Chapter 3
 
>Still Dreaming in Equestria
>You are George Bush
>Not really
>You’re Anon
>You walk through the town, searching for the nearest cloud
>Your attention is drawn to a flashing, pink glow surrounding Sugar Cube Corner
>That must be Pinkie
>This one can’t be that bad
>...can it?
>In spite of your nagging conscience, you start to slowly walk towards the cloud
“Come on, Anon. Pinkie is different. She wouldn’t have those kind of dreams.”
>As you wade through the thick fog of the cloud, you reach the bubble encompassing the building
>Taking a deep breath, you force your way through the bubble and into the mind of the town’s resident psycho
>As you pass through, you can only imagine the atrocities that lie inside
...
>You stand in the kitchen of Sugarcube Corner, surrounded by various cakes and pastries
>As you look around, you notice the frosting on the cakes
>Each cake has a different word on it
>"Dear"
>"Nonny,"
>"Come"
>"Upstairs"
>"Love,"
>"Pinkie Pie"
"This can't be good."
>You exit the kitchen and start towards the stairs
>It's deathly quiet
>In the unnerving silence, you ascend the stairs and make your way to Pinkie's bedroom
>You can see light shining through the gaps of the door, so you know Pinkie has to be there
>Placing your hand on the doorknob, you brace for whatever might happen
>Pushing the door open reveals a strange sight
>Pinkie sits in the middle of her room
>Surrounding her are 4 copies of you
>Your stomach drops as you realize what's going to happen
>"Hiya Nonny!"
>Pinkie waves to you before nodding to the copies
>You don't react as you watch on in horror
>The copies close in on Pinkie, each one's clothes fading away in turn
>You try to move, but your legs refuse to listen
>Pinkie's smile grows wider as an Anon lifts her up
>"Enjoy the show, Nonny."
>As she says this, the Anon drops her down onto his member
>The copies patiently wait their turns, stroking themselves as they wait
>You finally manage to will yourself to move as you slam the door shut and descend the stairs
>Your mind scrambles to recover any sense you have as you empty your stomach on the floor
>Making your way to the front door, you push your way through the bubble and exit the dream
>You seriously debate continuing on this path, but something wills you on
>You hate to say it, but you have to see the last 3 dreams
>You pray for mercy from whatever god is listening