out soon
>Unless the three manes are really dirty
>Please be one of the messy twerps, Pinkie, Dash--one of them
>"OW! You're pulling one of my stars out!" Luna screams
>Damn, it's alicorn mane
>And of all the pictures of Celestia that you've jacked it to, you've never seen her with a hair out of place
Fluttershy, come on, I really need you to save my ass here.
>"I've already done that enough, thank you."
You're not giving up on me, are you?
>To that she simply humphs
>It's silent for a moment
>You've got no other choice than to submit to her
>Can't believe that after all this time she finally won
Okay, fine, I'll take you home and fuck you like they do in your eastern comic books.
>She slowly turns around
>And she's glaring at you
>"Excuse me?"
I said I'll do it, I'll let you have me. You win!
>She stares at you incredulously
>Then she gets up and starts heading for the door to Carousel Boutique
>You jump up
Wait, where are you going? I'm literally giving you my dick. Get back here!
>"You're a jerk."
No, I'm not, this time I'm actually not.
>"Well, I'm leaving, unless you can give me one good reason why I should stay."
>She's leaving you!
>Start banging on the bubble
Fucking Fluttershy! FUCK!!!!
>Damn! You're in a tight spot!
>What the hell does she want?!

what do?
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Ask her on a date.
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Okay, wait, I'll go out with you. Let me take you out on a date.
>Her ear swivels back your way
Yeah, I'm serious. We'll go on an actual date and everything, probably to somewhere nice, like pony Starbucks or something.
>She turns around
>"You only want to go out with me so I'll make the girls let you out of this bubble."
>Well, duh
Not true. I've just started to realize that this kind of thing is overdue between us, that we should really give ourselves a chance to really get to know one another.
>"And do you have any idea at all about how long I've known that?" she says with a dull expression
Well, I had to realize it on my own.
>She raises an eyebrow
>"And you realized it just now, while you were in this bubble, trapped by my friends--and without any clothes on?"
It's not as odd as you're making it sound.
>"No, I think it's apt."
Fluttershy, come on, I'm trying here.
>She sighs and approaches the bubble
>And she's actually looking at your face, too, despite you being uncovered
>"I don't want to."
Oh, come the fuck on, Fluttershy! What the hell?
>"I can see that you're trying, even though you're not doing it for the right reasons.
>"But seeing as how the situation is a bit unfair for us both, I'm willing to give you a chance."
Fuck yes!
>"But only on one condition."
>Damn it
What is it?
>"You say you want to take me out and get to know me, but we've already spent an entire night out together already. So if you really mean what you say, in any way at all, then you should be able to tell me something that you've already learned about me tonight, something that neither I nor any pony else doesn't already know lies in your heart."
>She touches the bubble and looks at you
>"All I want is for you to say one little thing about me that means something to you. Can you do that?"
>So something you think about her that she doesn't already know
>And which would mean a lot for her to hear
>Kind of a tough nut to crack, considering she's stalked you for so long now
>But you'll remember something
>R-Right?
>You have to
>It's been a long night

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She's smart enough to summon a dick demon, and resourceful if her crow plan is anything to go by, also has a high tolerance for bullshit.

Ya go with the crow plan, it was a good idea too have them attack the zombies, and she was loyal too you the whole time, always had your back
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>There are actually a few things that come to mind
>She saved your dick from Midnight, twice; she saved everyone from the zombies
>Both of those things were pretty badass
>And she's had your back all throughout this night
>But you said you wouldn't tell her those things
>You'll just have to think of something else, maybe make something up
>She's got a pretty high tolerance for bullshit, after all
>But the more you try to think of something, the blanker your mind becomes
>And Fluttershy, as she watches you, begins folding her ears lower and lower as time passes by
>There's a call from the boutique, causing her to look back
>"Fluttershy, dear, we're ready for you."
>You're really losing her here
>Got to think of something
>When she faces you again your eyes meet, and she frowns
>"You just can't think of anything, can you?"
No, wait, I'm trying. Don't leave.
>"It's okay, I won't," she says, bowing her head. "I suppose I was asking too much."
>See her look up from behind that mane of hers
>Man, why's she got to stare at you with those awful big blue eyes of hers?
>You rarely ever get to really look at her like you're doing now, without her having her hoof in your crevices
>Stupid cute little pony knows exactly what she's doing
>And now you've got to say something you just know you're going to regret someday
>You're going to have to tell her about all the times you thought she looked cool or impressed you or whatever
>All because you don't want to hurt her stupid cute little feelings all of a sudden
>B-Baka Fluttershy!
>"Are you alright? You look pale, and you're sweating so much."
>And here it comes
>Words burst out from inside of you like vomit
You're a badass!
>You immediately cover your mouth with both hands
>Did you really just say that to her?
>She flinches at your outburst, then pushes back the few strands of her mane that fell in her face
>"I'm what?"
>You close your eyes and, feeling that it's hopeless to keep it in any longer, spill out your guts
I called you a badass.
>"That's a human thing, isn't it?" she says. "Usually you have more enthusiasm in your voice whenever I hear you say that."
>Why does she have to push you like this?
>You already said it, what more does she want?
>She stares at your pinched-up face
>"You don't really mean that, do you?"
Oh, just stop it, will you?
>"What?"
Stop twisting the knife, stop torturing me. You know I mean it, you always see right through me. Because you always act genuinely and I don't--can't.
But believe me when I say that you impressed me tonight, with most everything that you've done--even the annoying things. Before tonight I never thought I'd see someone summon a dick demon, or mobilize their own crow army. And the crazy thing is that even though you do all these awesome things, you still think of me, you're still always there to try and reassure me whenever I'm down and out.
>"You notice that?" she says, blushing
Well, yeah. I also notice it when you try to pat me in the wrong places, too.
>"Yes, you've made it clear that I can never get away with that," she says, scrunching her muzzle
And that's annoying, but the truth is that you're not so bad. I mean, you're here now, ain't you?
>You watch her closely as stars shine in her bright eyes
>You turn away, feeling your face heat up
Look, I know I sometimes act like I . . . just don't make me regret saying all that, alright?
>. . .
Fluttershy?
>She's gone
>Briefly see the last sliver of her pink tail disappear behind the door of Carousel Boutique
>Huh, you hope you got through to her
>"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!"
>The scream came from inside the boutique
>You press yourself closely against the bubble, leaning forward to try and see what happened
>The bubble around you fades into nothing
>Fall face first into the dirt
>There's more screaming as you hear the door burst open
>Princess Luna trots out, jumping and screaming and whinnying wildly
>Wrapped around her face is Fluttershy, who's legs flail around like a fish as she tries to keep her arms held tight under Luna's chin
>As Luna dips forward, Fluttershy lets go and spins around to the back of Luna's neck, all while keeping her face down on Luna's face
>It's only when she's turned around, with both arms wrapped around Luna's neck, riding her like a bucking bronco, that you see why Fluttershy didn't move her head
>She's got her lips tightly wrapped around the base of Luna's horn
>She's sucking off the princess
>Her eyes are closed, her cheeks are beat red, her jaw's distended, and she's giving that horn head
>You even think you can see the top of Luna's horn poking out the back of Fluttershy's neck
>Luna seems oddly distressed about all this, given she was all set for an orgy just moments ago
>"Get her off, get her off!" Luna says
>The rest of the girls run out
>"Get her off!" Luna cries again
>"I could make a joke about that," Pinkie says
>"Get her off!"
>"I think she is already," Dash says, chuckling to herself
>Pinkie rolls her eyes
>"Fluttershy, get off of the princess," Twilight says
>Fluttershy moans something unintelligible
>When she strains to open her eyes and sees you, she smiles
>It's actually really fucking creepy to see someone with a distended jaw smile
>But you don't care; you smile back
>Then Twilight slowly starts lifting Fluttershy up with her magic
>Fluttershy's lips slip off Luna's horn with a pop
>Luna shudders, then grabs Fluttershy with her own magic and holds her before her
>"And what have you to say for yourself?" Luna asks her
>Fluttershy goes to speak
>Then she starts coughing, getting spittle all over Luna's angry face
>Luna, remaining stoic, snorts
>"Do you know how harsh the punishment for assaulting a princess is?"
>"I'm sure she had a good reason, princess," Twilight says. "Please, Fluttershy, tell me you had a good reason for doing that."
>Fluttershy spits off to the side
>"I'm sorry," she says to the stoic princess. "But I had to do it to save my friend."
>Twilight forces a smile
>She nudges Luna, who isn't at all moved
>"See? It was for friendship's sake," Twilight says. "So that means it's okay, right?"
>Luna takes in a deep breath
>Then turns on Twilight fiercely
>"She deep-throated my horn!"
>Just then Rarity points at you
>"He's free! Some pony stop him before he gets away."
>Everyone turns your way
>You could probably still make it out of there if you ran right now
>But what about Fluttershy?
>Can you really leave her behind while you make your getaway?

