I decided to write a prequel-sequel to Chapter 2. I actually had help from Velvet-Fresh, a user on Fimfiction with a few of the ideas for this chapter, mainly the the idea for a nightclub as well as some of the dialogue choices. So thank you, Velvet-Fresh!

"Thy words mean nothing to us, sister dearest! We shall be denied no longer!"

"Thou art a fool if thou think we shall stand idly by, sister! Lower the moon!"

"Nay! We shall do no such thing! The moon remaineth!"

"LUNA!"

"YAAAAH!"

A single solitary human shot up out of bed, massive wings spread behind him in complete alarm and terror. His bedsheets were soaked with sweat, and not just because of the warm October night. He was sitting in a large cotton bed, his sheets made of the finest silk. A comforter lay at the foot of the bed, still unused as the cold winter months had yet to arrive. The human, one Jethro Bethridge of the planet Earth, had arrived in Equestria a little over a half year ago and had not only earned the trust of Princesses Celestia and Luna, but had also somehow gained the power of an Alicorn.

His Earth house had been teleported into a special space within the castle walls and had a protective shield placed around it not only by the two Princesses, but by him as well using an ancient magic that he had been granted by the benefactor who had given him not only the means by which to live in Equestria but had also been accidentally responsible for his wings and magic.

He had found himself in the world of Equestria, but it had taken him a while to realize that he was living in the distant past, over a thousand years before any of the Ponies from the show were even alive. And just before Celestia had to banish her sister Luna to the moon.

And now, that human was trembling in terror. Because in the time he had been in Equestria, he had seen every episode of My Little Pony, including the episode showing the battle between Celestia and Luna. He'd told Celestia and Luna about the show, of course, even showing them certain parts of episodes that didn't hint at any of the Nightmare Moon debacle. But even with his attempts at trying to subtly help the sisters come closer, Celestia had only grown prouder when she learned that her reign wasn't only assured, but that it would last for a thousand years. And now, just twenty minutes before midnight which would signal the first Halloween he would spend in this world, he'd had a nightmare about it.

"No…I won't let it happen," he growled as he tossed the sheets away and lit the lantern beside his bed. He rushed over to his dresser and grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt with the image of the Andromeda Galaxy printed onto it. After throwing on some shoes and turning the oil lamp off, he threw the doors to his castle bedroom open and rushed out.

The castle hallways were empty currently, but it wasn't unlit. There were sconces against the walls which held oil lamps that illuminated the hallways. He didn't see anyone except for the Night Royal Guard, who knew him well enough that his presence didn't quite alarm them anymore. It had taken them quite a while to at least tolerate his presence, but now that they knew he was a beloved friend of the Princesses, they treated him well enough. They were a bit concerned when they saw him running, but when a couple of them asked if there was some emergency, all he said was, "I just need to see Princess Luna."

After a good deal of running and sometimes flying, he reached the massive arched double doors that led into the throne room. He burst through them, entering the empty but well-lit throne room. Well, empty save for guards on either side of the twin thrones. As well as a bored looking Luna sitting on her throne.

Relief washed over him as he spread his wings. "Luna!" he called out, leaping into the air and flying directly towards her.

Luna's bored expression vanished into one of shock, but Jethro didn't see it as he quickly wrapped his arms around her tightly. "Ah! What is the meaning of this, Sir Jethro?" Luna asked in alarm. "What ails thee so? Is there some attack? Are our Ponies in any mortal danger?"

Jethro tightened his grip on Luna. "You're alright…thank God you're alright…"

Taken aback by these words, Luna looked at the young human-Alicorn hybrid with concern. "Why, of course we art well, should we not be?" she asked in a more confused tone than before.

Jethro took a few deep breaths before he slowly extricated himself. He stood before her and swallowed nervously. "I'm sorry…I just…I had a terrible nightmare about you. And I just…I needed to be sure."

"Sure of what, dear Knight?" Luna asked.

He almost replied, but then looked over at the guards. He could tell that even they were listening. He stood taller, then said, "Guards, leave us until further. What I have to say is for Princess Luna's ears only."

