Sweet Dreams Part 1 (Final cut)

Alright, before I begin posting this tale, I want to say something pre-emptively. This story is a leap of faith for me, and guidance would be much appreciated at the end of this chapter. I am expecting this to be a lengthy story, but it might take a while to get it to a high enough standard for the thread. Seeing as I’m newer, I will take input for where you all want it to go. I do have a pretty good idea of where this will end, but as many say, it’s not the destination, it’s the journey, so if you want me to throw in something, I’ll try to cater to it, otherwise, I’ll just keep going with my plan. That said, I dunno who, or if, Anon is going to romance, so try and pick an easier one, and save all comments until the end of the dump please.

 

tl;dr This story is malleable, and I will take input, but no stupid shit please.

 

All this bullshit outta the way, let’s get some green up in this bitch.

 

 

>You wake with a start.

>It’s been almost one month since you’ve arrived in this…

>Well the best way to describe it would be a young girl’s paradise.

>And you’ve been having nightmares every night.

>No one can tell you why, but you have a pretty good idea why…

>The locals are pastel ponies, and it was an interesting first couple days trying to prove you weren’t an agent of Chaos embodied.

>Seriously, having to prove that you weren’t an agent of Discord?

>This is an interesting existence, to be sure.

>While “nopony” knows how you got there, one thing is sure, you cannot stay here.

>The last thing you were doing before you disappeared off the face of Earth was exchanging vows with your soon-to-be wife.

>No time to dwell on that, Pinkie planned a “Welcome-to-town-one-month-super-duper-extravaganza” or some shit.

>She was pretty cute, but it was a bit hard to keep up with her, and it was really hard not to mope about losing your bride and previous life in some weird accident.

>You continue musing while you roll out of bed and drag yourself through your morning routine.

>Many of the ponies in the community banded behind you in your time of need, especially Twilight and her friends, who gave you the knowledge you needed to survive Equestrian life, and supplied you with part-time work.

>Applejack was the best, and most consistent about hiring you, but was also the most demanding.

>She knew when you were holding back, and didn’t worry herself about making sure you gave each day your all.

>Rarity loved having you around since you were the only one who consistently wore clothing in that town, and she loved hearing about “the high-life” back on Earth, which mainly consisted of telling her about various high-tech things.

>Twilight also loved learning about those things, but it was a bit more difficult seeing as how she would practically put you under a microscope every time you visited, and tried to milk every detail about how everything worked.

 

 

1/?

 

>It’s pretty obvious why you don’t visit her as often as others…

>Fluttershy was a cute, adorable Pegasus who would never harm a fly, especially since she had an interesting connection to all living creatures.

>Fluttershy was still a mite afraid of you, but loved hearing about the fauna from Terra Firma.

>Rainbow Dash was an odd one.

>You never were the most athletic guy, but being double the height of Big Mac, and being able to carry just about anything they couldn’t made Rainbow think that you were a superhero, even though you were just scaled up, so you became her lifting friend.

>Then there was Pinkie…

>You don’t know what to make of her.

>One minute, she’s be bouncing all over the place, but the next, she’d look forlornly at you.

>She seems to take it personal that you are grieving your lost life, no matter how many times you tell her that isn’t the case.

>She’s thrown at least a half dozen parties in the past month, each getting crazier, and crazier, all in an effort to get you to smile.

>Unless she knows how to get you back to the alter with your fiancée, then she’s wasting her time.

>Finishing with your breakfast that distinctly lacked bacon, or eggs, you make your way to your couch to wait for your door to be knocked off its hinges by an overeager pink pony.

>It didn’t take long.

>”Nonny~ I’m here to take you to your Welcome-to-town-one-month-super-duper-extravaganza!”

>This pone right hur.

“Alright Pinkie, but was it really necessary to knock my door off its hinges? Again?”

>She looks marginally guilty, glancing at the broken door lying on the ground.

>Marginally.

>”Sorry Nonny, I just keep hoping that maybe a surprise might cheer you up…”

>It sucked, but breaking it to her over and over again seems to have finally gotten her to understand that you don’t want to live here, but back on Earth, with your wife, job, and eventual family.

 

2/?

 

“Pinkie, it’s not your fault I’m sad. Hell, I don’t know whose fault it is that I’m here, but until I know for absolute certainty that I’m trapped here, I have to hold on to the hope that my wife is out there, waiting for me.”