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You can't just abandon Fluttershy, she'd never let you hear the end of it.

Point out that Luna getting her horn deep throated counted as assault, but they were pretty much all about to do the same to you, so how is this any different?

Fluttershy was just trying to teach them all a friendship lesson about consent and boundaries! Twilight should be proud
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>"Run away, my love!" Fluttershy cries. "Save yourself!"
>That's what she says, anyway
>But her eyes are giving you a pleading look, so she probably doesn't mean it at all
>Yeah, if you left now she'd never let you hear the end of it
>Guess you've got to save her, as usual
>Too bad there's no tunes
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PqlHiWrVGag
>Huh, where's that music coming from? It's playing over the ABBA stuff
>Everyone else looks just as confused as you do
>Eh, whatever; it's not the weirdest thing that's happened tonight
>You rise up and brush the dirt off of your body
Calm down, everyone. I'm not going anywhere. In fact, I'll gladly explain to everyone here why it is that Fluttershy did what she did.
>Rarity watches you curiously, and Twilight does so nervously, as you start pacing back and forth, trying to come up with your story
There's obviously no skirting around Fluttershy's clear assault, but she did it for a very good reason, a reason that Twilight has already brought up, actually.
>Twilight's eye shrink in her head and you hear her say "Oh no!" under her breath
It was assault, but does it not do her case well to point out the hypocrisy that the heat of her actions has received when we view it in light of the events with which her assault ran concurrently with?
>Everyone seems to blink at the same time
>Except for Rainbow Dash, who looks annoyed
>"What are you even talking about? Get to the point already."
Basically, you were all going to rape me anyway, so why should Fluttershy get in trouble for doing something that you were all going to do to me?
>There's a general hush
>Rarity's cheeks turn to crimson and she start giggling
>Twilight and Applejack both purse their lips
>Pinkie and Dash take one look at each other before bursting out into laughter, both of them eventually ending up in each other's arms and rolling on the ground
>You harden your gaze at them all
What's so funny?
>"I, too, fail to see what's humorous," Luna says
>Dash, struggling to catch her breath, says:
>"You actually thought we were all going to do it with you?!"
Well . . . yeah.
>Dash and Pinkie take a second to look at the confusion on your face
>Then they again erupt in another squealing burst of laughter
>Luna's brows knit as she studies the faces around her
>Feel your face heat up
I don't get it. You guys said you were going to rape me.
>Rarity clears her throat
>"Well, we never actually did use the word rape," Rarity says
>"It's true," Twilight says, "We never explicitly said we were going to do anything to you."
>"Yeah, I was just going along with what Rarity was saying," Applejack says. "It was fun, and I kind of figured you deserved it anyway."
What the fuck, why?
>"Because you ate my corn when I told you not to."
Shut the fuck up, Applejack. I'm talking about why you thought it would be okay to make me think I was going to be raped? I'm fucking naked right now.
>You thrust your crotch forward
Look at this! It's all shriveled up.
>"You sure that's not actual size?" Dash says
Go to hell, Dash. It's after midnight, and it's fucking cold out here, you asshole. I should've raped your ass when I had the chance, crusty cunt be damned.
>Glaring at everyone, you stomp over to Fluttershy and pull her out from Luna's magic
>You secure her under your arm, before turning on everyone again
Compared to you all, Fluttershy is my best friend, and an exemplary model of consent and boundaries. And we're going home.
>"Just a second," Luna says. "You still have a debt you owe me."
Negative. I'm passing the buck on this one.
>You point at the five guilty ponies around Luna
They misled you into thinking that you were going to have an orgy at the boutique. If you're looking for someone to punish, then use them examples, as they've clearly committed the grievous crime of deceiving a princess in matters of royal importance.
And with that I can officially say that I have done you a good service, and so I consider my debt to you repaid.
>Luna's eyes slowly begin drifting to the left and to the right as she slowly regards the incredulous-looking faces of the guilty party that surrounds her
>Before turning your back on them, you address the rest of your party one last time
Maybe next time you shouldn't play a rape joke on the guy that almost gets raped on a daily basis. Goodbye.
>You start walking away
>From behind your back you hear Luna say:
>"We shall have to discuss your punishments back in my private, underground chambers in Canterlot Castle."
>There's a blink of magic
>And then everyone behind you is gone, leaving only six scorch marks on the ground and the tiny wisps of smoke that rise up from them before they quickly diffuse into the cool night breeze
>Speaking of that cool night breeze
>Fuck, it's cold!
Fluttershy, get on my back. I'm freezing.
>Soon she's got her arms wrapped around your neck and is hugging you close
>The music changes
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DcIwhKYVoSg
>Seriously, where's that coming from?
>"Um, do you know that your forehead is glowing?"
>You walk over to the window of the boutique and see, in your reflection, that your forehead is indeed faintly glowing purple
>"It looks like you might've absorbed some of Princess Luna's magic."
Neato. Wonder if I have badass super magic powers now.
>You briefly picture yourself laying waste to Canterlot Castle, ponies screaming and trotting left and right as their empire crumbles around them
>Heh, destruction rules!
>https://youtu.be/cYtNatxJQos?t=340
>Oh! Music changed
Looks like I don't have all that much control over it.
>Fluttershy doesn't answer
>She's looking down at the scorch marks, sighing
>"Do you think it was right of you to do that to our friends?"
>You mean the assholes who stripped you naked and made you think you were going to get raped?
Of course I do. Why?
>"It's just that, I know what they did wasn't nice, but two wrongs don't exactly make a right."
I feel like we've done a lot of wrong tonight, but so far we're the only ones who are still around.
>"I just think we should at least make sure that they're okay. Princess Luna sure seemed like she was in a bad mood."

what do?