There weren't many Knights of Equestria in service to the crown still. The only one Jethro ever knew personally was one Sir Autumn Sparkle, the father of his personal magic tutor Starfall Sparkle. Jethro had only been named one after he managed to stave off war with the Dragons by saving the life of Dragon Lord Torch's wife, Sapphire, from a deadly disease that had no cure. However, thanks to Jethro's access to the staticnet, a frozen internet stuck perpetually at the end of February 2022, he managed to give information to the Dragon Healers which helped to save her life. In gratitude, Torch was all too glad to give Jethro half of his Dragon hoard, making him instantly immensely wealthy in both the Dragon Lands and in Equestria.

As the guards saluted me and headed out, Luna gave me a piercing gaze. "Truly, thy mind must be troubled if thou insist on speaking to us alone."

When the guards had completely vanished, Jethro held up his hand. The walls glowed with his signature silvery golden glow, and the throne room immediately went silent. Before Luna could say anything, he said, "Don't do it, Luna."

She froze and looked at Jethro carefully, searching his eyes for answers. However, when they weren't forthcoming, she said, "What should we not do, good Sir Knight?"

"Just…just lower the moon when the time comes, please," Jethro pleaded.

Luna's eyes shot open in alarm. "How did-?"

"Just don't do it, please!" Jethro grabbed Luna and pulled her closer, eyes wide with terror.

Luna's expression slowly morphed from alarm into anger. Her eyes turned to reptilian slits and she struggled to escape his grip, but he was stronger than her. "And why should we not? Our sister…she ignores all we do! Our Ponies shun the night! All we want is to see even one Pony come to our court! Is that so wrong!?"

Jethro held onto her tighter. "If you do this, your sister will banish you for a thousand years! I've seen it! I don't want to see it happen for real! I DON'T WANT TO LOSE YOU!"

Luna froze, staring at the human incredulously now. Seconds passed, with neither human or Pony making a move. Finally, Luna's eyes slowly began to return to their normal shape. "Thou…wouldst miss us?" she asked hesitantly.

"Of course I would!" Jethro shouted desperately. "Yeah, you might have initially said I should have gone to the dungeons when we first met, but I'd like to think we've become friends at least." Jethro spread his wings and looked at them. "Being part Alicorn, I don't know if I'm immortal or not, but either way, I'd either never get to see you again before my death or have to wait a thousand long and lonely years without you…" With that, he slowly let her go.

Luna, stunned by this admission, slowly adjusted herself in her throne and facing Jethro once again. "Thou hast seen us rebel against our sister and be banished in thy show, we take it?" she asked.

Jethro nodded. "The very first two episodes deal with your return to Equestria after being banished for a thousand years on the moon," I said.

"Why didst thou not inform us or our sister of this?" she asked sternly.

Jethro's wings snapped back and he looked down, sighing sadly. "You're right…I have no excuse-"

"We asked thee why. What wast thy reasoning?" Luna asked.

Jethro sighed, then inhaled deeply. "Initially, I did want to, but in the first few days I was here, I saw just how different Celestia was compared to how I'd seen her in the show. She was arrogant, full of hubris and dismissive of you. I wanted to try and gently help mend the gap between you. But…I made two big mistakes. I…I didn't tell you about Nightmare Moon. And I told you about the show, but only very certain parts." He looked up at Luna, eyes pleading. "No more. I don't want you hurting. It doesn't just break my heart, my heart shatters whenever I hear Celestia saying something dismissive about you. I've tried everything I can think of to bridge the gap between you two, but it's not enough…"

Luna, startled by these confessions, sat there for a few seconds before she motioned him forward. He approached and she said, "We thank thee for thy candor in this matter, Sir Jethro. We do not hate our sister, even if she can, as we have heard thee so aptly put it, drive us up a wall. But we are more than a little frustrated at her. How wouldst thou describe our anger?"

"Royally pissed off?"

"Quite. We are royally pissed off."

Jethro smirked. "I can see that," he said. "Honestly, I've been trying to think of ways to help bring Ponies out into the night more often. I've had a few ideas, but I was afraid of bringing them up because I wasn't sure if Equestria was ready."

"Truly? And what, pray tell, hast thou been hiding from us?" To Jethro's relief, Luna now sounded more amused than angry.

Jethro's smirk grew. "Tell me, have you ever heard of something called a nightclub?"

"Mmm, so you are the alien that our Princesses knighted. Come here for a good time, dear?"