>Pinkie’s out of control poofy mane seemed to deflate a little at your words, but she smiles up at you and tries to keep her composure.

>”Whatever you say Nonny, let’s get going, we don’t want to be later to your Welcome-to-town-one-month-super-duper-extravaganza than we already are!”

>Pinkie turns around and leads you out your mangled front door to what no doubt would be Sugar Cube Corner.

>You can feel the Diabeetus sneaking up on you just by looking at the place.

>It’s weird, you have the most atrocious diet, and yet, you’ve managed to get in better shape since arriving in Equestria.

>Must be magic.

>It’s always fucking magic.

>Opening the door for you Pinkie bounces inside to mingle with her friends.

>You follow suit and find out that the party is a bit tamer than the ones that Pinkie has been throwing.

>It’s only Pinkie and the rest of your ‘friends’.

>”Howdy Ahnon, nice of you to join us.”

>”Oh darling~ I didn’t know that to be fashionably late was also a human thing!”

>”Anon, you never said anything about tardiness being acceptable in your culture. We’re going to have to talk more about this when we get the chance.”

>”Bro! You’ve kept us waiting for, like, the whole day man!”

>Wow.

>[spoiler]Such mad.[/spoiler]

“Wow ladies, time slipped right by today, sorry.”

>The mares instantly curtail their enthusiasm to berate you, and instead try to help you feel more welcome to your own party.

>”Sorry Ahnon, I guess we might have gone a little too far in our excitement…”

>The mares look dejectedly at the floor now.

>Well this escalated quickly.

>Time for some damage control.

“Girls, you couldn’t have known. It’s not your fault I’m here, I’m just grieving the loss of my life that I worked hard for, and will never reap the benefits of.”

 

3/?

 

>Wow.

>That is one hella pep talk.

>The mares know to expect this from you at this point.

>You are clinically depressed, but Equestrian medicine has nothing to help you with your issue, so the mares are to try and keep you from doing anything drastic until you can recover from the culture shock, and loss of your world.

>It’s not every day that a sentient species that was unheard of just pops into existence and is friendly.

>Well, neutral at least.

>Trying to regain your composure, you shake your head and look around at the decorations.

>Pinkie clearly toned it down after the last party.

>There are only a handful of streamers in what you assume are ‘key locations’.

>The games look like a step up from the child’s party stuff from last time, but still pretty tacky compared to something for a college grad.

>All-in-all, a step up from the previous attempt, but still way to childlike to be of much entertainment to you.

>The mares shuffle around for a little bit, keeping an eye on you to make sure you don’t run off, and then proceed to disband to partake in the ‘festivities’.

>Twilight starts having an epileptic fit on the dance floor, under the guise of “dancing”.

>Rainbow and AJ begin having a drink off with non-alcoholic punch.

>Fluttershy is sat in the corner being a stereotypical wallflower.

>And Pinkie is…

>Where the hell is she?

>She was right beside you the whole time, she couldn’t have gotten far.

>You debate joining the already ‘tipsy’ mares, just for the hell of it, but decide finding Pinkie would be more interesting.

>You start small, searching the common area, and then proceed to search behind the counter and in the kitchen.

>While Pinkie might have disappeared for a good reason, you think that it has the potential to end badly knowing her affinity for breaking Earth physics.

>Continuing the search, you decide to go upstairs, the last logical place to find her.

>There are a couple rooms up here, but the only logical place Pinks would be is her own room.

 

4/?

 

>No point intruding further by searching the Cakes’ rooms.

>Finally arriving at a door covered in crude crayon constructions, you continue your search by respectfully knocking on her door, and waiting for a response.

>When your knocks go unanswered, you decide that it wouldn’t hurt to take a gander anyways, just to be sure.

>She probably wants you to find her, seeing as life is a big game to her anyway.

>It’s no wonder she doesn’t have a college education and works for what you can only assume is minimum wage.

>Opening her door slowly, you find a room that is surprisingly not entirely pink.

>While not quite utilitarian, it is far from homey.

>Continuing with your search, you open her closet to find nothing besides a few interesting dresses.

