Nightmare Night. One of the best nights of the year. Ponies stay up all night, party, and focus on scaring each other.

The idea of 'terror' for these ponies only amounted to little jump scares and yelling 'boo', but it could honestly be much worse.

And, there weren't many ponies that you don't mind spending your time with, but hell with it. It's a holiday. So, tonight, you're at Pinkie's party.

It's not a bad time, per se, but it has a sense of cheese to it. The sort of 'this is clearly intended for children cheese. If this is what it takes ponies to have a good time, they must be really simple to entertain.

A fake pony corpse sits on a table with a sign on it. You go to check it out as other ponies talk and sip on punch.

'Feel what a pony's insides feel like!'

Three covered bowls sit on the table.

You put your hand in the first one that's labeled 'eyeballs'.

Feeling around inside, you distinctly feel cold peeled grapes. They're slimey and a little gross, but not really that scary.

Moving to the second bowl, the label says 'guts'. Placing your hand inside, you feel lightly oiled spaghetti.

You laugh at the sheer childish nature of it, but some ponies look at you in disgust. They must really think this is legit.

Moving to the last bowl, you check the label that says 'stomach.' You put your hand in the bowl and straighten in surprise. This bowl is much, much deeper.

It's warm, moist, and convulses around you. You push down to the bottom and hear a gentle moan from under the table. You remove the cover from the bowl and find your hand deep inside yellow pony's privates.

You shiver in disgust as you pull out your slimy hand. You flip the table and she looks up at you in surprise.

She stutters out a profession of love and tries to fly out of an open window. Except, she gets scared by a costume. Then, she runs into a wall at full force and passes out.

For some reason, they decide that -you- are the one that should take her to the hospital.

Fucking ponies.