"I'm sure we can give you thrice the pleasure of any alien mares of your kind."

"Don't listen to those young fools. Us older mares have the experience."

"You're also dry as a bone back there, you old coot!"

"An old coot, am I? At least I can take a stallion without crying out in pain!"

"Fuck off, you cunt!"

A week had passed. Jethro was walking through the city of Harmonia, the large city that lay directly to the east of the Castle of the Two Sisters. It was populated by Ponies of every tribe and surrounded by a large wall. Outside the first wall, there was a second wall which belonged to the farmers, mostly Earth Ponies. His Earth Pony instructor, ironically a young mare named Applejack, lived in between the inner and outer wall on a mid-sized apple farm. Five days earlier, he had found a large property that was located in prime real estate and he'd quickly snatched it up before someone else could and had hired members of the local guild to refurbish the place to is specifications, and he was now looking for nightly entertainment.

And what better place than Harmonia's Red Light District, where Mares of the Night, or even the odd Stallions of the Night, spent most of their times? Those who weren't connected to a brothel, that is.

Jethro held up his hands. "Ladies please! No fighting! I came to offer you something. And anyone else who isn't affiliated with a brothel!"

The mares who had by now nearly resorted to blows, turned to him, as did a few others nearby who'd been pretending not to listen. One mare, the older Unicorn with gray mane, white fur and a sundial for a cutie mark, looked at the human more with curiosity than anything else. "What, are you opening a brothel too?"

"Nothing of the sort," Jethro replied quickly. "I'm opening something that hasn't ever been seen in Equestria before, and something I'm hoping will catch on. It's called a night club."

"A night club? What in Celestia's name is that?" the younger mare who had first propositioned me asked.

"It's an establishment where Ponies can go after a long day and dance, eat and enjoy entertainment. Some back on Earth even had strippers or exotic dancers," Jethro explained.

"What, are you trying to hire us as waitresses?" the older mare asked, sounding insulted.

"Not if you don't want that," he said. "I was thinking more along the lines of exotic dancers. Now hear me out before you say no. I've heard reports that this section of the city doesn't get as many customers as the brothels do. You live fuck to fuck, am I right?" When they all reluctantly nodded, Jethro continued. "If you were to come work for me, not only would you be paid a more regular wage, but you would be allowed to keep whatever money Ponies throw at you."

As Jethro let the mares think about it, a younger mare, someone who could barely be above legal age since there were laws in place that carried stiff penalties for underaged Ponies to engage in such activities, approached Jethro. "What are…exotic dancers?"

He chuckled. "Well, let me explain." He cleared his throat and began…

"Verily? There art Mares of the Night under thy employ?" Luna asked a couple nights later as Jethro sat in a simple chair next to her throne. The two of them were playing chess since there was plenty of time to do little else. Jethro had introduced her to the game, and she'd thoroughly enjoyed it along with a few other board games. Like Stratego.

"I was just as surprised as you when almost two dozen showed up," Jethro replied as he took a sip of ginseng tea. Luna was eating a small platter of cheese melted onto small sliced of bread. She'd told Jethro once that as her sister was addicted to sweets and pastries, so she was addicted to things of a saltier nature, such as cheese. She couldn't get enough of the stuff, it seemed. "I've had to double the size of the dorms I'm having built for them. Almost all of them don't have homes."

Luna's ears fell at that. "We had no idea."

"Harmonia is a great city, don't get me wrong," Jethro said, "but there are still homeless Ponies out there who have had to resort to selling their bodies just to survive. A few of them told me their stories. They rely on the kindness of others for food. Many of their clients do provide them with a meal and bath, but there are still some clients who don't."

"What hath thou built in these dormitories?" Luna asked curiously as she moved her rook.

Jethro looked at the board and frowned. He might have taught Luna the game and how all the pieces moved, but she had gotten better than him in less than a fortnight. "They'll each have their own room. There's a bath house for them, and there are three meals provided. I'm paying them more than the average rate since they're working at night. The club opens at sundown and closes at sunrise." He moved a pawn to threaten her rook.

"Thou provide those under thy employ generously, Sir Jethro," Luna said as she moved her queen to threaten his pawn if he took her rook.