>Deciding you’ve had enough intruding on Pinkie’s personal area, you close the closet and turn to head back downstairs, only to be startled by Pinkie right behind you.

“Jesus Pinks!”

>”Nonny? What are you doing going through my things?”

>Oh shit, time for some more damage control.

“I, uh, I was, uh… Looking for you…?”

>Pinkie looks at you with a scrutinizing look that made you feel tiny under her gaze.

>She then proceeds to giggle.

>”Silly, I was behind you the whole time!”

“I, uh, what?”

>She continues giggling like a little foal who is hopped up on sugar cubes.

>”Oh Nonny, you’re so silly! But we really ought to get downstairs before anypony starts asking after us. Rarity is a terrible gossip y’know.”

>Deciding that since Pinkie didn’t care, you shouldn’t either, and so you leave Pinkie’s room, with her right behind you.

>Since you were in front of Pinkie, you didn’t notice the look she was giving your back.

>Rejoining the party, Pinkie makes an announcement that it’s time to get on with the games.

>Twilight stops looking like an autist having a seizure, Fluttershy demurely detaches from the wall to join your posse, and Rainbow and AJ stop their pointless contest to join the rest of you.

 

5/?

 

>”Okay everypony and human, it’s time to play the birthday game! There’s a chart on the wall over there, and you match your birth month and day to find out what lays in your future.”

>Glancing at the “Madame Pinkie certified birthday fortune telling game”, you quickly notice an issue.

“Pinkie? I wasn’t born in any of these months, so it’s pretty hard for me to play…"

>Pinkie looks at you without understanding.

>”But Nonny, you were born, just like the rest of us, right? Or is that some human thing? Oh! Were you hatched from an egg?”

>Pinkie then proceeds to guess how you came into existence, while you explain to Twilight and co. that you were born normally, but the months from Equestria don’t match Earth’s months.

>Eventually, Pinkie calms down and tries to figure out how to help you out.

>”Well, couldn’t we figure out how many days in your months and then rebuild this chart around it?”

“Or we could just play a different game…”

>Pinkie looks hurt at your shooting down of her idea, but perks up and decides that you are right.

>”Okie dokie! Next game is for older fillies. The classic, spin-the-bottle!”

>Fluttershy tenses up at the possibility of kissing the scariest thing in town and proceeds to make some excuse about taking care of the animals.

>D’awww.

>It’s adorable seeing such a shy mare being flustered like that.

>Twilight is excited and has a quill and paper ready to catalogue the first alien-pony intimate interaction.

>Rainbow and AJ are arguing who’s the better kisser, and betting who you’ll prefer.

>Meanwhile, you are rather bored, and just wait for the show to go on.

>Pinkie pulls a bottle from God knows where, and then places it in the pseudo-circle that you and the five mares formed.

>”Nonny gets to spin first since it’s his party~”

>Only fair you guess…

>You spin the bottle, and it lands on Twilight.

>She tenses up and looks closely at the bottle, and then at you.

>Shrugging, you lean over and plant one on her check.

>Twilight blushes and takes notes at mach-2.

 

6/?

 

>The group patiently waits until Twilight remembers she has to spin the bottle now.

>The bottle lands on Rainbow who looks rather disappointed it wasn’t you, and Twilight then politely pecks her on the check.

>Rainbow proceeds to give the bottle an almighty spin, and you all spend a good dozen seconds waiting for it to stop spinning.

>It lands on AJ.

>The two glance all around the room, and everywhere except each other.

>Rainbow, unsurprisingly takes the initiative, and continues to plant a huge kiss on AJ’s lips.

>The kiss lasted way longer than you were expecting, and when Rainbow broke the kiss at last, her face was crimson instead of her characteristic cyan.

>AJ looks like she is in a mild state of shock, so you snap your fingers in front of her to get her attention.

>She shakes her head and also sports a heavy blush.

>She gives the bottle a half-hearted prod, and it land on you once again.

>AJ gets up and trots over to give you a kiss.

>It feels pretty good, but AJ is distracted from Rainbow’s display of affection.

>Your turn once again.

>Spinning the bottle again, the bottle lands on Pinkie.

>Leaning in for a quick peck on the cheek, you were very surprised when Pinkie swiveled her head at the last second and locked lips with you.

>Pinkie put her hooves behind you head and held you in the kiss until you almost blacked out.