Actually, you know what? No, we're not doing that. I'm not going anywhere near Princess Luna's rape dungeons, especially considering my personal history with that kind of subject matter.
>"What should we do then?"
Well, first off, I'm fucking naked. Did you forget that already?
>"Oh, well, I . . ." she starts shifting uncomfortably
>Now your back suddenly feels a lot warmer
>And stickier
>Ugh
>You seriously need some clothes
>Go inside Carousel Boutique
>For some reason, your clothes are nowhere to be seen
>And the only thing you can find that fits you is . . .
A pink tutu!
>"I like it."
Look, I'm not Iggy Pop, alright. I ain't wearing a pink tutu.
>Why does Rarity even have this in your size anyway?
>Seriously, she's done nothing but creep you out tonight
>"Oh, I found something else for you."
>Fluttershy giddily presents you with a leather gimp suit made for you
>"M-Maybe you should wear this one."
>Why does that exist?
>What the actual fuck is wrong with Rarity?!
I'm not nearly drunk enough for any of this shit.
>But the walk to your house from here is way too far to go without any kind of clothes
>And Fluttershy might want to veer off course entirely if she's still into making sure that her friends aren't being raped too hard
>Hopefully she'll be okay with just sending them all a Get Well Soon card for their anuses when it's all over

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I'm certain you could fashion something wearable from the tutu, the gimp suit, and Fluttershy.

Be a man with a mare and walk home nude, wrap Fluttershy around your body, she has wings use them for warmth

Yeah, this. As distasteful as it may be, it would make her comfortable as well as providing you an escape, maybe you can talk to her and help her to understand. This could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship.
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>There's got to be some way you can make a gimp suit and a tutu look stylish
>First, you put on the gimp suit, sans mask
>Next you slip the tutu over the suit
>Take a look in the mirror
>And then frown
>Because there's absolutely no way to make a gimp suit and a tutu look stylish
>Not even when there's a cute yellow pony standing next to you, beaming, and patting you on the ass with her wing
>"I like it. I think it looks nice."
You're crazy--and I'm stating the obvious.
>"Are you sure you need the crotch part?" she asks, biting her lip
>And she's already reaching for the detachable black leather crotch flap
>Specifically, she's reaching for the back of it--reaching for the detachable ass cover
>Smack Fluttershy on the hoof
>"Sorry. It does look nice, though."
Yeah, right. I'm never wearing this again, especially knowing you.
>"Too bad. It's, um, stylish."
Nope.
>"No, it is. I could bring out one of my characters to tell you, if you don't believe me."
And get you in the role-playing mood again? No way.
>Last time she did that she became some dumb hipster pony
>The only thing worse than Dash spouting a bunch of old memes is Fluttershy speaking only in new memes
>You step outside and wait while Fluttershy closes up Carousel Boutique
>You're shivering, the cold wind still easily finding its way in past all the thin crevices of your mishmash outfit
>It doesn't help that the legs of the suit were just chaps
>And now you can feel Fluttershy rubbing the back of your numb thighs
Fluttershy--
>"Just trying to get the circulation going back here," she says, slapping your stinging behind
>This whole situation reminds you of the main question to be asked here
>Why would you ever want or need to wear something like this?
>Fucking Rarity
>Another chilly gust bites your trembling skin, making your entire body seize up
>Except for the area where Fluttershy is slapping you
Fluttershy, get on my back.
>"Huh? Are you sure?"
Ride me, dammit!
>She squeals in delight before jumping up on your back
>She wraps her arms around your neck and her wings around your body, hugging you close to her
>You grab her legs, and she rests her chin on your shoulder and nestles her cheek against the side of your neck
>When she exhales her warm breath tickles your ear
>Soon you're carrying each other into the center of the quiet empty street
>It's pretty peaceful
>"Do you think we should've gone after our friends?"
>And now it's ruined
Fluttershy, I'm sure they're fine.
>"But Princess Luna just seemed so, um, intense tonight. What makes you so sure?"
This has been one helluva night, and nothing has turned out the way any of us thought it would so far. Why should this be any different?
>"You mean you don't think Princess Luna made them all . . . made them do an orgy?"
Considering how the night's gone, she's probably got them playing Monopoly or something.
>"What's that, some kind of depraved sex game? C-Can we play it?"
It's not a sex game, and no.
>"Oh."
But only because I don't actually have the game. In fact, it doesn't even exist here in colorful horse dimension number four.
>"That's okay, I think I'm too tired to play anyway," she says, yawning into your ear
I'm bushed too. Tonight was easily the most insane Halloween I've ever had.
>"Really?" she asks, rubbing up against your back. "Did you really like it?"
Beats the time I went streaking through my high school fall formal by a mile, that's for sure.
>"I'm glad you ended up having a good time after all."
>. . .
>"What's streaking?"
Nothing.
>"Oh."
>She shrugs
>"I'm just glad I got to spend all of Nightmare Night with you."
Yeah, you got lucky there.
>"Who's the real lucky one? Remember, I saved your butt a few times," she says, giggling
Hey, I did some badass stuff, too. Remember the zombies? I beat some of those fuckers down.
>"When was that?"
Don't act like you don't remember. It was when you were on my back, like you are now.
>"Oh, now I remember that. Gosh, you worked up a such sweat doing that."
>She presses her nose against the back of your neck and inhales with a deep snort
>You'd throw her off if she wasn't keeping you warm
Want to stop that now?
>"Eep!"
>She forces an awkward laugh
>"Um, I mean--I'm sorry."
>She nuzzles your shoulder again and sighs contently
>"Isn't this nice, though, just the two of us, at the end of the night like this?"
I guess.
>"Come on. Can't you just say that you like it, that you like being with me right now?"
You seem to be forgetting that I usually can't stand you.
>"It's different now, though. I know it's different. I saw it in your eyes when you were talking to me in the bubble."
>She brushes her cheek against your ear
>"You like me sometimes, don't you?"
>Feel your face heating up
Fluttershy, stop.
>"It's okay if you don't want to admit it, but I sure would like it if you did."
You're crazy, you know that? I don't have to admit anything.
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OHD2gJNKgtY
>You feel both of your hearts seize up at this new song
>~She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah!
>~She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah!
>Fluttershy hums briefly
>"Oh, what song is this?"
>You groan
>Why'd it have to be The Beatles?
I don't know, okay? I can't control it--just don't listen.
>"I kind of like it."
For God's sake, don't listen to it.
>"Why don't you want me to listen to it?"
Just please don't do it.
>"Are you embarrassed of the song?"
Just don't listen to it, okay?
>"You don't have to be embarrassed, I know you can't control it."
I'm telling you, don't listen to it.
>"I've, um, been listening to it this whole time."
>Christ
Fine. Listen to it, see if I care.
>"I will, mister grumpy."
>She, of course, listens to it
>~She says she loves you, and you know that can't be bad
>~She says she loves you, and you know you should be glad
>You can feel her grinning over your shoulder
>"Oh my! Could this be about us?"
Stop it right now, or I'll drop you.
>"You wouldn't do that. You're a sweetie."
I will toss you, I swear. I've already thrown you a few times tonight.
>"You won't do it because it's too cold out"--she touches your cheek with hers--"and because you don't want to hurt me right now."
>You face hardens into a picture of reserve
>Oh, but you do want to hurt her
>You really do
>But it's only because you're burning up inside
>Because you know she's right
>Though you can't stand her most of the time, her antics, her groping, her ceaseless attention
>The fact is that you want her to stay close to you at this moment--and it kills you because you just know she loves it
>What really sucks is that you could have chosen to hold her at any point before this dreaded moment
>Literally any other time than now would have been better to want her close to you
>You've had numerous opportunities; she's been there the entire time you've been in Equestria
>She was practically attached at your hip the moment you arrived here
>And that's why, even though you wish her to be mauled by barracudas on a good day, you can't imagine life without her
>She's just always there, always endearing herself to you
>She does all she can to be with you--and it's not like she tries to be bad or make you unhappy
>Sure, she should've left you alone the first time you gave her the brush off
>But even with all the wrong she's done, it doesn't feel right for you to say that she's made your life worse
>All she's ever tried to do is make your life better
>She hasn't always succeeded, but is there not nobleness in such efforts as they are?
>The fact is that hearts have no measure for what is right or wrong, only for what they feel
>Whatever has been done in the past, by a heart's judgment, you will always be as sinned for not loving her as she is for loving you
>You can't imagine this night, or any other time, without her being there
>It's crazy, you know it is
>But she loves you
>And with a love like that
>You know you should
>Be glad
>There's silence after the song ends
>As soon as she opens her mouth to speak you're turning on her
Not a word.
>"Okay."
>You look forward again
>You grimace again
>Why'd it have to be that song?
>Why then, and why with her?
>She hums
>"I liked that song, though."
Looks like Halloween isn't over yet.
>"I think you should listen to that song more often."
Of course you do.
>Fucking Fluttershy

