I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THIS IS I DON'T EVEN
"Twilight!" Lucien called as he burst through the library door, flinging snow all over the floor in his motions.
"What!" she yelled back, startled by his sudden entry.
"I can't stop twerking! Something's wrong with me!" he practically screamed. Upon looking at his rear end, Twilight surmised that he was speaking the truth. His ass was shaking up and down, almost rhythmically. Her pupils grew almost as large as her eyes, and she was unable to look away.
"Twilight? What's wrong? Why aren't you saying anything?!" He craned his neck over his shoulder to see that her face had gone blank. Her rump was starting to bounce slightly. "Oh no . . ." He watched as she stood up and kept her flank moving. "Not you too!" he screamed in agony, moving to run out of the library and away from his butt.
He ran through Ponyville, twerking the whole time, Twilight right behind him. His movements kicked up snow everywhere, attracting the glances of ponies passing by. Upon seeing his mesmerizing ass, they two were taken under the spell of the twerk. By the time he had reached the marketplace, a mass of at least 50 ponies was twerking with him.
He looked about frantically, searching for anything that could help him. "Applejack!" he called out to the marketplace, attracting the stares of even more ponies. They too began to twerk mindlessly. He waded through the crowd, searching for the pony. "Applejack, don't look at me!"
"Whut!" called a familiar voice from outside the crowd of twerking ponies.
"I said don't look at me, it might get you too!" Lucien screamed out.
"Lucien, Ah don't git a word that you're sayin-" she made the mistake of glimpsing his twerk-liscious ass through the throng of ponies that he had amassed.
"NO! APPLEJACK!" he screamed over the sound of hooves kicking up snow. The group twerked relentlessly, the ponies' relentless stares the only thing keeping him going at that point. "What do I do? There has to be some kind of cure!" he thought. But what if there isn't? Maybe this is just the way it'll happen. Never thought I'd go like this, twerking. Maybe I should just make the best of it by ruining it for everyone else on this planet. That sounds like fun."
With his new resolve in mind, and a purpose in his life again, he took his army of twerking ponies and freaked his way to the train station. It just so happened that the train was boarding, and the conductor was blissfully unaware of the twerkness going on in the cars behind him.
They arrived in Canterlot quickly, and Lucien captured the conductor in his twerk. He smiled evilly and let out a dark chuckle. "Soon all shall fall to me!"
The nearby ponies who were waiting to board the train heard his outburst and quickly fell in line among the mindless masses. His army numbered well over 400 at that point, just enough to go on a twerking rampage through the city.
They worked their way through, grinding on storefronts and light posts, entrancing any who stood to oppose his twerkiness. Eventually they made their way to the palace gates, his group numbering well over 1,000 at that point. He twerked open the gates and marched through the hallways of the castle, capturing any maids along the way.
He kicked open the doors to the throne room, and called in to the Princesses, "Honies, I'm home!"
"Lucien, what is the meaning of-" Princess Celestia herself, the most powerful pony on the planet fell prey to his magnificent ass. Luna fell quickly afterward, if not before her sister.
"Yes, my little ponies, don't stop twerking. You know you can't resist." He trailed a finger across the chin of a twerking Princess Luna and slowly leaned in for—
"AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Lucien woke up screaming in his bed. His heart pounded furiously as he began to calm down, coming to terms that it was all just a dream. Really just a nightmare, nothing more. He had experienced worse in his life. He stood up and got out of bed, then walked to the bathroom.
He turned on the sink and splashed some water on his face. His eyes trailed over his scruffy chin and unkempt hair, scrutinizing the detail, even though the ponies wouldn't really care about his appearance. He hardly went out during the Winter months anyway.
At least it was all just a bad dream, and it was over now. He couldn't recall a time where he had so many scares, first the twerking, then the everypony else twerking, then the Canterlot, then Princess Luna—
He looked down to see that his ass had started to shake.
They say his scream could be heard from miles away, or at least that's what it says on the plaque by his statue in the Canterlot Gardens.