>You are Anon
>And you haven't slept for days.
>FOR DAYS!
>Because every time you fall asleep, your dreams are only of Fluttershy.
>Fluttershy cuddling you. Fluttershy kissing you. Fluttershy wearing lewd outfits.
>Fluttershy performing sexual acts upon you that even you had never heard of.
>You've just tried complaining to Purplesmart about it.
>She's just laughed.
>"Oh Anon, pegasus ponies can't invade another being's dreams, only Unicorns can do that!"
"So a unicorn is helping her out then!"
>Starlight Glimmer spits up her tea.
>"Um, I'm just going now. Nice meting you, we'll talk someday!"
>Pink unicorn leaves the room like she's got a rocket up her butt.
>"Oh my, what was that all about?" the Princess of Friendship muses.
>But you have already added up two and two, and make plans that Glimmerhorse will explain this to you.
>Oh yes.
>She. Will. Explain.
 
>Starlight Glimmer breathes a sigh of relief, figuring she's gotten far enough from the strange, tall alien.
>She turns to look back at the castle, wondering how long it will be before it will be safe to go back there.
>Maybe she had better tell Fluttershy the jig is up?
>Starlight sighs again and turns to go, only to be stopped by a finger gently placed on her nose.
"Boop."
>"Anon!" she gasps in surprise, "I-I-I didn't expect you to-"
"Can it. I know Fluttershy put you up to something."
>Starlight swallows in fear.
"Something involving my dreams?"
>"I was just trying to be a good friend to her..." she says weakly.
"Okay, you're new to the castle, so you may not realize that Fluttershy and I have a sort of history."
>"A good history, I hope?"
"She is obsessed with me and has declared her attention to rape me, and has made multiple attempts to do so, not to mention coming to my house daily in an attempt to guess my fetish."
>It's rather amusing to watch the parade of emotions cross her face as you spell it out for her.
>"Omigosh! I had no idea! I - what can I say? I'm so sorry, she said you would enjoy it..."
"I'm not mad at you. It's not the first time she's co-opted one of her friends into her schemes."
>Starlight sits, her face aghast.
"This one time, she got Pinkie Pie to bring over a huge tub of whipped cream, and... never mind."
>"Well, I'll stop it at once. I really am very sorry."
"If you don't mind, I have a better idea."
>"For what?"
"Well, they say turnabout is fair play."
>"Who's they?"
 
>Fluttershy circles your house, peering in all the windows.
>That's really odd, you don't seem to be at home.
>You're always home it this hour.
>And she worked so hard at preparing this fetish guess too.
>With a sigh, Fluttershy tells the clowns they can go home, takes the costumes off the animals she'd brought with her, and puts the frogs back in the pond she'd gotten them from.
>All that rehearsal, wasted.
>Sunset drenches the sky above in glorious shades of red and orange.
>Oh well, at least it won't be a total waste.
>She still has her arrangement with Starlight, after all.
>Time to head off to bed, and dream a lovely dream with Anon.
>Since you refuse to give in to her in real life, you can at least be hers in dreams.
>Fluttershy is yawning by the time she reaches her cottage.
>Pausing only to feed her animals, she showers and gets ready for bed.
>Hard day's work, after all.
>Wasted.
>With a contented sigh, Fluttershy lifts the covers on her bed and slides herself within, cuddling a plush bunny.
>Angel Bunny refuses to be cuddled in bed.
>She kisses the stuffed toy, longingly and sensually.
>"Nighty night Anon, see you in a few moments my love."
>She puts out her bedside light and nestles beneath the covers with a few cute squeaks, closes her eyes, and soon peacefully drifts off into blissful slumber.
>She completely misses seeing you and Starlight Glimmer watching her though the window of her cottage.
>It's go time.
>"Okay Anon, she's asleep. Now what?" Starlight nervously asks you.
"Simple. We turn the tables and give her a dose of her own medicine."
>Starlight frowns.
>"It doesn't seem as though you're being a very good friend. Have you at least tried talking to her?"
"Yep, tried it. She kept steering the conversation to my genitals."
>"Did you try writing her a letter?"