********
Next song is Country Roads
********

>From out of the darkness you and Fluttershy eventually find the glowing windows and warm walls of home
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c0dvabcWVo0
>Huh, fitting
>Still carrying Fluttershy, you step over armed bear traps and dried pools of blood
>You enter your den of squalor, never happier to be there in your life
>You take a deep breath
>And feel the inside of your nose is burning
>Your house is fucking freezing!
>Then you see the broken window and you remember why
Dammit. I've got to get into something warm.
>"How about my--"
Do not make a joke about that.
>"O-Okay. . . ."
>Unfortunately, as part of your original decorating, you emptied your closet and spread the contents throughout the house
>So your clothes were literally everywhere
>And you didn't feel like looking for them right now
>You let yourself fall backwards on the couch before slouching down, sinking your back as far down into the filthy cushions as possible
>You spread your legs across the floor
>After cupping your hands together you bring them up to blow on them
>Every tip of your body was frozen and your bones felt hollow and full of ice
>Fluttershy sits next to you
>She doesn't immediately nuzzle up to you but she is leaning her body your way, showing you she's open for it
>In your peripheral vision you can see the dark, slightly raw and certainly bloody rings around her eyes
>She never did get to wash all that blood off, and you can see and smell for the first time her matted sticky coat
>That fat gray rat scampers by your feet before squeezing itself under the couch
>You rub your eyes, then lean your head back and sigh
Sure could have used that nightcap.
>Fluttershy gets up off the couch and sticks her nose under the couch
>"Um, excuse me, might I have a moment of your time?"
>She starts whispering something, and only Fluttershy could make herself unheard despite being within two feet of you
>Whatever. If she wants to talk to rats then that's on her
>You lie your head back again and look off towards the kitchen
>See that, among empty cereal boxes and the flung-about insides of pumpkins, there lies an ear of corn on the counter
>Was that there before?
>Feel a tap on your thigh
>Turn and see there's a rat on your couch
>And he's holding up a Heath bar, offering it to you
>Fluttershy, who has her own Heath bar, smiles at you
>"Go on, take it. Waddles here says that there's plenty under the couch still."
>The rat actually nods after this, its pitch black eyes seeming to sparkle
>With your thumb and forefinger, you slowly pick the Heath bar out from the paws of Waddles
>You open it and take a bite
>Before a minute has gone by you've devoured the whole bar
>God, you've missed candy all this time
>See that Waddles has dragged a dozen Heath bars out from the couch and set them by your feet while you were eating
>They must've all ended up down there after you threw them at Frank
>You open one for Waddles to nibble on while you grab up the rest of them and pig out
>Next to your sloppy dribbling eating, Fluttershy takes small bites of her own candy bar
>The two of you talk about the night, you speaking mostly with your mouth full and Fluttershy nodding along
>Soon there's only one Heath bar left
>The neck of your tutu is covered in toffee crumbs and stains of smeared chocolate
>You wipe your sticky hands off on your belly, smearing brown on pink
>You reach for the last Heath, and your hand brushes against the small fluff on Fluttershy's hoof
>She smiles and folds her ears
>"You can have it, if you want it."
>Open your mouth to say something
>A monster belch bursts out from your mouth instead
>Fluttershy looks stunned for a moment before breaking out into a giggling fit
What? You think that's funny?
>"It's just, you sounded a lot like one of Applejack's piggies there."
>She sighs, then starts to hiccup, her voice squeaking
>Her eyes shrink as you smirk at her
>She covers her mouth with one hoof, blushing
>"Excuse me."
It's fine, befitting, even. I'd say the pig has met the mouse.
>You both chuckle, and it's then that your eyes meet
>Under sufferance of your gaze, she pins her ears back and begins to smile
>It's unnerving how easily her soft eyes will directly rest on your heart whenever she sees you
>Then she hiccups again
>"Oh, excuse me again."
>She lightly hits her chest a few times
>Despite this you still feel a bit awkward
>You look away
Uh, Fluttershy, I don't . . .
>You stop when you see that Waddles has a small pile of candy corn by your feet now
>You didn't have any candy corn here when you left
>Just then there's a knock at the door
>Stare at the door
There's no way that could be a trick or treater. . . .
>Right?
>You and Fluttershy share discerning looks
>Then she hiccups again
>She quickly covers her mouth, her chest spasming as the hiccups try to squeak out