As Jethro stared at the board, he replied, "I used to be the manager of a bank back on Earth. I know how people work and what they need to have a happy working environment. Days off, sick time, accrued vacation time. You don't have that in this world, yet. Besides, I'm rich enough that I can afford to pay them well and provide them with food."

"We..we…" Luna took a deep breath, then surprised Jethro by switching her speech patterns. "I hope everything goes well when your night club opens. Hast it a name?"

Jethro grinned as he moved his knight to threaten one of her bishops. "Moonrise Club."

Luna's eyes went wide, and she then blushed. She looked over at Jethro, eyes sparkling with gratitude. "We…I thank thee, Sir Jethro."

"We're alone right now, Luna," Jethro said. "Just…just call me Jethro, okay?"

"It shall be as thou sayest…Jethro." And with that, she placed me in checkmate. "Hah! We win again!"

Jethro smirked, then toppled his king. "Yes you did. Wanna go again?"

"Good morrow, good Sir Jethro," Celestia said with a wide smile as Jethro, yawning and stretching after having slept the day away after his time with Luna the night before. "Prithee, come sit with us. We have not seen thee in many a day."

"Good morrow to you, Your Grace," Jethro said, bowing respectfully as he took a seat to her right. "I've been engaged in a new endeavor that has kept me quite busy." Whenever he was with Celestia, he always seemed to slip into a mixture of his own type of speech and the olden speech that was more prevalent in this time and age.

"Indeed! We had heard of this new establishment of thine," Celestia said. "Quite an intriguing idea, we must admit. We presume this night club of thine to be one that is only for those of adult age?"

"Indeed so, Your Grace," Jethro said.

"Please, dispense with the pleasantries," Celestia said with a wave of her hoof. "Didst we not request thee to call us by our birth name?"

"Apologies, Celestia," he said as he began grabbing a plate and dishing up some of the dinner Celestia was eating, warm pieced of bread, thick slabs of cheese, potatoes that were roasted over a fire and buttered, and large jugs of wine. She was also eating a hay salad, which he politely declined.

As he took a bite of his warm bread, Celestia swallowed her wine and said, "We are pleased that thy actions seemed to have appeased out sister's tantrum."

Jethro stopped, looking over slowly at Luna as she poured herself another goblet of wine. "I…beg your pardon?"

"Oh, one of our Guards told us that our sister was acting foalish again some nights back," Celestia said as she grabbed a roll of bread with her magic and tore it in half, buttering it daintily. "She is always like this. Muttering and saying things of no consequence."

Slowly, Jethro put down the bread roll that was in his hand, pushed his plate away, and stood. "Please forgive me, Celestia. I…I've suddenly lost my appetite."

Celestia looked at him with concern. "Art thou ill, my friend? We could send for our Physician-"

Jethro shook his head. "No…no, I'll be fine. Fare thee well, my Princess." And with that, he walked out of the dining hall, the doors closing hard behind him.

Jethro was out in the training grounds where he had been receiving combat training from a few of the Royal Guard. Night had fallen hours ago, but he hadn't noticed. He had been busy for the past couple of hours he had been angrily punching into the magically enhanced battle dummies, trying in vain to vent his rage at Celestia. The pure unadulterated anger. And yet, even then, all he had to show for it were two very bloody knuckles and an even angrier countenance.

He barely noticed as dark black mist began swarming around him. It only seemed to fuel his anger as he tried once more to vent his rage. He didn't know why he was so angry, but it was beginning to consume him. Anger and rage all directed at someone he thought was his friend. All at Celestia.

By the time he noticed the black mist swirling around him, it had half consumed him. The stars were nearly gone from his vision. Fear gripped him as he tried to dispel it with his magic, but it did nothing. Anytime he tried to hit the spherical barrier it had formed, the mist tore at his skin, causing immense pain. His vision began to darken…and he began giving himself into the hatred…

"JETHRO!"

A clear, angelic voice called out from above, and the misty barrier instantly shattered. As he collapsed to his knees, a warm presence was immediately by his side, large dark blue wings wrapped around him. He was pulled into the chest of a very worried Alicorn who was trembling. "My knight, please say something! Please tell us that thou art uninjured!"

As his strength slowly returned, he looked into the scared and concerned eyes of Luna. He reached up and gently cupped her cheek. "My Princess…" he said weakly.

