Title:           The Story Man - [TwMPCh2] Anon's Adventures and Brief Detour
Author:          FingerbangingMLP
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/0ZEaQGnT
First Edit:      Sunday 15th of December 2013 02:23:08 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Sunday 15th of December 2013 02:23:08 AM CDT

This chapter is still incomplete...
 
Previously: http://pastebin.com/gVvV8ZDA
 
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>It was 5:45, everything was set up and much to your surprise things had come together swimmingly
>Your parents had left earlier to go to some party, so the house was all yours for the night
>Something was bothering you as you paced back and forth in the stillness of your bedroom
>Would you do the same stuff that you did to Pinkie?
>Sunset was a decent, well sort of decent, person after all
>Doing that stuff to Pinkie was more of a spur of the moment revenge stuff, not planned like this
>Images of Sunset’s bust as well as her nice rear come to your mind as a little devil goads you on
>You close your eyes and rub your temples as you flop down onto your rather messy mattress
>It strikes you to look back over the notes you had taken pictures of, to try and find some other thing to do
>Looking over the pictures on your phone you zoom in and out of various places to find some new test to try
>A small footnote near the section on voice commands which you had missed earlier pops out at you
>The note was hard to read as it was faded calligraphy, but you could make out a few key points
>Mainly, that it implied you could communicate with someone while they were dreaming
>It claimed that by asking ‘can you hear me?’ you could communicate with them without waking them up
>There were further notes warning that people tended to lose boundaries once in the dream state
>So, you thought to yourself, that’s why Sunset opened up to me after we shared a dream together
>Shaking your head a little you return to examining the notes before checking the time
>It was 5:55 P.M. so Sunset would be arriving soon, meaning you would need to get a game plan
>Licking your lips in thought, the ideas slowly pile together in your head until a full thought out plan was made
>Damn, you really did need that session after all      
       
>Standing up, you relay the now developed plan as you noticed that the development of it took 2 minutes
>You would perform the session with Sunset and when she was under you would try and talk to her
>What you would ask her exactly was coming out as a vague blur to you right now, but you hoped it would clear up
>Taking a deep breath, you look outside to the empty street and watch some wind rustle the grass
>At about 6:05, a whole 5 minutes late, Sunset’s car rolled up to your house and she stepped out
>Despite it being a lazy Sunday for her, she seemed to be dressed quite well, or at least presentable
>You stand up and move downstairs to open the door for her and silently hoped this would work
>It all hinged on whether or not you could trust a gypsy girl with big tits
>Just thinking in your head there made it lose some credibility you think as you move down the stairs
>Opening the large door, you see Sunset was not as well put together as you had previously seen
> “Sorry I’m late, some idiot was messing with me”
>You move aside and let her in as you silently doubt whether that was the driver’s intent
“So, want a drink or anything?”
> “Nah, I’m good. So, what was it you wanted us to do?”
“Here, follow me to the bedroom”
>Sunset cocks an eyebrow at you and gives you a rather condescending grin
> “Seriously? That’s your pick up line?”
“Oh shut up, I figured out how to do the thing Pinkie does in the sessions”
> “Wait, seriously? How?”
“It wasn’t easy, I had to work it out of her”
> “...You fucked her didn’t you?”
>Stopping at the midpoint you were at on the stairs you look back to face a smiling Sunset
>Her smile drops to a look of shock as her eyes widen and she moves closer to you
> “Holy shit I was joking, did you really fuck her?”
“Well, sort of. I didn’t plan to or anything”
 
