My Pretty Little Pony

"Good afternoon, Alex."

"Hi, doc," I replied. I was sitting in the cliche chair and he was writing notes as we spoke to one another.

"Nurse Jane said you were crying last night, but didn't want to talk about it with her."

"I like you more, doc," I replied, before I turned to look at the older man. "You remind me of my father. He was a good man."

"I know he was, Alex. Would you like to tell me what happened? You don't have to, if you don't want to," the man replied.

"I was in Ponyville," I look at him, wondering if he was going to say anything. He didn't interrupt me. That's one of the reasons why I liked him. I smiled at him and said, "Its from the show you told me your daughter watched. I hear two of the nurses talking about the show, and sometimes I try to imagine it....I think Twilight Sparkle is the cutest," I giggled, blushing.

I see him writing in his notepad. He's probably talking about my paraphilia again. He told the other doctors I had it. It meant I was weird about sex. I found things arousing when I shouldn't have.

Like ponies.

"I also liked hurting those things. Peeing on them. Slapping them. Hitting them. Like ponies. Like watching pretty ponies hurt." I stop and realize I just said that statement aloud. I see doc is writing things in his notes again. He probably didn't hear me, or more likely, has gotten used to it.

I miss that. I miss people being freaked out by me. Sometimes I really miss it when people reacted to me with disgust. Seeing them being quiet meant they were used to me. I wasn't a very good source of entertainment anymore...

"Doc?"

"Its okay, Alex. You can keep going."

"I was crying last night because we were making love. Twilight and I. We had just been married. But then my mom came and Twilight ran away. Twilight promised she wouldn't leave, but she did. Like dad." I turned away from doc and looked at the ceiling. I'd rather count the dots on the ceiling instead of think about my parents.

"So you felt connected to Twilight? Like your father? Or as something else?"

I stopped my counting of dots on the ceiling to think about his question. I liked it when the doctors repeated what I said. Helped me remember what I said.

"She's not my father. Obviously. But I wouldn't mind meeting her. Like, really meeting her. She seems really nice. And smart. She likes reading, doc. I like reading too, but only when its a good read. Like with pistol shrimps or Soulflikar. Animals and history. I'm sorry. I'm tangeting again, aren't I?"

Tangeting isn't a word. But I use it. It means going off on a tangent. Its not a real word, but sometimes I think I'm not a real person, so I can use it.

"Alex, its okay. You know you can talk to me. I'm here to help."

"I know, doc. I told her I loved her. She told me she loved me back. As I degraded her. As I made her lick my piss from the ground. I liked seeing her like that, doc. She seemed so weak in front of me. I loved seeing her like that. I stepped on her face and made her kiss the ground my pee had been on. Then my mom came and started hitting us. She didn't like it. I didn't like it either, because Twilight was mine to hurt. So I tried hurting her back. But it wasn't her. It was Twilight. I had hurt her bad. And she didn't like it. She ran away from me and mommy told me it was what I deserved after hurting her."

"By her, do you mean your mother, or Twilight?"

"I don't know, doc. Then I woke up. I cried because I didn't want Twilight to be afraid. Like how everyone else was." I take it back. I like the doc a lot for not fearing me. Or doing a better job hiding it than I would.

"I'm not afraid of you. I'm here to help you, Alex. You know this."

"See, doc? That's why I like you. You're a good man."

"Do you want to keep talking, Alex?"

"If you want to, doc. I love talking about Twilight. She's my girl."

"I'm dreaming again, aren't I?" I asked, looking around my empty room. "I can never tell," I sigh, only to feel a breath on my face. I rise up from the bed and look down, seeing a pastel covered pony in bed with me. I smiled as I saw it was the one I liked. I had never seen her, but she fit the description.

Purple. Dark hair with a pink streak. Her tail was the same. I smiled at her and stroked her cheek. "She's quiet now. But I wanted to wake her so I can make her see how weak she is. Was. I want you to hurt, Twilight, because I want to love you. But I won't wake you, because that would mean I would have to spank you. Not tonight, Twilight. Not this time. This time, you sleep soundly."

