My Night With Tara Strong.

        Last night I found myself walking alone through a dark forest. The forest seems, unnatural. As if there was something vaguely magical about it. Even the rain that was drenching me tingled my skin slightly. After a few minutes I eventually come across a house. The house was brightly lit and well taken care of despite the dingy forest setting. I walk around the house searching for the front door, and see through a side window what looks like Tara Strong. "No fucking way.." I think to myself. "Wait until /mlp/ hears about this shit.."

 

        After catching my breath and organizing my thoughts I resolve to tell her that I want to fuck her. Yeah, it would be weird as hell, but when else would I get a chance like this? Even if I crash and burn, at least I can say I tried. I continue around the house until I come to the front door, and slowly make my up the porch steps. I stop again, realizing I'm shaking. Part from the cold and rain, part from the nerves. I have to stop and hype myself up. "You can do this. It won't be that big a deal. Shit like this must happen to her all the time." I get ready to do it. I form a fist, catch my breath, and say; 'fuck it'. I raise my balled fist and rap it against the hard wood door three times. I hear a shuffling from inside the house, then, the door knob turns.

 

        And then it's open, and I'm staring her right in her face. At least for the first five seconds I was. After that my eyes went straight to her chest. She clears her throat in a way that makes it clear she knows where my attention in is. I snap my eyes back up to meet hers. "I- I'm sorry.. I didn't mea-" She cuts me off. "Please, it's fine. Happens pretty often, I'm used to it. Now, please come in. You must be freezing." I nod thankfully and follow her into her home. "This is going to be fucking insane.." I mouth to myself.

 

        I close the door behind me and turn around to face Tara. We stare at each other for what feels like hours but could have only been a few seconds. She breaks the silence first. "So, how'd you get out here? It's not exactly a popular hang out spot." She giggles quietly to herself, and I let go a small chuckle as well. "To be honest, I don't remember how I got out here... all I remember is walking through the forest. Then I found your house." She scrunches her face slightly, thinking. "Well, that is odd. But don't worry, we'll figure it out." She hits me with a smile that comforts, and arouses me. "Thank you" I say quietly. "Hey, do you mind if I use the bathroom? I need to clean up a bit." "Of course, it'll be the second door on your left down that hallway." She flashes that smile again and points to to hallway.

 

        While I'm in the bathroom I start thinking about how to do this. Obviously I had to let her know that I'm a fan. Or maybe that would make it worse.. No, it might be ever weirder if it's just a guy that doesn't even know about her. This is going to fucking strange either way.. Cleaned up but still somewhat damp, I step out into the hallway, slowly making my way back to Tara.

 

        She's sitting on her couch, clearly waiting for me to return. This time I break the silence first. "Heh, so this is probably the oddest way you've met a fan, am I right? A mixed look of nervousness and happiness washes over her face. Well fuck, that went well. "Yes, I suppose it is. But I'm always happy to meet a fan!" She replaces the look with that smile again. "So, which show are you a  fan of?" I mull it over in my head for a brief moment. "Right now, mostly My Little Pony. But honestly, you've done so much that I could be a fan of show's I don't even know you're in." I laugh at my own joke, and being polite she lets a few giggles go as well. This might go better than what I thought. I suppose it's time to make this happen..

 

        Again, it's me that speaks first. Through the nerves, I manage to say a small portion of what is to come; "Tara, I've been wanting to say this for a long time." She looks at me quizzically. "What exactly do you need to get off your chest?" I smile weakly and rub the back of my neck. "Ya see, it's not My chest I'm concerned with.." Taken back, she looks at me almost insulted, then curious. "Oh? Well what exactly do you mean?" I can see a faint, grin appear over the curious expression. I throw caution to the wind and say 'fuck it' for the second time in an hour. And I just let it all out.

 

        "Tara, I want to bury my dick so far into you that they will have to hire an excavation team to get me out. I want you to sit on my face for so long that I eventually evolve to be able to breath your pussy. I want to worship your chest to the point that a small Micronesian country reveres them as their gods. And more than anything, I just want you to hold me." And that was that. It was all out there. I didn't know if I felt better or worse. But at least I got it over with. She hasn't said anything in at least a minute. I start approaching the door and am about to thank her for her hospitality when she says; "Wait".

 

        I stop dead in my tracks. I slowly turn to face her. She's already standing, making her way to the hallway I had emerged from just ten minutes ago. She looks at me and says seductively; "Wait here." She flashes a smile again. But it's different this time. Not the regular smile she greets fans with. This is the smile you see her give when she does those slutty Vines. And then she's gone, into the hallway. I slowly sit down on the couch, wondering when I should go in. I assume that she'll just call me in when whatever is going to happen happens. It slowly starts to dawn on me. If this goes the way I'm positive it will, I'm about to live everyone of those neckbearded losers dreams. I would be the toast of /mlp/. Not that I cared of course.

 

        What seems like an eternity goes by. Just sitting here. My nerves eventually get the better of me and I stand to pace around the room. I am absolutely giddy with excitement by now. There I was, In Tara Strong's home, getting ready to hopefully fuck her. I couldn't believe it. 'This is going to be perfect' I think to myself. I manage to calm myself down and sit back down on the couch. I decide it'll be best to take my shoes and jacket off now as not to slow myself in the bedroom. "I've got this" I say to myself. Then I hear it. Tara, calling me in to her room. Here we go.

 

        She's beckoning me into her room with the most sultry and seductive version of Twilight's voice possible. Now, I'm no Twifag, but it was a massive turn on. I stand up shakily, the little pep talk I gave myself earlier losing it's effect. I move across the living room slowly, entering the hallway. The hallway seems longer than it was before. I decide I'm just psyching myself out. I figure it's a good that the hallway seems longer, it gives me a bit more time to think. Eventually I reach the end of the hallway, and through the door I see the most magnificent thing I have ever laid eyes on. Tara Strong fully nude laying on her bed. Looking at me. Naked. On her bed. For me.

 

        She looks me in my eyes and says in Twilight's voice; "You've got some studying to do." and then flashes that grin again. I slowly make my way over to her, striping my clothes as I go. I get to the edge of the bed and she slides across to make room for the now nude me. I crawl into her bed next to her. I lay on my back and she crawls on top of me, straddling me, but not penetrating herself on my prick. I run my hands up and down her soft thighs as I stare up at her beautiful chest. She reaches around and grabs my throbbing cock and rubs it against her dripping sex. She stares down at me, smiling and asks; "Are you ready?". I nod, all fear and nervousness suddenly leaving me. And then it happens.

 

        I wake up in my bed at home covered in my own semen, shame and disappointment. I slowly stand up and start stripping the sheets from my twin size bed. "Damnit" I whisper to myself "even in my dreams I can't last long enough to get there." I walk up out of my mothers basement and make my way to her bedroom door. I rap three times on her door and yell; "MOM! It was the dream again! Clean my sheets!"