> “You lucky prick. Got laid AND got a super power. Wish I was that lucky”
>Smiling at Sunset, she scoffs at you and you both continue up the stairs to your room
>Upon reaching the door, you open it and step aside so that Sunset could view the set up you had made
>She looked around with a slightly impressed face, though not as much as you expected
> “Your room is weird, dude. You seriously had sex with Pinkie in this place? Does she have a candle fetish?”
“What? No, we had sex at her place”
> “Wait, where we have sessions?”
“...Yeah?”
> “Please tell me it wasn’t anywhere were we sit down in that place”
“No, it wasn’t, as if you were that much of a prude”
> “Shut up and get to the magic crap already”
>You move across the bed, not wanting to further argue over your intimacy with pinkie to Sunset
“Fine, just sit down and do everything she has you do”
>She gets into position just as you did with Pinkie and sit down as you place you cool hands over Sunset’s
>Her skin felt almost polished, not fake but rather warm and well groomed in comparison to yours
>Even a cursory glance to her body’s exposed portions showed that she took great care towards her beauty
>Though with a body like hers, not much help was needed in the looks department
>Wetting your lips you begin to say the short stanzas line by line as Sunset’s eyes go weary
>After you say the last word, her head droops down and she falls onto a pillow to her side
>Her chest rose and fell with a slow rhythm to her easy breathing, you noticed as you could now oggle freely
>The t-shirt she wore, although clearly grabbed from some laundry pile, clung to her bust quite nicely
>From her clothes, it was hard to tell whether the clothes she wore accentuated her curves, or if it was vis-versa
“Sunset? You awake?”
>There was no response from the unconscious form as she layed there in a peaceful rest
 
>Looking around to make sure no one had entered the room after you both, you lean over to Sunset
>There was one last question you had to have answered and then you could go to the experimenting
>Your hand looms over her slowly heaving chest and stutters momentarily as you look to her face
>The curl of her hair was bobbing to the side from it’s own weight and made her head seem even more relaxed
>Snapping your eyes back to her chest, you traced the curves of her body underneath the clothes
>Reaching forward you grab the uppermost, in this case the right, breast and held your grip for a bit
>You steal a quick glance back to her face to make sure that she had not woken up at your sudden touch
>The paranoia was likely set by the fact you were still shaky on your understanding of this ability
>Suddenly, you become lost in the soft appearance of Sunset’s face on the velvet pillow
>Her skin was remarkably smooth and an alluring shade of yellow that seemed to beget her name
>A shock comes through your hand as you realize the simple grip had become a sort of unconscious groping
>Taking your hand away, you shake your head and move to the other side of the table once more
“Sunset, sit up”
>You had really only assumed nicknames worked, but as she sat up she seemed to prove that they did
>Checking your phone, you look over the notes for the exact phrase, fearing that the wrong one might end badly
“Sunset, can you hear me?”
>She stirs and moves her lolled head a little with her lower jaw as it tries to speak
“Uh, Sunset, lift your head”
>She moves her head up slowly as you commanded with the same sluggishness of Pinkie
> “Hmm...Anon? Is that you?”
>Well, you had been so doubtful that it would actually work so fast that you’d forgotten to come up with anything
“Sunset? Where are you?”
> “...I’m right here. How are you here anyway?”
>Well she was more responsive now, but more questions were flooding in as old ones were answered
 
 
> “Well, I’m in the field where we shared a dream, sitting under the tree next to you”
>So, it seems that the command places you into the person’s dream and allows you to communicate
>This was making you feel like some kind of pervy scientist Sunset’s tits for this conversation
>Watching them bob up and down with her speech as she took in slow and calm breaths
>Even though you had gotten more than an eyeful of Pinkie’s already, tits were still fun to oggle
>You realize there had been a slight pause so you think of another question for Sunset
“So, What am I wearing?”
> “What?”
“Well, I’m still in the room. I want to know how affected the dreams are”
> “Well, you’re, uh...”
“What is it? It’s not a dress or anything is it?”
> “Well, you’re technically not wearing anything right now”
“What?! Wait, what do you mean ‘technically’?”
> “Well, I mean, I’m not wearing anything either”
>Now this was an interesting development in the case of ‘what Sunset is dreaming’
“So...we’re both naked...and alone...”
> “Shut up, we’re not having sex or anything”
“Sure, you’re just dreaming about me being naked is all”
> “Boy, if you could see yourself, you wouldn’t be so uppity, trust me”
>She must have been dreaming you into some stupid pose or something, you thought to yourself
“Fine, well, is there anything you want to ask me while you’re in there?”
> “Ask you?”
“Yeah. About your body and stuff”
>She takes a moment and somehow manages to furrow the brow on her sleeping body
> “Did I do anything just now?”
“Yeah, you frowned. How’d you do that?”
> “I just thought about it. Here, let me try something else”
>It was then that she flopped backwards onto the couch and yelped from the pain but didn’t move
> “Damn, did I hit my head on something?”
>To be honest, your attention was not focused on Sunset’s head at that exact moment
 