what do?
********
Answer the door.
********

>You grab the Heath bar and stand up
Well, I gotta answer that.
>"I really don't think that's a good idea."
Fluttershy, what have I said about this night being nothing like we expected so far? It's just a trick or treater.
>"It's after midnight."
Then this kid is the coolest trick or treater ever and it would be a crime not to give him some candy.
>"I'm nervous."
Why?
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pP5gpZHjd8g
>Seriously, you're getting beef from the uncontrollable magic too?
>You need to go put Metal Machine Music back on sometime
There's nothing to be worried about.
>There's more knocking, really loud
>Turn towards the door
I'm coming!
>"Wait," Fluttershy says
>She gets up and joins you just as you're mere inches from the door
>Then she starts hugging your legs
>Roll your eyes
>Should've known it was all just another excuse for her to get a hug
>She's gotten way too feelsy since she got you out of the bubble
Fluttershy, it's just--
>Hear a chainsaw rev up
>A spinning blade saws through the top of the door before cutting its way down, sending chunks of wood flying everywhere
>The door falls in two pieces
>Before you stands a white stallion, with a bloody burlap sack on his head, wielding a chainsaw
>He lifts the chainsaw up over his head before screaming and charging at you
>Fluttershy starts shaking your legs
>"Don't just stand there, we've got to run!"
>You grab her, and there are three instincts that are all at war in your mind
>One is to protect her somehow
>One is to throw her at the guy
>And one is to listen to what she says

those darn chainsaw maniacs
what do?
********
Time to let the clown off the leash...

It's probably just one of the guards from earlier returning the chainsaw to you.

This! How nice of the guard

Just don't throw Flutterbutt at him this time.
********

Stay back, Fluttershy, I'll handle this.
>You push her back
>Then, channeling your inner Leon Kennedy, you bring your fist back and clock that chainsaw fucker
>He flies backwards off of his hooves and does a little aerial spin before coming crashing down to the floor
>You bring your shattered knuckles up to your hands and blow on them
Better try an old trick, cause that one's getting old.
>The burlap sack, which had been knocked off, floats down by the stallion's still head
>He's out cold, the entire left side of his face is bruised
>You see he's got a wagon with him that's carrying all of your stuff
>And he's the guard that was with Princess Luna earlier
Oh, fuck.
>You lift him up while Fluttershy goes and gets a glass of water
>"Um, you don't have any water in here," she calls out from the kitchen
>Right, you had your fridge unplugged for the entire month
Well just get something we can splash him with.
>She comes back and dumps a glassful of spoiled milk curds on his face
>His face twitches a bit and he starts to blink his eyes
>"Huh? What's going on?"
>He licks his lips
>And then immediately doubles over and starts vomiting on the floor
>He rubs his cheeks, an abject look of horror on his face when he sees the white chunks he's wiped off
Yeah, don't eat any more of those.
>He jerks his head up and gasps when he sees you
>"What is this?!" he screams, holding his hoof-full of curds out to you
It's just--
>"Am I dying?!" he screams, his bottom lip trembling
>God, what a baby
You're fine. Fluttershy here just poured some spoiled milk on you.
>His wild gaze shifts to Fluttershy, who looks down towards the floor
>"Sorry," she mumbles
>The guard opens his mouth, then winces and presses his hoof against his bruise
>"Geeze," he hisses. "It feels like some pony just let the clown off the leash."
>You and Fluttershy share a confused look
>You're pretty sure that isn't an actual expression
>Though you were almost made to wear a leash, or Rarity at least had one for your gimp suit
>Fluttershy tried to argue that it would help keep you two from being separated in the dark
>You argued that she was horny all the time and should shut up
>You could've been captain of the debate team back in high school if you had wanted to be
>The guard looks at you both earnestly
>"How did my face get like this?"
>You stop short of telling him that he was just born unlucky
>"Seriously, what happened to me?"
>He stares at you both for a moment
>"Also, who are you guys? And, my man, where can I get an outfit as stylish as the one you're wearing?"
>Fluttershy smiles smugly your way
>"See? It is stylish."
>You resist the urge to flick her on the nose
>Then you pull her aside and whisper to her:
He doesn't remember who we are.
>"Goodness!" she says, bringing her hoof, her back legs trembling a bit. "You must've hit him very hard for that to happen."
>See she's blushing and biting her lip, clearly thinking of something else
>You purse your lips, realizing that you must've turned her on just then
>Damn your super accurate Leon S. Kennedy impression!
>Just then the other guard, minus his helmet, walks in from out of the dark
>And, presumably, the cemetery
>In stunned silence, you lightly tap Fluttershy and then point her towards the reanimated guard
>She gasps
>"Oh my!" she whispers
I know, right?
>"You aren't going to hit him too, r-right?" she says, her voice trembling. "Oh, that would be so bad!"
>She starts looking from you to the guard and back, all while breathing heavily, sweat starting to collect at the top of her forehead
>You ignore the horny little devil and turn your attention back to the reanimated guard
>He looks down sternly at the downed guard
>"There you are. Where the hay have you been all this time?"
>"Where have I been?" the downed guard says indignantly as he gets up. "Where have you been? The last thing I remember is you ditching me."
>"I didn't ditch you."
>"Says you! I don't even know how I got out of that corn maze. And look at my face, dude. I'm all jacked up for some reason."
>"Whatever. We got to get back to the princess," says the reanimated guard
>"Oh, right," the other guard says, straightening up. "We better find her before we get in trouble."
>"Let's get out of here then."
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Jlk8QgOXz0
>The not-supposed-to-be-dead guard sees your forehead glowing and smiles
>"Oh, looks like you've been touched by Princess Luna's magic."
Yeah. You know how I can control it?
>He shrugs
Thanks, buddy. Big help.
>"Don't worry about the magic, it'll pass through you eventually, like it's doing now. Maybe even all at once, and boy is that something to see when it happens!"
Honestly, I was kind of hoping for some sick magical powers.
>"Well, because she's the princess of the night, all of her magic that's in you will collect in one place during the night while you sleep."
Like my fists?
>"I've mostly heard of it happening in your mind."
>Boring
>"Yep, you might have some very intense dreams tonight, so that's something."
Something useless, just like you two have been all night.
>The downed guard scrunches his muzzle, then steps out
>You start yawning, ready to see if that dream stuff is true or not
>Fluttershy turns to give you what was probably supposed to be an admonishing look for being rude to the guard
>Instead, due to her back legs rubbing against each other, like some kinda horny grasshopper's, she just taps you on the thigh and suggests that you get some rest
>"I'll go get you some blankets," she says, trotting upstairs
>The reanimated guard stops just before exiting and looks over his shoulder at you
>"Hey, thanks for taking care of him for me."
>He smiles, showing off that he's only got two rotted jagged teeth left
>Then he turns and heads out
>A moment later you hear one of your bear traps go off
>Someone screams
>"Why is this even here?!"
>"Come on, let's get you to a hospital!"
>"Oh, uh . . . my leg's fine, actually. Doesn't even hurt--AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!"
>"Dude, come on. Your leg's in bad shape. It almost looks black! And there's a bunch of holes in it!"
>"Hey--put me down!"
>"Don't worry, buddy, I'll get you some help!"
>"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!"
>You slam the half of your door that's still in the frame and pretend you can't hear them anymore
>Eventually they're gone, and Fluttershy comes back down, dragging a blanket behind her and carrying a pillow in her teeth
>You blink your tired eyes as she lays them down on the couch, straightening everything out and making a respectable bed
>"There," she says proudly, patting the blanketed spot. "You can lie down here."
You do know I have my own bed, right?
>"Oh, well, maybe I could stay here then . . . ?"
>You sigh as you approach her
>She looks up at you pleadingly
>"Please let me stay. I don't want to go back by myself on a night like this."
>She looks down at the floor
>"I'm afraid to go back right now."
>You regard her with a mix of pity, annoyance, and sympathy
>Normally you'd tell her to suck it up, then you'd kick her out
>But you don't have a door to lock her out of
>And besides, after all you've been through tonight, you feel she's earned herself a little better treatment from you
>Letting her stay in your house though, especially when you can't keep an eye on her
>That's a shaky prospect
>And you're way too tired to walk her back to her cottage
>She looks up at you again, folding her ears
>"Please can I stay?"