>At last she pulled away from you gasping for breath, and smiling, hoping that you enjoyed it as much as she did.

>It was a very nice kiss, but all you could think about was your darling fiancée who is no doubt waiting for you.

>You do manage a half-hearted smile for Pinkie, but she knows it isn’t sincere.

>Dejectedly, Pinkie spins the bottle, and the game continues for a few more rounds, while nothing eventful happens.

>Pinkie seems more withdrawn than you’ve ever seen her, so you decide to try and cheer her up.

>The final spin, it’s your turn once more, and you drew Twilight to the side to tell her your plan.

 

7/?

 

>With confidence, you spin the bottle, and only you notice a slight lavender glow on the neck of the bottle, drawing it towards Pinkie.

>Pinkie is still slightly catatonic from her ineffectual kiss, so she doesn’t notice until you have planted and even bigger kiss on her.

>Holding Pinkie close, you run your fingers through her mane.

>Her eyes fly open at the unexpected intimacy, but she quickly warms to your embrace, even moaning slightly in your mouth.

>The kiss continues for not much longer, and much to Pinkie’s chagrin, you draw away from her.

>”Y-you do care about me…”

>Pinkie mumbled under her breath, but you were still close, so you were the only one who heard her.

“Of course I do Pinks, I can’t stand to see a friend sad, especially since I’m the one who’s sad all the time.”

>Pinkie’s reverie is broken at the word ‘friend’, but she acknowledges that you care.

>”Alright everypony, judging by the success of the last game, I think it’s time to step the party up a notch, whaddaya say?”

>AJ and Rainbow both nod and blush, but Twilight looks like she might pass out.

>”I-uh-I need to catalogue this new, uh, info… Yeah, that it! Catalogue!”

>She gallops out of the room, leaving a slightly damp spot in her wake smelling of lavender and lilacs.

>What?

>Can’t a guy know his flowers?

“So what’s the next ‘big thing’, eh? I can’t imagine it being much more hardcore than this…”

>”Seven minutes in heaven!”

>Sarcasm is wasted on these fools.

>AJ and Rainbow blush even harder as Pinkie leads you all upstairs into her bedroom.

>Rarity also decides that it’s time to make her leave like Twilight, sans a moist spot on the floor.

>Pinkie looks rather nonchalant, but her tail is swishing a fair bit, giving you the occasional peep at her mareparts.

>That is, if you were looking.

>But you were too busy getting over the fact that there is yet another universal constant,

>Embarrassing teenage games.

>”Seeing as how, ‘friendly’ you two are, let’s see how you handle… The Closet of Destiny!”

 

8/?

 

>Pinkie finishes with a flourish, gesturing towards the closet you rummaged through earlier.

>AJ and Dash lock eyes with each other, nod, and then advance towards the closet, an unspoken challenge that only they knew about.

>Once the couple are inside the closet, Pinkie locks the door and trots over to you.

>She is giving you all kinds of weird looks, and you aren’t sure what to make of them.

>Seeing as you are only passingly aware of their culture and such, you don’t know what Pinkie is getting up to.

>”Oh Nonny, I just knew that you felt the same way about me~”

“Uh… What?”

>She giggles, and then continues to look at you with what looks like a seductive look.

>”The kiss silly. I was sure that you hated me after I kissed you, but that big smoocharoo showed that you must care for me as much as I care for you~”

>She starts to advance on you, and you in turn, take a step back to accommodate Pinkie’s rash moves.

“Uh, oh boy, this is awkward… Pinkie, I don’t like you like that… You’re a great mare, but I’ve got a fiancée, job, and life waiting for me back on Earth. Until I know for a fact that holding out is futile, I will still hold out hope that I may return home.”

>Pinkie halts her advance on you, and looks hurt at your words.

>”B-but Nonny, the kiss...”

>Shit, time once again for damage control.

“Pinkie, it’s not you. You’re a lovely young mare, and you could have any stallion you wanted. You’re wasted on me. Don’t you want foals some day? That would be impossible if you tried to court me.”

>She starts considering that logic, but decides that blind passion is better than rational thought.

>”Nonny, I love you, and I want you to be happy. Not sorta happy, but genuine happy. I want to see you smile and laugh and enjoy your life. Maybe I just haven’t tried the right approach…”

>She continues her advance towards you.

