>You slowly open your eyes, and light flooding in from the window blinds you momentarily
>You blink repeatedly, and then you realize where you are
>Your bed, on Earth
>You are still tied up, but your bindings are becoming loose
>You glance at your wrists and see why
>No skin is left on them, and they are bleeding profusely
>But, you may be free soon
>You struggle a little, but instantly regret it
>Your hands are practically on fire!
>After a minute or so, you give your bindings one final push, and they fall around your arms loosely
>You just sit there for a minute, in your dream, reeling in the imaginary dream pain
>Then you swing your legs over the side of the railing and thrust your arm downward blindly
>Your hand touches the metal of your prostetic leg
>You hitch it on, before a wave of drowsiness overtakes you and you pass out
 
>You suddenly awake on the bed in Fluttershy's cottage
>But...you're not tied up?
>The ropes hang around your arms, some parts blood-stained from your wrists
>Your wrists which are identical to the ones in your dreams
>The fucks going on here?
>You look down and your prostetic leg is on
>Which is wasn't before, but you did put it on in the dream(?)
>You have no idea whats going on, what life is a dream and which isn't.
>But you have no time to think about that right now
>You have to escape this rapist's cottage!
>You take a step forward, and instantly regret it
>The floor protests your weight on it with a creak
>You take another step, this time slower, and it makes less noise
>You find your clothes balled up in a corner and hurriedly get dressed
>As you slowly pull the door inward, you find out its freinds with the floor
>The creak alerts a nearby bunny, who hops away, presumably frightened
>You begin your slow shuffle down the hallway
 
 
>When you reach the staircase, you tentatively glance down it
>The coast is cler
>You hobble down the stairs, and make it into the living room
>You can hear humming coming from the kitchen
>and its getting louder
>Shit!
>You quickly walk behind a couch and duck, just in time
>You watch under the bottom of the couch as two sets of yellow hooves walk past our hiding spot, and continue towards the satirs
>You stand up and run out the front door
>fuck being incognito, theirs no time for that, any minute she'll discover
>"Anon!"
>You hear her scream in the distance as you hobble-run down the dirt road
>Shes too late though, you're on the outskirts of ponyville now
>You see the Tree-library in the distance, and head towards it.
>Twilight will know what to do
 
 
>You hurry through town, not sure if Fluttershy is on her way, pursuing you
>Surely she wouldn't try anything in public, would she?
>Who knows?
>You continue until you reach the library, and knock on the door frantically
>No one answers at first, so you knock again
>"Yeah, yeah, I'm comin'"
>You hear from inside
>A minute laster you are greeted by a disgruntled purple dragon
>"Anon, its six in the morning, what could possibly be so important?"
I need to talk to Twilight now
>He gives you a 'are you serious' look
>"Shes asleep. Just like I should be right now"
Spike, this is important!
>"What should i tell her its about?"
Its adult business spike. Just tell her to get down here!
>He stares at you, as if trying to comprehend what adult busines could mean, then laments and walks away
>Two minutes later you are greeted by a groggy Twilight
>she yawns, then says
>"Whats this i hear of important adult business, Anon?"
Do you have a minute?
>She steps aside to let you in
 
>A half hour later, you're pacing back and forth in Twilight's room
>You has sat her down and told her the events after you left her yesterday
>She hadn't beleived your story, so you told her again in greater detail
>After not beliving it again, she asked to do a memory spell on you
>She said it would be like living through the past twenty-four hours again, only in fast-forward
>You agreed
>She said she would know everything you thought or felt
>You still agreed
>The whole process took about four minutes
>Afterwards she just stood there, staring at you
>Finally, she just came over and gave you a hug
>You embraced her, and after a minute you seperated.
>Your shoulder was wet from where she'd been crying
>Spike just stared at you two and shook his head uncomprehendingly
>Twilight had then wrote a letter herself, and told Spike to mail it to Princess Celestia, without letting him read it
>And now you were waiting for a reply
>"Whats takiing so long?"
>Twilight asked worriedly
>"Well it is only almost seven in the morning"
>Spike said
>"Spike, she raises the sun everymorning. Look outside, the suns up, which means shes up!"
>Spike raises his claw to say something back, but is interrupted by a burp and a burst of green flame
>Twilight snatches the letter that matierialized in thin air, and read it
>"Anon, Princess Celestia says she wants you in Canterlot as soon as possible. Alone"