what do?
********
Let her stay, she probably won't do anything nefarious.
********

Alright, I'll let you stay.
>Before you can warn her not to try anything she's already squealed and jumped up on you, wrapping her arms around yours
>"Yay! I promise you won't even notice I'm here."
>She squeezes you tighter, making you wheeze
Very unlikely, Flutterbutter.
>After letting you go and apologizing, she starts lifting up the bed stuff she laid earlier
>You watch her fold the blanket and tuck the pillow under her arm
Yeah, just go ahead and rearrange that stuff any way you want, and make yourself--
>She flies upstairs in a flash
. . . Comfortable.
>You rush upstairs and see that your bedroom door is open
Goddammit.
>Go in to find that she's straightening things up on one side of the bed
>One side of your bed
>She smiles bashfully, folding her ears when she sees you
>"Can you at least think about--"
Absolutely not.
>"O-Okay. . . ."
>She takes her bed stuff off, then starts making a place for herself nearby on the floor
>Pretty much right next to where she wanted to be in bed
>She notices you're still staring at her
>"It's, um, not a sleepover unless you're in the same room . . . and I can be good, I swear."
>You simply roll your tired eyes and walk past her
>Into the bathroom
>"Oh, are you taking a shower? Are you--"
>And you slam the door behind you, locking it
>". . . Okay then."
>A while later you're lying in your bed, your hair still damp
>Fluttershy comes out from the bathroom, her feathers all fluffed and her mane wetted down
>"Thanks, I really needed to use the shower. Sorry I took so long."
In all that time, you were just washing the blood off, right?
>"Well, what else would I be doing in the shower?" she says with a giggle
>She raises her tail and gives it a little flick after saying this
>Not taking the bait, you turn over and show her your back
Just get the lights. The switch is over by the--
>"Thanks, but I already know."
>Oh, yeah, that's not creepy
>As soon as the lights go off, and you hear her settle under the blanket next to your bed, you mumble:
I've made a huge mistake.
>She settles, and you can tell she's got her eyes on you
>"Good night."
Yeah. . . . Good night.
>You lie there for a while, waiting for her to move on you
>Just then you hear her turning
>Cover that dick!
>Clench those cheeks!
Fluttershy . . . ?
>Turn over and see that she's lightly snoring
>She mumbles something unintelligible, lightly sneezes, then rolls over onto her side
>You sigh, then lie back and close your eyes
>You fall into a deep, satisfying sleep

>Somewhere in the night, in the dark, you can hear Fluttershy's breathing
>She crawls on top of you, lying on your chest until your back starts to sweat from your combined warmth
>Her hair tickles your cheeks as you feel her looking down at you
>She brushes the stray hairs away, then caresses your cheek
>"Just one," she whispers
>She leans down, her face inches away from yours, her exhaled breath blowing against your lips
>"Just one, one that I can remember fondly afterwards, one that he can never hate me for. . . ."
>She holds her breath
>All is quiet, all is still
>Ever so slightly, she bends herself towards you

what do?
********
I say let her have this, she’s done a good job most of the night, and if she thinks you don’t know she can’t use it against you.
********

>Your heart starts going like mad as you lie back, letting her fall into you
>She takes in a deep, silent breath, as though gathering her courage, before she pushes herself forward and joins her lips with yours
>There's a tingling feeling along the back of your neck
>Conscious of nothing else, you surrender yourself to the waves of pleasure given by her slowly-parting lips
>Faint images of all that you had done earlier that night float past your eyes
>You relive it all, the surprise of her first appearing on your doorstep
>The defeat of the first chainsaw maniac (stupid Pinkie)
>Talking your way out of being arrested by the guards
>Riding down the hill in the cemetery and bashing zombie heads
>Throwing the journal at Spergle
>Appealing to Fluttershy while you were trapped cold and naked in that bubble
>All of these triumphs come back to you in that kiss in the dark and lift up your spirit
>Her lips part from yours and you can feel her eyes looking down at you and, though you can't see them, you can feel that she loves you
>And you know you should be glad
>But then her lips make a sound like she's kissing you again
>Only she isn't
>The sound, like wet smacks, travels over you in pleasurable waves just like her kiss had done
>Your eyes slowly adjust to the faint sunlight that's coming in the room
>The blankets that once covered you are gone and Fluttershy is lying on her side on top of your legs
>Your wet cock is in her mouth as she goes down on it, her eyes closed and her cheeks crimson with warmth
>You wait for her lips to come up to your tip before you reach out and flick her on the nose
>Her eyes shrink as her vision travels up the length of your body to meet your grimace
>She slips her lips off of your head with a wet pop and you feel keenly the chill of the room as all your pleasure is sapped away
>She open her mouth to speak but your wet dick slaps her on the cheek, and a bit of your cum, mixed with spittle, drips out the side of her mouth
>She wipes her mouth and ends up saying nothing
>She only laughs awkwardly and looks off to the side
>"This must look like a sticky situation, huh?"
>There's a limp beat after this, and her smile withers away
>"Never mind. I'll just go--"
Wait.
>Your eyes meet and she lets out a noise--"Eep!"--as you grab the back of her head
>You hold her by her mane, a conflicted feeling overtaking your mind as you think of what you should do with all your pent-up energy

what do?
********
Grab that horse by the butt.