>Backing away once again, you feel the back of your calves bump into the side of Pinkie’s bed.

 

9/?

 

>She seizes the opportunity to put you off your balance by pouncing on you and knocking you onto her surprisingly soft, and sizable bed.

>”I was saving myself my future special somepony, but if it’ll make you happy, then I have to give it my all!”

“Woah-woah-woah-woah. Slow down there missy. My mother raised me better than that. I can’t take such a special thing from you without marrying you first.”

>Writhing underneath her, you try to gain a good leverage point where you can push her off of you without hurting her.

>While she may be trying to force herself on you, she’s still a good friend, and there might be more behind this than she’s telling you.

>Despite the struggle you are having with Pinkie, you manage to hear the rustling and unstifled moans from the closet, signaling that at least one of the mares is certainly in heaven.

>While Pinkie hasn’t given up, she does give a little less exertion than before, showing that she is still lucid enough to understand that you don’t want what she’s offering.

>Slowly, but surely, you begin to pry her off of you, and gently set her on the bed.

“Pinkie, just give me time to come to terms with my situation. I’m not ruling out the possibility of a relationship, but I have to get closure, otherwise I will be plagued by what-ifs.”

>Pinkie just stares at the floor, but nods.

>Poor gal, she tries so hard to make you happy, but unless she could get you back home, there’s not much you can ask from her.

>Deciding not to push any further, you stand up and start moving towards the door.

“It’s been fun Pinkie, but please try not to force yourself on me again, I don’t want to hurt you, intentionally or otherwise.”

>Exiting the room, you leave Pinkie in a semi-catatonic state on the bed, while AJ and Dash keep doing whatever it was they were doing in the closet.

>Exiting Sugar Cube Corner, you realize that it is early evening at this point, even though it didn’t feel like much time had passed in the party.

 

10/?

 

>Deciding that the night is still young, you figure Twilight might like a visit to talk about more human culture after that…

>Interesting party.

>The walk is short and uneventful, but you take in your surroundings and notice, not for the first time, how beautiful the night sky is, but how different it is from Earth.

>All the major constellations are absent from the sky, although some similar ones exist in their stead.

>It’s hard to wrap your mind around the fact that everything you were taught in school about celestial bodies is bullshit here.

>Two mares control both the sun and moon?

>And they think that you’re antiquated for thinking that the world revolves around the sun instead of the other way around.

>It also seems that the stars are also controlled by Luna, and are affected by her mood.

>Seems like she’s in a good mood tonight, seeing as how gorgeous the stars are, and how they accent the moonlight evening.

>It was a night like this that you proposed to your fiancée.

>Does she think you betrayed her?

>And now all you could think about is Earth.

>How could this have happened?

>Did someone do this to you?

>Will you ever return?

>If so, will your fiancée still love you as much as you love her?

>Is she still waiting for you?

>Did she move on?

>You’ve certainly lost your job, seeing as you never showed up for the first day, or any other day for that matter…

>But if your fiancée left you…

>Reaching your destination, you reach out and knock on the treebrary’s front door half-heartedly, lost in your own thoughts.

>Almost instantly the door flies open, but you miss that fact in your musing.

>”Anon! What brings you around here? Oh! Do you want to talk about Earth some more?”

>Twilight’s excitement snaps you out of your reverie.

“Oh, uhm, I thought you might want to talk about my, uh, culture some more, seeing as Pinkie’s party might have given you some questions.”

 

11/?

 

>”Oh that’s perfect! Come in, come in! Take a seat, and I’ll grab some paper and quills!”

>She gallops off to collect her items while you try and gather your thoughts.

>Spike makes an appearance, peeping over the railing, then scampering off as soon as you look his way.

>The little guy is terrified of you.

>Must be the fact that you almost killed him in an act of blind terror...

>They didn’t warn you that dragons not only exist, but are almost commonplace.

>Twilight rushes back into the room, followed closely by a flotilla of quills, inkpots, and stacks of paper.

>”So Anon, seeing as we never discussed this before, how about we talk about human reproduction…”

 

 

>After a few very uncomfortable hours, Twilight has the general gist of human reproduction.

>You even went so far as to describe the various stages of prenatal development.

>Although Twilight insisted, you made sure not to give her any…

>Diagrams.