She looked at his hands, and seeing the injuries, her horn began to glow. His hands were surrounded in a warm blue glow and the pain began to subside. She gently helped him to his feet. "Jethro…what has transpired? We sensed darkness emanating from thee."

As his skin began to heal rapidly, he shook his head. "Not…not here. Alone. I need to speak to you alone."

"Of course, my Knight." Her horn glowed once more, and the two vanished in a pop of displaced air.

"A tantrum?! Our sister called what we were planning merely a tantrum?!" Ten minutes later, Luna and Jethro were together in the throne room alone. She was pacing the throne room while Jethro sat in the chair he normally sat in during his time spent with the lunar princess. "We knew she didn't understand us, but to hear this!? This is the final straw! We shall make her pay for insulting us!"

"No…please don't…" Jethro, who had now been purged of any of the negative feelings, now could only feel shame and self loathing for his actions. He'd almost become a Nightmare himself.

Luna turned, her eyes turning to slits and her teeth slightly sharpening. "Why should we not!? She has insulted us for far too long, my Knight! We are sick of it!"

"I…I can't lose you!" Jethro finally called out. Luna as taken aback by this, but before she could say anything, Jethro stood and approached her. "I've lost so much in my life! I lost my parents! I lost my first love! And I lost my world! I can never go home! Right now, you're the only one I can really care about! Yes, I still like Celestia, but her attitude is nothing like the Celestia from the show I know! If you turn into Nightmare Moon and are banished, it would break me! Please…please don't…" He collapsed to his knees, looking at the ground with tears in his eyes. "I can't lose anyone else I hold precious ever again…"

There was silence save for the soft weeping of the human. A half minute passed before there was any other sound, which was a slow trot as Luna approached. Jethro saw her hooves first, then watched as one of her forelegs rose and wrapped around him. "My Knight…I am so sorry, sorry for making thee worry," she said softly.

He wrapped his arms around her, burying his face into her chest and sobbing hard. Her wings wrapped around him tightly as he let his emotions out. She held him until he was calm, finally letting go when he gently pulled away. He was relieved to see that she had returned to normal once again, a look of worry on her face. "Luna…I'm sorry if I made you worry…"

"Nay, do not say such things, my knight," Luna said, holding up a hoof. "In truth, and forgive us if this sounds insensitive, but we have never had anypony express themselves for our sake in such a way. We felt…special."

Jethro, despite himself, smiled and walked up to her. Putting his hand on her withers, he said, "You are special…more special to me than you know."

The two stared into each other's eyes for a good long while, just taking in the other. Then, as one, they both moved closer and immediately locked lips. All of the night spent together, the restraint both of them had held just let loose as their tongues danced around in each other's mouth, wrestling for dominance as they pulled closer, getting lost in the moment.

They finally broke apart, panting heavily for about ten seconds or so before Luna raised her horn. It glowed and there was a heavy bolt thrown onto the door and locks thrown on other smaller doors leading into the room. Instantly, she teleported the two of them onto the dais, where she shoved Jethro right onto her throne. "My knight, take those cumbersome clothes off," she ordered.

He was about to comply, when an idea came to his mind. A deliciously evil idea. His grin caught Luna off guard, but before she could say anything, he said, "Why soil your throne? Why don't we get revenge on your sister and leave her a little present on her throne instead?"

Her shocked expression gave way to a wicked grin. "My dear Jethro, we like the way thy foul little mind works."

"My mind isn't little," he said, then his gaze turned sultry. "And that's not the only thing not little about me." With that, he stood, walked over to Celestia's throne, and sat in it. "Well? What are you waiting for, my Princess? Come over here."

Luna rushed over, her horn glowing and teleporting Jethro's clothes completely off. She looked between his legs and her eyes widened. "Thy words weren't for naught, my knight," she said breathlessly as she gazed at her prize. Her expression turned to a wicked grin. "Time for us to lose finally become first in something." As she mounted Jethro, she looked down at him with a wide smile, but loving eyes. "We are grateful for thy company these past few weeks. We care for thee very deeply."

As she leaned in closer, Jethro smiled and wrapped his arms around her. "I love you too, Luna. So very, very much."

They locked lips…and Luna lifted her haunches…