It's clearly just one of those Luna magic dreams. That means you can do anything! R-right?

Fuck her like an animal, if she does not scream with pleasure then you fail.

This horse is gonna get fucking ravaged.

unf
********

>Wait, just a second ago it was nighttime
>And now you're awake, Fluttershy somehow got on your lap without you feeling it, and she somehow was able to blow you until you came
>Yet you didn't wake up until just now
>Okay, clearly this has to be one of those intense dreams brought on by Luna's magic
>And considering that this is your dream, and that you have magical powers
I can do anything I want!
>Fluttershy's eyes wander for a second before instantly widening
>"Um . . . yes, you can do anything, absolutely anything! Unf!"
>Fluttershy bits her bottom lip and tries to lunge for your lips
>Despite you not letting go of her mane
>"Ow!"
>While watching her wince, you purse your lips
Why are you even still here?
>"W-What?"
>You pick her up, spin her around, and sit her down on your waist before grabbing two handfuls of dat ass
>She lets out an "Eep!" when your erection slaps against her belly
>And an even bigger "Eep!" when your fingers dig into the pliable flesh of her rump
>You eye her butt curiously
>Now just how the heck do you get her ass to turn into Celestia's?
>You knead her chubby cheeks like dough, smooshing her cutie mark
>"O-Oh my goodness! AH!!"
Fluttershy, be quiet, I'm trying to concentrate.
>She starts breathing huskily, her tail dock rising and falling with each panting breath, as she begins rubbing her warm dripping sex against the base of your shaft
>"This . . . is my new fetish!"
>She still hasn't changed into the princess of dat ass
>You groan in frustration
>Man, why isn't this working?
>You squeeze her cheeks with all your might, smashing them together like they're two big yellow plump pillows, until her flesh fills the spaces between your fingers
>She throws her head back and screams in pleasure, her fat tongue lolling out
>She looks over her shoulder at you, groaning in need
>"I need it now! Give me the dick!"
>Huh?
>Against your wishes, she pulls herself out from your grip and, now facing you, holds her waist over your pulsing red rod
>She looks down at your bobbing cock, giggling madly as she smashes her hot sex against it
>Every touch of her body sends a jolt of pleasure up your spine
>Man, this stinks
>Where the heck is Celestia already?
>"I can't take it anymore!"
>Fluttershy stops and looks up the length of your body until her crazed eyes meet yours
>"Shove it up in me!"
I ain't going to do that.
>"Oh, yes you are!"
>Just then her tail wraps around the base of your length and coils around it like a snake
>In an amazing feat of tail dexterity, she lifts your cock up until your glans slide into the soft grip of her lips
>She looks up at you, grinning, her pupils dilated and her entire body trembling
>"You're going to love me!"
>Oh boy
This ain't a dream, is it?
>She slams down on your cock, her warm wet pussy taking you to the hilt before clenching tightly around your base
>"Oh my Celestia!"
Oh fuck!
>You throb and twitch inside her, feeling her contractions running up and down your cock, and squeezing it like her pussy is a soft wet fist
>Fuck! the pleasure is unreal!
>No, wait, you do realize who it is you're fucking!
>R-Right?
Fluttershy, get off of me!
>Heh, she could probably make a joke about that
>You try to lift her off, but she's got her pussy clamped around your dick like a vise
>All you manage to do is pull on your dick
>And it feels fucking awesome
>Fuck, does it feel good!
>You let go of Fluttershy and she falls on top of you, panting and exerted
>You're breathing so heavily that you're able to lift her up with your chest
>She lifts her eyes up to yours and wraps her arms around your neck
>"Ram into me!"
Fuck, this really isn't a dream.
>Your hands travel down along her curves until you're grabbing her by her waist
>You start slowly pumping your cock in and out of her warm slip, the rhythm of your bodies rocking together, like you're both on a boat out at sea
>The bedframe squeaks and rocks along with your combined moans
>Just then Fluttershy buries her head into your chest
>She whines like she's hurt
>"Go faster. . . ."
>Meanwhile all you can say is
This isn't a dream, is it?
>Fuck, you feel like a broken record
>"Yes, yes, this is a dream, sweetie. Now go faster!"
>You thrust up into her hard, making her breath hitch
>Then you raise your legs, lifting her up slightly, and start pumping in and out of her drooling puss, like a jackhammer pushing into a gushing lemon
>You're both a sweaty tangled mess of each other, both of you breathing down the others neck as you embrace
>As you both sweat and lift and pump into each other, you can feel the pressure building up at your base
I'm going to--
>"Keep going!" she pants. "Oh my goodness, don't you stop!"
>With that you push her up so that she's straddling you, and you start ramming her even harder, feeling every twitching wet inch of her in and out
>You're getting so close, your cock throbbing and twitching like mad
>You're past the point of no return now
>You can feel your head flaring, and all the cylinders are firing at full power
>You're definitely going to cum
>There's just one problem
>The inside of Fluttershy's waist is glowing blue
>There's a pulsing blue light inside her
>It looks like she's got a big blue tube in her vagina
>And you're pretty sure that big blue tube is your dick
>"AH, AH, Ah, AH!!"
>She doesn't seem to notice or care though, as she's still bouncing on top of you
>Still though, the light is starting to get bigger; it's even sparkling
>Almost like it's charging up
>Fluttershy screams as a torrent of her warm fluids gushes out from her stretched, wet gash, covering your cock and dripping down onto your pent-up nuts
>Between her gasps and moans, she cries out to you, in a rocky voice:
>"Cum for me, baby! Fill me up!"
>As you feel the first twitch of your own coming torrent, and as the distinct ring of magic charging up pings in your ears, you realize that she's probably going to regret saying what she just said
>But, thrusting up into her one last time, with all your might, you know you sure aren't going to regret a thing
>You hilt up in her wet battered pussy one last time and shoot rope after rope of your hot sticky seed inside her
>Your jaw drops open
Ah!
>She tilts her head back
>"AH!!"
>And the loud tinkling sound of a spell going off comes from down below
>The blue glow is too bright to not be noticed now
>Fluttershy looks down at her glowing waist for the first time
>The air around you both seems to be trembling as the magic energy reaches a breaking point
>Everything stops for a moment
>It's the calm before the storm
>Then there's a small ping, like the sound of initial impact when there's a distant explosion
>And Fluttershy's pussy floods with wave after wave of sparkly blue magic
>It's so much that it starts slightly lifting her up off your cock
>Her entire waist is beginning to tremble and shake
>And soon, like a cork, she's going to pop
>Her eyes shrink in terror, and she folds her ears