>It’s much later now, and by your best guess, it’s close to eleven o’clock.

>Not that it matters.

>Sleep hasn’t come easy to you since you were stolen from Earth.

>Every night, as you start to settle down for sleep, as you steady your breathing and start nodding off, a vivid image appears in your mind.

>The stuff of nightmares.

“I don’t want to deal with this shit, but if I keep sleeping in until two in the afternoon, the girls might notice something is wrong…”

>Trudging to your bathroom, you proceed to brush your teeth, and shed your suit from the day.

>Rarity is one helluva seamstress, she managed to replicate your tux that you arrived in, not once, but multiple times, to the point where you wear one every day, as a sign of your mourning.

>Pulling on some suitable nightwear, you crawl into your bed, and hope that you might have a reprieve from that horrid vision.

>No such luck.

>It begins as it has for the past month.

 

12/?

 

Before I post the next part, I feel the need to warn you all that it gets a bit dark, almost borderline edgy. I did not make this post for a knee-jerk reaction as most grimderp writers, but more to augment how Anon is struggling with the loss that he is feeling, and the eventual resolution. I feel that this part is necessary, because it provides the framework for Anon’s fear of sleep, and his desire to get home to Earth, so he could try and find his fiancée and get on with his life. I didn’t try to go all grimderp for this part, but it kinda happened, and I think that it turned out better this way. Just to clarify, I am aware that this part is a bit darker than the rest of the story, but I don’t think that it’s outright grimderp.

 

Intermission/?

 

>You stand at the altar, waiting for your beautiful bride to be walked down the aisle, and then you can finally marry the girl of your dreams.

>She shows up, and the ceremony continues as it always does, much like it did before you disappeared.

>The only way that it’s different is that your fiancée, soon-to-be-wife is much, much older than she was a month ago, almost eligible for an elderly home.

>The worst part is yet to come though.

>As your bride begins her vows, she gets to “to cherish always”.

>That’s when it gets bad, no matter what, no matter what changes in the dream, this part stays the same.

>She looks deep in your eyes, and slowly starts to decay, and she begins a horrid mantra.

>”I’ve waited Anon, I’ve waited so long, but you left me here all alone…”

>She continues, deaf to your pleas, and insistence that you didn’t abandon her lightly.

>”Anon, I didn’t move on, so why did you? I loved you Anon, but you didn’t love me enough to try and come back?”

“I do love you! Please, what makes you say such things?”

>”There’s another woman in your life Anon. I’m waiting for you to admit you love me, only me, and always will…”

>She staggers towards you and her decaying flesh sloughs off her creating a pungent odor that gags you, even though this is a dream.

>Just before your nightmarish bride can do whatever it is she is planning on doing, you wake up.

>Usually that is.

>This time however, you don’t.

>Expecting to jolt awake, you just accept her unholy embrace, and feel the cold dead flesh of your wife.

>”NONNY!”

>What the hell?

>A burst of pink fills your field of vision, and you are freed from your wife’s unholy grip.

 

13/?

 

>”You ungrateful whelp! I stayed for you! I waited for you! And now, even on our wedding day, here you are with another woman!”

>”You big meanie! You can’t talk to my Nonny that way! Who do you think you are?”

>Your wife staggers back, shocked by the revelation that you never told Pinkie about you.

>”I’m his wife. Who the hell are you and why are you trying to steal my man?”

>”I’m Nonny’s best friend, and the only one who cares about him enough to come into his dreams.

>What the hell?

“Pinkie, how the hell are you here?”

>She gives a characteristic giggle.

>”Silly, I asked Luna. She mentioned seeing some horrific things in your dreams, so I figured I’d come and help you out! Maybe even… rughhuhut…”

>She trails off with a heavy blush, and you can’t quite make out the last word, but judging by her reaction, your wife did.

>”You… You WHORE!”

>Your decaying ‘wife’ chases Pinkie around, more of her decaying flesh falls off after each step.

>Stunned, you watch the spectacle with your mouth hanging open.

>It’s like a train wreck.

>You know you shouldn’t watch, but somehow, you can’t look away.

>Eventually, Pinkie gets tired of the “fun”, and stops running away.

>Your wife takes the opportunity to close the gap and takes a running leap at Pinkie.

