Moxistan's First Brony Convention Was Horrible

Published 2026-3-1 by NightMox

Recently, I attended my first convention at Moxistan's first brony convention Moxistan Pony Stans and it was one of the worst experiences of my life. It all started when the convention was announced. The convention organizers announced they had reserved the Nocturne Theater in the city of Fort Nox. I saw this as an opportunity to finally go to a brony convention and bought my ticket. However, after buying my ticket, I noticed the announcement had garnered controversy. Apparently the convention organizers come from some pony website notorious for various things such as Nazism, pedophilia, being alt-right, bestiality, hate speech, and worst of all, claiming Equestria Girls isn't cannon. The organizers and supporters of the convention defended it claiming Moxistan Pony Stans was simply an adult-oriented convention that upholds the value of free speech as opposed to the other conventions which make compromises to allow them to be for all ages. Various nobodies and YouTubers made countless things about how this was representative of how bronies are just Nazis and pedophiles and children's show sexualizers. I decided these people were a bunch whiny internet losers and I would still attend.

I arrived at my hotel which was a penthouse suite next to the Nocturne Theater. Apparently the hotel had themed the place in preparation for the influx of guests staying for the convention, including my suite although I don't know where they got the red, white, and black color scheme from. The convention was to start the next day so I decided I was going to wander around the city. However, almost as soon as I stepped foot outside, I noticed there was a mass of people down the street. I approached them and learned there was apparently a rally going on for some right-wing politician. But before the guy was to speak, the mic was open for anyone to speak their mind. One of these speakers was some guy in a Fluttershy ponysuit complaining about the country's immigration policies and the Mox Lives Matter movement before ending his speech calling for the people to make Moxistan great again. After this, I decided to go back to the hotel and as I turned around, I saw a lot of the people cheering for the speaker were wearing pony stuff, clearly being attendees of the convention.

The next day, I entered the Nocturne Theater and grabbed an informational pamphlet which had the schedule for all the panels and events. I hadn't checked the schedule prior, deciding I would just show up and do whatever interested me so I was surprised to see there were panels with names like "How Pegasi Represent The White Struggle", "Discussing Age Of Consent In Regard To Human-Pony Relationships", and "How To Make Pipe Bombs: Protesting The Brony's Way". I thought surely these had to be joke names as the website associated with the organizers was full of ironic humor so I decided I would go to the pegasi and white struggle panel as it was among the first set of panels on the schedule. I arrived outside the room where the panel was to be held and there was line to the door. Apparently people were conducting "OC checks" to make sure people's ponysona was a pegasus before they could enter. When I was about to show my pony OC, some guy looked at me and in a stereotypical German accent said "Oh, mein Mox, of course du may enter; dein OC ist both white und ein Pegasus." When I entered, I saw a giant poster that was art of Aryanne but she had wings which were very clearly edited onto her seeing as the art style was different and crudely placed on. And I could tell it was specifically Aryanne and not one of the other Nazi OCs that was actually a pegasus by the cutie mark. I was thinking the panel was going to be some ironic Nazi joke but the entire thing was just a serious discussion on how pegasi in My Little Pony represent white ethnonationalist ideas.

On the next set of panels was the age of consent and human-pony relationships one and I thought surely this one had to be an actual joke so I went to it. When I entered the room, I noticed most of the people had various Sweetie Belle merch. When the panel started, the panelists began discussing whether ponies should have a lower age of consent since Lauren Faust had stated ponies grow up more quickly like real horses. They then began discussing whether this lowered age of consent should apply to human children if they travel to Equestria and become ponies themselves. I'm definitely gonna have to warn the people working on Moxistan's portal to Equestria about this. This only took up about half of the panel time and the rest of it was just showing Sweetie Belle compilations and tributes. Why are Sweetie Belle fans like this?

I decided to go eat after this and the food hall had a place selling MLP-themed food. I decided to order a hayburger thinking it was just a regular burger but no, there was literal fucking hay instead of a burger patty. There was one more collection of panels before the evening party that took up the rest of the day and I thought surely the pipe bomb panel wouldn't actually be about making pipe bombs. I thought there was no way every damn panel I went to was gonna be degenerate and possibly criminal. Well, to put it short, the guy running the panel blew his hand off and an ambulance had to be called. When the local defense agency arrived they also apparently found plans to bomb the capitol and assassinate me. Despite the unintentional bombing, the convention continued as if nothing happened. The evening party was a concert in the dance hall which mostly consisted mediocre dubstep and techno. I spent the rest of the night sitting at a table in the corner of the room drinking alcohol, watching everyone else have fun.