>While on her back, you were greeted with a rather great and unfortunately stunning view
>You see, in Sunset’s hurry to come over to your house, it appears she forgot to put on a pair of underwear
>But she had chosen a rather short skirt, which made for a quite provocative combo
>Sunset’s body was still, aside from her slow breathing which had little effect on your cone of vision
>It was dark, on account of the skirt being pulled over the area, but it was falling back slowly, letting light fall on it
>You blink a couple times, wondering if this was a dream, or if the thin veils of cloth in front of you were not there
> “Anon? Hello? You didn’t run off or anything, did you?”
>Shaking your head, you attempt to free yourself from this fixation on Sunset’s junk, but it was to no avail
“...Yeah, Sunset?”
> “Well? Did I hit something? My body’s okay right?”
>To be honest, she could have been some massive cartoony demon above her waist line and you might not notice
>It pulled your eyes towards it, like light to a black hole or sailors to siren strewn rocks
“N-no, you’re good”
>It took every bit of your suaveness not to make that sound creepy as all hell with some added phrase
> “Okay, hold on, I’m trying to think of how my body is now. Can you describe it to me?”
“Well...you’re on your back”
>There was silence and for a second, you feared she had put together the dots and would strike you down
> “Okay, now let me try to move my legs”
>Fortunately for you, Sunset’s manners were somewhere around a lady of the evening and soap opera wife in heat
>She lifts up her legs into the air and the skirt quickly falls off of her legs to reveal her pursed lips
>The cheerleader style legs stuck straight into the air, reminding you of some familiar body part you own
 
>Snapping away from her crotch for a moment, you notice how finely manicured Sunset’s legs were
>Even on a lazy day like this, not a single hair could be spotted on their long and yellow lengths
>The muscles of her thighs and calves were toned, though that could be caused by her unconscious flexing
>Blinking a couple times, you find yourself free from you trance like state and stand up
>Suddenly, you realize the fear that looking near Sunset’s crotch might put you back into it’s psychic enslavement
>Damn, for a guy talking about vaginas and breasts you sure did like using odd phrase choices
>Looking up to the ceiling, you start to walk towards Sunset’s head while avoiding looking down
>As you move across the floor, being very careful not to look down, you feel something soft on your heel
> “Gah! Did you just kick me?!”
“Crap, sorry!”
>Looking down, you see that you had tread on Sunset’s arm which was splayed out rather annoyingly
>Had she been awake, you’d have had a fair shot at chastising her for the reckless self endangerment
>Of course, were she awake, she might have noticed you staring at her exposed vagina for a solid minute
> “Watch were you’re going next time!”
“I said I’m sorry already, what else do you want?”
> “Fine. Just...I don’t know, do something”
>You look around the room in silence and contemplate what was something that you could do
>Not wishing to seem inconsiderate, you sit next to her and look for something in your room to help her pain
>Looking back, you see her that her hair looked vaguely like an inverted flower from this angle
>You smile and begin to pet her while you search for a bandage or pain reliever, which might be hiding in your room
>Sunset lets out a small sigh, causing you to turn back to her to see what caused her to do that
> “...Keep going dumbass”
“Um, alright, if that’s what you want”