>Pinkie looks calm, and stands her ground.

>The moment before your wife collides with Pinkie she is covered with an azure aura, and moments later there is a reverberating voice that pierces your ears.

>”FOUL APPARITION! YOU HAVE NO POWER HERE!”

>This must be the social outcast known to all as Luna.

>She’s rather cute.

>For a pony that is.

>She also just saved your and Pinkie’s bacon, so she is already a cool gal.

>Looking over at your incapacitated wife, you take in every horrifying detail, committing it to memory, so you might desensitize yourself to this fresh horror.

>She’s little more than a skeleton wearing your wife’s bridal gown.

 

14/?

 

>She seems like she is shrieking, but seeing as she has no lips, tongue, or even a mouth for that matter, she produces no noise other that a raspy wheeze.

>”Shall we be rid of this dread apparition Anonymous?”

“Please. Just end this.”

>”Very well.”

>Luna braces herself, squares her withers, and sets her jaw as her horn takes on a beautiful azure glow.

>What little remains of your wife starts disintegrating into what can only be described as an ethereal ash that just floats away.

>Once your wife is finished being disintegrated, you turn towards Luna to thank her, but she is no longer there.

>Only you and Pinkie remain in your dream.

>Great, maybe she’ll try and molest you again.

>It has been tiresome having no one in your life, and your hand just isn’t cutting it.

>She looks to you, and gets a mischievous glint in her eyes.

>”Oh Nonny, only if you ask kindly~”

“Oh… I, uh… Maybe later?”

>She looks a bit sad, but nods her head.

>”Okay Nonny. Wait until I’m out of here before you wake up, otherwise I might get stuck in Limbo. And that wouldn’t be good for anypony! There’d be no parties or help at Sugar Cube Corner!”

>She prattles on as she walks away, but you tune her out and notice that the world grows fuzzier.

>Must be waking up, you assume.

 

 

>Opening your eyes, the first thing you notice is that it isn’t noon for once, but is probably closer to nine AM.

“What a weird dream. Was any of that real? Was Pinkie really crazy enough to stalk me in my dreams? At least she and Luna saved me from that horrible dream. Why did Luna leave before I could thank her too?”

>Pondering on such things, you go through your morning routine and trundle downstairs to eat some breakfast on time for once.

>As you munch on some toast, you hear a knock on your door.

>It’s a pain in the ass having to fix the damn door every time Pinkie drops by to visit.

>Seeing as the door didn’t go flying off its hinges, it isn’t Pinkie.

 

15/16

 

>Must be the mailmare, she usually knocks on your door politely to deliver, even though you usually aren’t up early enough to be there to pick up the mail.

>Getting up and going to the door, you wonder who would send you mail, or would visit you this fine morning.

>Opening the door, your suspicions are confirmed, as Ditzy Doo is stood there in her adorable uniform, holding a letter bearing the royal insignia.

>She looks rather startled seeing as you have never opened the door for her before, so she spends a moment to gather her thoughts and give you a warm smile.

>”Hi Anonymous! Royal letter for you!”

>She hands you the gilded letter that seems to exude importance.

“Thanks Ditzy, have a nice day now, you hear?”

>She blushes lightly and smiles even brighter up to you.

>”Thanks Anonymous, you too!”

>She spreads her wings and takes flight off your porch.

>You are left holding the letter as you wonder what the royal sisters would want with you.

>Maybe it has something to do with last night’s even more fucked up dream?

>Oh well, it’ll wait.

>Breakfast first.

>It is the most important meal of the day after all…

>You walk back inside and close the door behind you, thinking about all the questions that last night has brought, and hope this letter will help answer them.

 

End part 1

 

16/16

 

Alright, that’s that. So you all know the drill, comments critiques etc. This is my first attempt at a serious story arc, and as I said before, I will take ideas for where the story should go. Any pony is fair game for romancing right now, but it will work out better if it’s a pony that Anon is familiar with currently. That’s not to rule out the royalty, but saying some pone Braeburn wouldn’t make sense, seeing as Anon hasn’t met, or even heard of him, and Anon is quite heterosexual as indicated by his engagement and almost marriage on Earth. I might try to write clop later on if a suitable romance is suggested, but I’ll be testing the waters and it won’t be as good as MoL or others…