"Tried it. Her reply would have made the editors of PlayPony blush."
>"Have you tried-"
"Yes! Tried it. Tried them all. Had this exact same conversation with Twilight four months ago, only she wasn't helping Fluttershy dream-rape me. You owe me."
>"You're not going to hurt her, are you Anon? I mean, what exactly do you want from her?"
"I want her to stop trying to guess my fetish, rape, and/or molest me. That's all. Nothing else."
>Starlight appears to think this over.
"Will you help me?"
>"Okay Anon, I'll help you. But if it looks like it's going wrong, I'm pulling you out, mission accomplished or not."
"I would ask nothing more or less of you. Now, what do I do?"
>"Um, lie down and get as comfortable as you can."
>Fluttershy's cottage has no shortage of soft foliage, and you quickly find a comfy position.
"Now what?"
>"Take deep breaths and relax. It's just like lucid dreaming, except you're going to be entering her dreams."
"Gotcha."
>You're kinda sleep-deprived (thanks Fluttershy) so you start to doze off very quickly,
>Just before your eyes closed you see Starlight's horn glow, and feel the hum of her magic.
>Then everything goes black.
 
>You sit up in the middle of a gloriously beautiful clearing, the scent of flowers on the air and sunshine warming your face.
>A brook babbles peacefully somewhere nearby.
>All in all, a pleasant, pastoral setting.
/Where am I?/
>You think back over the last thing you remember.
/So this is what Fluttershy dreams about?/
>Speak of the devil, her melodic, happy humming reaches your ears.
>Sounds like she's just on the other side of that tree.
>A grin spreads across your face.
>Payback time.
>You walk over, and there she is, wearing a sun hat and nothing else.
>That's actually pretty standard for ponies, though.
>She hums happily to herself as she sets out a picnic lunch for two.
>"Oh Anon, oh Anon, soon I'll make you mine..." she sings to herself.
"Hi."
>"Eep!" She jumps, dropping a bowl of potato salad.
>"Oh, eager to get started today, are you?"
"Now that you mention it, I am kinda hungry."
>So saying, you pick up the potato salad and scarf the whole thing down in a few gulps.
>"Ooooh, someone has an appetite!"
>You pat your belly and belch, then grab a fistful of cake from a stand and smear it all over your face, licking frosting off your fingers.
>Fluttershy seems momentarily taken aback, but reverts quickly to form.
>"And after lunch, I thought we could find another use for the blanket," she adds, leering suggestively.
>You immediately shove all the picnic paraphernalia into the grass.
"Ya know, I can think of a great use for that blanket right now."
>Fluttershy squeals in joy and flops over onto the blanket, spreading her legs.
>"Be gentle with me!"
"Sure."
>You grab the corners of the blanket and hoist Fluttershy up, closing it like a big garbage bag.
>"Um, Anon, this isn't exactly what I had in mind."
"Oh really? What did you have in mind?"
>You start walking.
>"A-anon, where are you taking me?"
"Somewhere else."
>She starts sounding a little panicky.
>"Anon, this-um-isn't really funny."
"Yeah, and it wasn't funny when you got Harry the Bear to do it to me three weeks ago."
>"W-w-well how was I supposed to know that being tied up in a sack isn't your fetish?"
"You could have asked."
>"But you get mad when I ask you your fetish!"
>You keep walking.
>"A-a-anon, this i-i-isn't really m-my fetish either. I'm getting claustrophobic!"
>You whistle a merry tune.
>"Anon, I-i'm sorry, b-b-but I really must insist that you p-p-put me down this instant! If that's okay..."
"Okay."
>SPLASH!
>Yep. Right in the pastoral babbling brook.
/Let's see, what else can I do to this bitch?/
/IDEA!/
>Fluttershy struggles out of the wet picnic blanket and looks around.
>It's not day anymore, it's night.
>And she's in a very familiar setting, namely just outside your cottage.
>Which from all appearances, has been abandoned for half a century or more.
>No lights show in the broken windows, and the paint is peeling from the sagging clapboards.
>You are nowhere to be seen.
>"H-h-how did I get..."
>Fluttershy gulps in cold fear.
>"Anon? Are you home?"
