>Dreaming 2: Electric Scootaloo
>You're still Anon, 'cause who else are these stories about?
>After exiting the purple bubble, you shiver
>You hope you never witness anything that horrid ever again
>Another *pop* is heard and you turn around
>Luna stands behind you, a heavy blush on her face
>"Anonymous, we would advise against returning to Twilight Sparkle's dream."
>You glare at her
"No shit. I don't want to see that shit, and-"
>You stop when you notice the blushing
"You sick bitch."
>Luna puts on an awkward smile before clearing her throat
>"Anonymous, we WOULD advise that you visit your other friends' dreams. It is always good to learn more about one's friends."
>You think for a moment before nodding
"I guess that makes sense. Come on, Moonbutt. Let's go."
>Luna either ignores your nickname or didn't hear it as she trots alongside you
>The next closest cloud you see is the white one
>Your powers of judgement decide that it must be Rarity's.
>Also due to the fact that it surrounds Carousel Boutique
>As you walk, you decide to strike up a conversation
"Hey, Princess?"
>"Yes, Anonymous?"
"What should I expect from these dreams?"
>Luna pauses for a moment
>"It would be best for you to find out yourself."
>That doesn't sound good
>You approach the white bubble, but hesitate before pushing your way through
>Steeling yourself, you force your way through the bubble
...
>You're in Carousel Boutique
>Luna follows in shortly after, and you listen for any sounds of life
>Nothin-
>*CRACK*
>You flinch as you hear what sounds like...
>A whip?
>Oh god
>It's worse than you imagined
>You're afraid to go up the stairs, but a deep part of you demands to see what's happening
>As you ascend the stairs, you cringe at every crack of the whip
>Luna follows close behind you, cringing along with you
>As you reach the top of the stairs, you see the door to Rarity's room
>You try to negotiate with yourself
"Come on, guy. Just turn back now. We know what's up there."
>"Fuck you pal, we're seeing this shit."
"Dick? I'm trying to talk to brain, you stay out of this."
>Your argument is stopped short when your hand reaches the doorknob
>You steel your nerves and push the door open
>The scene in front of you is much worse than Twilight's dream
>Nothing could have prepared you for this
>A copy of you is stood on a mannequin stand, wearing a leather suit
>Rarity stands in front of him, a whip floating nearby
>"Now darling, I think we should try-"
>"MMMPH"
>The gimp tries to scream, but a ball-gag keeps him quiet
>You back out of the door and bump into Luna
>"Is something wrong? What did you see, Anonymous?"
>You remain silent as you descend back down the stairs
>Without a word, you open the front door and push through the bubble
>As you stand in the open air, you give in to the urge to shout
>You take a deep breath
"HOLY JESUS FUCKIN' CHRIST!!"
>You start to walk towards the next cloud, forgetting about the Princess
>You hope the dreams only get better