When I left the hotel to go to the Nocturne Theater the next day, there was a protest going on. Apparently a bunch of the convention goers decided to hold an impromptu protest against Moxistan's progressive policies. They began chanting "Make Moxistan great again!" over and over and the Fluttershy ponysuiter along with other ponysuiters began leading the protesters down the street chanting the phrase through a megaphone. I also noticed they were wearing armbands with Aryanne's cutie mark on them. Eventually the crowd was gone so I entered the theater. I decided I would not go to any of the panels with wacky names after yesterday's bullshit so I decided I would attend a panel called "Discussing The Quality Of Each Season" thinking it was going to be a simple discussion and maybe debate over which seasons are the best and worst. The first five minutes were spent explaining why season 1 and 2 were the best, an opinion I disagree with (I'm a season 4 and 5 supremacist) but this was the most normal panel I had been to yet so I was gonna continue listening. However after talking about how great the first two season were, they showed the next slide in their presentation which was titled "Season 3: The Beginning Of My Little Pony's Woke Agenda Encouraging The Degradation Of Our National And Racial Values". At this point, I got up and left the room, deciding I would browse the vendor hall for the rest of the hour.

I thought even if all the panels sucked, at least I could buy some pony stuff. When I entered the vendor hall, I immediately noticed how there was just porn everywhere. No sectioned off clop area, just porn from the moment you stepped in. I then noticed that half the porn was foalcon. I asked one of the vendors if there was anywhere at all where I could buy stuff without being subjected to pony porn of dubious legality and they responded "What? Of course not! What kind of brony doesn't like filly cunny?" I was at my wit's end and it took every fiber of my being to not grab them and bash their face into the counter. So I continued on into the vendor hall trying to look past all the porn and occasional hate symbol looking for anything I would actually like to buy. Finally, I decided to buy a Scootaloo body pillow and got the hell out of there.

I attended the next two panels with my Scootaloo body pillow, one titled "What The Magic Of Friendship Has Taught Us" which was actually about how My Little Pony espouses the values of National Socialism, and another titled "Bronies And The Intended Audience" which was actually about how to groom children into sexual relationships via the brony fandom. It was then yet again time for the evening party and I sat at the same table again, Scootaloo across from me, watching me try to drink myself out of the shitty day. I later woke up but the evening party was still going on and I was still in a semi-drunken state. I grabbed Scootaloo and decided to return to my hotel room.

When I entered the hotel, I heard a group of people talking about some commotion in the "ToonKritic" suite. I was too drunkingly tired to wonder what that was so I just continued on up the elevator to my penthouse and before I opened the door, I heard muffled banging but just assumed it was some partiers downstairs. When I opened the door, I was met with what was possibly the most horrifying thing I had ever seen. Inside, there was a full-on fucking orgy, including a bunch of the horse famous people that were attending the convention. There was even a literal fucking horse! I was frozen in shock and horror. In my state of paralysis, I then noticed a banner hanging from the ceiling. It read "In honor of the fandom's greatests: ToonKriticY2K, MandoPony, DigiBro, Sawtooth Waves, Omnipony, Vida. May your example lead us." Upon reading this and immediately noticing the connection between all these names, I looked down and what I noticed made the most horrifying thing I had ever witnessed so much more horrifying. I was snapped out of my haze of horror and drunken stupor and with Scoots in my arms, rushed down to the nearest defense agency. Later, the hotel gave me another room and the defense agents handled the situation. I entered my new room and collapsed on the bed, clutching to my Scootaloo body pillow. What a horrible day.

I was awoken by loud bangs. Moments later, there were more loud bangs. They were gunshots. I got up and looked out the window and saw a standoff between the local defense agency and the protesting convention goers from yesterday. There was a constant stream of gunshots until the Fluttershy ponysuiter got up and with a megaphone in hand gave a speech about how they were tired of the degradation of racial values and were staging an insurgency to take the Nocturne Theater to form an ethnonationalist nation using the values of National Socialism. There went the final day of the convention.

I grabbed Scootaloo and my luggage and made my way downstairs. At the ground floor I noticed a group of convention goers beating up a minority. I exited the building through the back entrance and walked through the back alleyway to the nearest national bus depot and went home. To this day, the protesters still hold the Nocturne Theater and its immediate surroundings, having named their territory Fillyland. More bronies have been joining them and they even have allegedly been trying to recruit children online to join their cause. The slop video essayists were right! Bronies really are all just Nazis and pedophiles and Nazi pedophiles!