>Thinking of shelter on a dark, moonless night, she carefully tip-toes up the creaking steps to your front door.
>One of the boards breaks under her weight, causing her to "Eep!" again.
/That's actually kinda cute./
>"Anon?"
>Tentatively, she reaches out a hoof to knock.
>Before she touches your door, however, it rattles in its frame under the echoing thud of something massive within.
"Knock-knock-knock!"
>Your sonorous, ghastly voice, intones, in time with the heavy impacts.
>Fluttershy stumbles backwards off the porch.
>The noise is repeated.
"Knock-knock-knock! That's how I know you're there, every. Single. DAY!!!"
>Fluttershy eeps in fear again and retreats further from the door.
"KNOCK!! KNOCK!! KNOCK!!!!"
>On the final knock, your front door explodes and out you stumble, looking like a refugee from the set of "The Walking Dead".
"Every! Single! DAY!!!"
>Fluttershy retreats, cautiously.
>"Anon, m-m-my l-love! W-w-w-whatever has happened to you?"
>She continues to back away as you follow her around the garden.
"NEVER KNOWING a day's PEACE from your incessant advances, your CLUMSY groping, YOUR innuendos!"
>She seems to tap into a reservoir of courage somewhere and stand her ground.
>"Anon, I'm sure that if you just relax and let me take care of you, then whatever's happened to you can be-"
"IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT?"
>You scream as you undo the belt on your trousers.
>"You m-mean you finally underst-"
"IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT?!!"
>You haul down your trousers and a fully-grown Tatzlwurm flops out onto the ground, less than a foot away from Fluttershy's nose, and roars deafeningly at her.
"YOU WANT THE HOT MONKEY DICK???"
>Her nerve breaks, and she screams and flees, crying.
/Oh no you don't. We ain't done by a long shot! I'm about to get medieval on your ass./
>Concentrating, you swell in size until the tatzlwurm no longer seems too large to be your dick.
>You spot the yellow shape running over the ground away from you, and set off in pursuit, in the manner of the giant you now are.
>STOMP! STOMP! STOMP!
"LONDON BRIDGE IS FALLING DOWN!"
>Yeah, you know why you're singing that.
"FALLING DOWN, FALLING DOWN!"
>Fluttershy risks a glance over her shoulder and, seeing you following her, redoubles her speed, crying.
"Now you know how it feels being on the receiving end of unwanted sexual attention!"
>"I'm SORRY!" You hear her scream as she continues to flee.
/Welp, I can see I've made my point./
>And with that, you will yourself to wake up.
 
>As you do, you feel strangely aroused for some reason.
>Opening your eyes, you see Starlight Glimmer, her horn glowing, riding your cock like a rodeo star.
>"Oh yeah! That's what you wanted, isn't it? You know you wanted me! I can see what she sees in y-"
>She suddenly freezes, noticing that you're awake.
>You glare at her.
>"Umm, this isn't what it looks like..."
>You continue to glare at her.
>"This, um, actually helps the spell, and I-"
"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!!"
>In a sudden access of strength, you lift her up off of yourself and fling her into the stream that runs by Fluttershy's cottage with an almighty splash.
>There is a sudden crash from within Fluttershy's cottage, and the window above you bangs open, admitting Fluttershy's head as she peers into the gloom and quickly spots you.
>She bursts into tears.
>"Oh, ANON! I had the scariest dream!"
>She flies out of there window and lands in your lap, and proceeds to smother your face with kisses.
>Kissing quickly gives way to licking.
>"I dreamed that you didn't want me anymore!"
>She suddenly notices your erection, still slick with Starlight's juices, and squeals happily.
>"Oh, and I see you're all ready for me!"
>Without any further preamble, she lifts herself up and impales herself on you, gasping with delight as she takes you all the way to the hilt.
>"Oh, it's even better than I ever dreamed it would be!"
>She resumes licking your face as she slams her sopping wet sex repeatedly over your twitching member.
>This could not have gone any more badly if it had been planned that way.
/Goddammit Glimmer, one way or another, I will get even with you for this./
>You mentally add Starlight Glimmer to "Anon's Revenge List",