>"Oh dear. . . ."
>There's a surge of blue energy that comes flooding out from her pussy, like a rocket's flame
>Fluttershy is propelled off of your waist and goes flying up into the air
>She flips forward and somersaults over your head, over the headboard, and over the windowsill that's above your bed
>And you hear her crash right through the glass of the window
>Followed by her distant, slowly-fading scream of terror:
>"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa--!"
>There's a loud crunch as she lands in the bushes outside
>You jump up and carefully stick your head out over the broken shards of glass that are still sitting in your windowpane
>Look down at the new hole that's in your bushes
Yo, Fluttershy, you alright?
>". . . Oh yeah . . . Didn't lose a single drop of it. . . . !"
>Man, she sounds like she's out of her head
>You tuck your dick back in your pajama pants and run outside
>When you reach the bushes you stick your hand down into the hole and feel around for her mane
>There's nothing, until you feel one of your fingers get taken into a slimy wet hole
>Yeah, you recognize that feeling: she's sucking on your finger
>You curl your finger into her cheek and lift her up out of the bushes like a fish on a hook
>Pull her out from the bushes and seat her on the ground
>She's got a wiggly smile on her face, and her eyes are starry
>She falls onto her back and sighs blissfully
>"That was everything I wanted . . . and more!"
So you're not hurt?
>She lifts her head up
>"Why? D-Did you want it to hurt me?"
Get your mind out of the gutter for one second.
>"But we just got finished having sex."
Do it anyway. I'm asking you if you're hurt from the fall.
>"I don't think so."
>You make her get up and stretch all of her limbs, to make sure nothing's broken
>Once you're sure she's okay, you start heading back inside
What was all that, anyway?
>"It was magic. Our first time was so great that it was magical."
>Roll your eyes
Sure. But what's more likely is that it was probably just the last of Luna's magic trying to find a way out.
>"That's right, our sex is so good that it beats alicorn magic. Can we do it again?"
Don't think so.
>"Oh come on, just one more before I have to go tend to my critters."
>She gives you a big, pleading smile with stars in her eyes
>You actually feel like you're going to have a hard time saying no to that face, so instead you say:
I'll think about it, okay? It hasn't even been a full day yet, and I already went from hating you to fucking your horse pussy.
>"Is that bad?"
No, it's just that we made a lot of choices in such a short time, and it's given me a lot to think about.
>She nods and looks ahead
>Her smile gets smaller but doesn't disappear
>"I understand."
>She looks off for a moment
>"Was it good . . . ?"
>You turn fully to her
It was really good.
>She gasps and starts hovering in place
>"Yay!"
>She flies over and wraps your arms in a hug
>And you feel a small warm tickling in your cold, cold heart
>This might work out after all
>Well, for her, anyway
>Fucking Fluttershy
>You round the corner just in time to catch Derpy delivering your mail
>She smiles at you, though her loopy eyes are looking in opposite directions
>"So are you two a couple now?"
No, she just won't get off of me.
>Fluttershy folds her ears and finally lets you out of her hug
>"S-Sorry."
>You scratch behind her ears for a moment
>"I think something's changed between you two. I can see it clearly," Derpy says with one eye looking up at the blinding morning sun
>And the other eye down at your crotch
>She smirks
>"But you don't have to tell me if you don't want to yet. Though you might want to put your wiener away."
>Look down and see that your dirty cum-covered dick slipped out from your pants
>Yeah, your button is gone for some reason
>Some yellow reason, no doubt
>Fluttershy folds her ears and blushes following a hard look from you
>Derpy just smiles, one eye floating up and down in her head like it's a blob in a lava lamp
>You adjust yourself so that Derpy doesn't have to see that
Sorry, Derpy.
>"Oh, it's fine. Actually, I'm kind of glad I saw it."
>"And just what does that mean?!" Fluttershy says jealously, getting up in Derpy's face (though Derpy couldn't see it because her eyes were too far apart).
>"I mean it's famous now," she says. "You can read all about it in today's paper."
>She easily pushes Fluttershy to the side and then drops your mail at your feet
>Derpy leaves
>You look down at the paper, wondering what Derpy meant
>You pick up the paper
>There's a folded note on top of it
>Open it up and read it
>'You can't conceive of the pain we experienced last night, but here's some butthurt of your own.
>'Thanks a lot for ditching us!'
>Huh, that's definitely Twilight's writing
>You scan the newspaper for articles about your dick
>'Local Zebra goes on Vacation'
>Oh, wait, that's about Rhymin' Simon
>It's an article explaining why she wasn't around last night to give tours and tell ponies about the legend of Nightmare Moon
>The reporter talks of finding a note on the door of her hut, which read:
>'I'm currently out doing zebra stuff, so if you want to see me, that's tough.'
>Yeah, you're glad you never ended up going over there
What does this have to do with my dick though?
>"Um, that's the local section."
>Oh, right
>You flip over to the front page
>'Notorious Changeling Murderer Caught!'
>No, that ain't it
>'Strange Markings Found on the Moon Resemble Mini Corn Dog'
>There's a picture of the moon
>And on the moon is a bunch of craters and ridges that are shaped together to look like--
That's my dick!
>"W-What?!"
>You straighten the page out and pore over it
>'Strange markings, which have been described as having the appearance of a very hairy mini corn dog, were discovered on the moon very early this morning.'
>The article goes on to assuage any fears of the markings having anything to do with Nightmare Moon's return
>They also keep comparing your dick to things ranging from a jumping bean to a triple-A battery
>There's even a quote by Princess Twilight
>'Whatever the markings may be, they're certainly very small, and I don't feel that they're big enough to pose any danger to any pony, or even make them feel anything at all.'
That's bullshit! I told them all that it was cold out!
>Fluttershy taps you on the thigh
What?! I was naked! What?!
>"Look," she says, pointing up
>The faint moon can be seen up in the sky
>And so can your tiny shriveled dick
>You grimace at the moon
>Fluttershy taps your thigh again
>"What are you going to do?"
>You think for a moment before sighing and crumpling the paper up in your hands
You know what, I don't think I'm going to do a damn thing.
>You turn to head inside
>"Wait. Can I stay for a while?"
>You look at Fluttershy, her ears folded, and your eyes reflecting pure perception
>She smiles, thanks you and then walks inside
>"I can help you clean up a bit, you know."
>Yeah, you know
>And that's why you didn't need to say a damn thing
>The choice was obvious by now

end

and one more tune for the road
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dsi-eF6-uOY