The Nightmare: Chapter 1

Chapter 2

After a very worried-filled day, Britt was out of school and on his way home. Many of the other students were going out of their way to avoid the boy. He looked downcast and scared as he walked. He had barely walked halfway to the crosswalk when he felt a presence behind him. He spun about to see the enormous mare behind him.

"You do know you are a dead pony...wolf...thing tonight, yeah~?" She taunted in a sing-song voice. "Tomorrow, everyone will smell you coming and avoid you like you had the plague! Better get a tomato juice bath ready~!"

A small crowd gathered behind her, looking at the doomed pony with sorrowful faces.

Britt could only look up at the mare, whose name was Misha, and sigh. "I know... you taunted me all through history class... My anxiety is killing me...."

Misha smirked darkly. "That's the spirit~!" She leaned down and put her muzzle down by Britt's head. "If you a good little puppy...." She said rather sensually and almost seductively. "You will get a treat~!" She stood up straight.

Britt's face darkened with a blush, unsure what to say or think. Finally, he just looked at her with a grimacing face filled with fear.

'Chell laughed a bit evilly. "Have fun until the time to come~." She walked away, brushing Britt with her tail. "Oh! And a little present to get you ready~!" She poked him with the tip of her tail right under his nose.

Nothing happened. Everyone present was looking around confused.

Britt, however, clenched his nose with his fingers, turning a sickly green color in the face. Then, he started to cough and gag.

Everyone backed away, not smelling anything, and they dispersed as the suffering wolf pony hybrid hacked and retched.

What had happened is during the day, Misha had laced the tip of her tail with a tiny droplet of her musk. Her magic had hidden the smell, and it continued to do so as it stuck to Britt.

Britt was now walking home. He had his nose clamped with a hand. He was trying to rush back when he was stopped by a sudden hug from behind.

"Hey, Bri- What's wrong?" A black mare with white markings asked as she held him.

"Nothing Lelannie." He barked out at the mare in a grumpy way. "I'm a dead pony walking...." He sighed, not looking at her.

"What? Why!?" Lela asked, now very concerned.

"Misha..."

"Oh... That explains everything, I guess. Well, you don't stink, but...." She wiped a finger between his upper lip and nose. "Yeah, that figures... My sister is very evil somedays...." She sighed. "So what does she want you to do then?"

"I can't tell you... She wants it to be a secret...." Britt said dejectedly.

The skunk mare looked at him before hugging him tighter. "You will be fine! You just gotta survive, and I will fix you up! Promise!"

"Alright... I will come over after...." He said with a sad sigh. "Thanks for being there for me, Lela."

"I always help my friends!" She let go of him. "Just be safe!"

"I will try to be...." Britt once again sighed as he walked away.

A few hours later...

Britt was walking towards Misha's house full of dread. There was no escaping what he thought was coming and he was terrified of the consequences if he didn't show up. He hesitated upon reaching the door. A minute went by as the boy started to muster the courage to knock. Finally, he tapped his clawed hand against the door then waited in silence as time itself seemed to slow.

"Coming~!" Misha sang out as she drew out the 'o' to make the word last a bit. She opened the door. In the time from when school ended, Misha had been getting ready for the long night the two had coming together. She wore a very nice shirt which left little to the imagination when it came to her chest and very tight legging pants to accent the nice shirt. She had put some eyeshadow on that was white and it made her to look very, very attractive. "Yes, ~?" She sang out again as she stared down at the boy.

Britt was shocked at how amazing the tall mare looked that he couldn't speak. Never had the boy been in the presence of such a mare that was this stunning he almost didn't know what to do or say.

"Awe, isn't that precious~? The boy can't speak. I was so worried that you weren't going to make it! I am so happy you did!" She said with a bit of a coo. "I hope you are ready for this night because I am sure you are going to remember it for a looong time~!" The mare once again drew out the vowel.

"I-I..." Britt started to stammer as a very dark blush came across his face, still unsure of what to say.

She pulled him into the house, shutting the door behind them. "Now I have you right where I need you...." She smirked darkly. "This is where the fun begins~!"

Britt swallowed, still unable to speak currently.

"Now then!" She clapped her hands together. "I am sure you are wondering how this will play out~ I need you to sit down on the couch right there, and I will tell you~!"

He did as instructed without hesitation. He sat on the couch and started to shiver and shake a bit. Maybe she'd take it easy on him if she saw how scared the boy was.

"Now, now~" She cooed a bit cruelly. "No need to be scared~!" She moved in front of him, bending forward to give the boy a bit of a view. "Just relax~."

Britt, in his fear, kept his eyes locked on the large mare's violet eyes. Then, he slowly nodded, not looking away from Misha's face.

"My, my!" She smirked, feigning the look of impression. "You have amazing self-control~ Aren't you a good little puppy~."

Britt shuddered at the pet name Misha seemed to have adopted.

"Let's get started then~."