Dreams of a Love I Haven't Met

Death Petal pawed the floor as her father Futile Task entered the house, looking up to see a grim look on his face as he headed toward the stairs. “Daddy,” she called, getting the thestral’s attention as he turned to walk over to her, nuzzling her behind the ear as she squeaked.

“Hey my angel, I need you to go to your room and pack your things ok…were leaving.”

“She wasn’t here was she daddy?”

Futile shook his head, “no sweaty she wasn’t, but we’ll find her someday I promise.”

The filly nodded, then headed to her room, while Futile went to his own, picking things up with his wing claws as he moved about the room. He put several items into his saddle bags, then grabbed up a locket that he had sitting on his bedside table, popping it open and looking at the drawing inside of it.

The drawing was of very beautiful mare, whose face was a beautiful mix of pony and dragon, a legendary Kirin. He had never seen her accept for in his dreams, but deep down, he knew somehow she had to be real.

He knew it was foolish to think so, for one it was just a dream, so she could not be real, and two Kirin were extinct, the last one having died out hundreds of years ago. But no matter how hard he tried, no matter how many mares he tried to connect with both physically and emotionally, he could never shake the feeling that she was as real as his little girl.

He sighed, and then put the locket around his neck, heading out the door and into the living room to find Death Petal waiting for him, her back pack strapped on her back between her wings as she clutched her stuffed animal in her hooves. “I’m ready to go daddy,” she said, walking up beside him and then climbing up onto his back.

He nodded, “I know angel…I…I am sorry we couldn’t stay.”

She didn’t respond, nuzzling into the back of his neck as she closed her eyes. He hated himself for forcing her to leave with him, but she knew he needed this, and he knew she wouldn’t leave him for the world. He then took one more look at the house, and then left out the door, taking off into the sky and heading onto the train.

Luna looked over her paperwork, keeping her eyes averted from everything else in the room till she heard a knock on the door. “Who is it,” she asked.

“Your highness, the Lady Blind One wants to have a word with you, concerning the whereabouts of her son.”

Luna sighed, “Send her in.”

The door opened, and a pure white bat pony walked into the room, walking over and sitting down in front of Luna, looking concerned. “I beg pardon your grace, but I was wondering if you have heard word from my son, I know he was your student for a time, so I assumed he might have sent you something.”

“I have had word from your son, he is returning to Canterlot, apparently whatever search he was on has yet to bear fruit, so he decided to continue it from here.

The look that came over Blind’s face worried Luna, “you do not like what he is doing?”

“I…I may have told him a story that caused him to go on this search, a story that was passed down by my ancestors from the old time when you were Nightmare Moon. It…it may have given him false hope about something he has been living with for years, something that he has been experiencing since he was but a foal.”

The princess stared at her for a long moment, and then set down her quill, giving her a look as she spoke. “If you have the time, I would like it if you could tell me these things you told him.”

Futile wrapped his forelegs around the mare’s body, quickly pumping into her as she growled her approval. “Keep going Futile…I’m close!”

“Me…me to Kira!” cried Futile, keeping his pace before finally climaxing, his lover climaxing as well and digging her claws into his back with a sudden fever, causing him to cry out before his world went black.

Futile shot up in bed, sweat coating his form as he stared out of the window of the train. He felt a trickling running down his back, and slowly looked back to see blood soaking the sheets, cursing as he got out of bed and pulled the sheets off, heading finding a bathroom to clean up and then a trash bin to dispose of the bloody sheets.

He then walked back to the bed, climbing into it and then grabbing his private journal, turning to a blank page and beginning to write.

Search Day: 486
Current Status: unsuccessful
Next Search Destination: Canterlot

Had another dream today, another intense dream, and like all the others, this one felt as real as all the ones I have had all my life. This one left me with another group of scars, like many of the ones before these ones were earned during our…coupling, which makes me wonder. If she is real, does she dream of me like this, does she to bear scars from where my dream-self bites her…does she enjoy it. I guess I won’t know till I find her…but I am starting to lose hope, I have already searched Canterlot once before, but I have also searched every other city within the province of Equestira, for I know from these…sensations I keep getting that she is here. But I can’t keep going from city to city like I have been, it’s not fair to Petal, she needs a stable home. So that’s it, if I don’t find her in Canterlot or the town beyond, I am going to end my search…no matter how much it will kill me.

He finished writing, closing his journal and putting it away, and then laying back down to go back to sleep, knowing that his dream would pick up where it had left off, like it had thousands of times before.