Pillow Talk

>Day pillow in Equestria

>You are Anon, and today has been a long and grueling day for you

>Dodging rape traps, rape trees, rape triangles

>Ugh….those three sided bastards

>But now it’s time to go to beddy boo and dream of home

>Now with 100% less rape horses

>You shower down, brush your pearly kinda yellowish whitishes, and crawl into bed in your lucky “no rape” boxers

>Not the ones with the puppies, the ones with the little ducky’s.

>Your cool sheets, the nice breeze coming in through your window, and the wonderful smell of Oreos coming off your pillow

>Wait

>You flick on a lamp, and investimagate your pillow

>Your once white pillow sack was now dark gray, the surface sticky, wet to the touch, and covered with the smell of those delicious cookies

>And there was only one mare in this goddamn town who had hoo-ha juices that smelled like Oreos

>You throw on your bathrobe and stomp out of the house, pillow in tow, heading for Zecora’s stupid hut in the middle of the stupid woods

>Ignoring the giant spiders and other assortment of scary woodland creatures, you eventually get to Zecora’s shitty ass hut, and slam the wet pillow against her door

“Man, you best get out here and tell me why you ruined my fucking pillow!”

>The door almost immediately opens, and Zecora stands there looking all innocent and shit

>”What is wrong my human friend? Why did you journey here, far around the bend?”

>You stomp into her hut, and huck your pillow at the wall where it lands with a wet “Smack!” and slides slowly downwards

“That’s why I’m fuckin’ down here. I want a new pillow!”

>She looks innocently away, and stutters out “I-I have n-no idea what you are talking about. And w-why do you feel the need t-to shout?”

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>You get nose to nose with this lying whorse

“Man, there is only one friggin’ horse around here who’s…smell…smells like friggin’ Oreo’s! Now gimme a new pillow, man!”

>Her face changes, not like a changeling, more like “Oh shit he knows”

>She quickly walks to a cupboard nearby, and grabs a pillow out from it

>Dunno why she would have a pillow on hand, but fuck it. You just want to go to bed

>”I couldn’t help myself, it won’t happen again, just don’t tell anyp0ny, and it will keep trouble out of yours and my mane.”

>You snatch the pillow out of her hooves and glare at her before going back over to the now ruined pillow.

>Walking towards the door, you swing it down on top of her head, savoring the “Eep!” you get as she is enveloped in her own smell, and trying to ignore the sigh she gets from yours

>Trudging home, you slide in quickly, throw off your bath robe, and crawl into bed, snuggling into the now clean pillow

“Ahhhhh…”

>Reaching for the sheets, you pull them on top of you, and savor the warm sticky feeling

>Wait

>Inhaling, they smell of paper and staples

>Fucking Mayor Mare

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