"And they say, I'm crazy."

"That doesn't sound like me. Doc?" I looked around my bed, before I turned back to my sleeping Twilight. She's awake now, and she's not my Twilight.

One horn too many. Hands. Claws. That wasn't my Twilight.

It was wrong. It wasn't her.

Before I knew it, my hands were around not Twilight's neck. "Stop it, Twilight! I want you! Not whatever it is you are! Stop it! Stop it!"

"Oh ho ho, you are going to be a fun one," not Twilight laughed. He sounded male. Twilight wasn't a male. She was a mare. Similar, but not the same.

"This is my dream! And Twilight is a part of it!" I roared, squeezing my hands tighter around his neck, only for him to vanish.

"Aww, your little crush not what you expected?"

I once told myself I had four stages of angry. Annoyed. Pissed. Beat Person to Death with Baby Fetus. Tranquil fury. I was on stage three. Stage BPDBF. I don't like being there. It makes me look wangsty. Stereotypical teen.

"Fuck you!" I roared, lunging at him, only to miss. "AHH! AHH!" I kept trying to grab him, kept trying to cut him with my nails, hurt him somehow. He kept coming and going though, until I fell to the ground in exhaustion.

"Done? Oh, fantastic, now we can get to the true games!"

"Ah...!"

"Congratulations, Alex Cooper! You have been made the ambassador and representative of the human race!" Confetti fell from nowhere as party favors and trumpets went off like a wild college orgy. "You are going to Equestria and are going to show what humans have to offer for ponykind!"

"Ah?"

The monster man picked me up and held me in my arms like I was his baby. "That's right! You are going to show the ponies just what it means to be human! If you make them hate you, or you die, I'm going to terrorize your world just like I terrorized Equestria back in the good ole days! Doesn't this game sound exciting? I always love it when the stakes are high," the source of the sexy voice laughed.

Fridge logic hit me hard. "Why don't you just invade?"

"Ugh, please. I may like to put the odds completely in my favor, but cheating is just out of the question. No fun in a game if I just skip right to the end. I like all the juicy bits in between the beginning and the end. Of course, considering you, the juicy bit will only last about a few seconds."

Was he implying I was bad at sex?

I fell to the ground as the dragon dropped me and began floating. I was so confused. I liked my other dreams better. Even if mommy appeared to ruin everything. Wait, mommy?

"Are you my mommy?" I asked, looking him over. He didn't look like my mommy. If he was, is that what I really looked like? I hoped so. It was nice.

The dragon rolled his eyes as he snapped his fingers. He was! He must have been! Mommy always appeared in my dreams to ruin things. I opened my mouth to yell at her, only to feel something wrong.

I was suddenly falling.

"Mommy!" I screamed with hatred as I realized she had brought me to the top of a tall tree. Again, mommy. Again. I fell, and my head banged against branches as I fell. Hard wood, no, not that dirty mind. Actual wood, slammed into my flailing body. It was like a ragdoll. My parts hit something and bended painfully as I passed it. With a crash, I landed on hard rocks and muddy mud. Again, mommy. Again.

"AH!"

Someone was screaming. Not me. I don't scream. Don't be afraid of dreams, because they're not real. This was a dream. I wanted it to be one, at least.

I opened my eyes and I saw a pair purple eyes. Always loved that color. It looked soft. But eyes aren't soft. If they were, I wouldn't hear eggs cracking when I poked them. The color looked pretty on eyes. Yeah, that's better. Pretty doesn't make a sound.

"Are you okay?"

I loved the voice. She sounded pretty. I laid corrected. Pretty has a sound, and it was coming at me loud and clear. It was her voice.

I wonder what Pretty would sound like having sex with me?

Wait.

A purple pony. My purple pony. There she was, standing in front of me. It was her. The voice was Pretty. The eyes were Pretty. She was Pretty. Pretty was my Twilight.

My pretty little pony.

"Twilight Sparkle?" I laughed.

"You know my name?"

Of course I do. I love you...

...That's odd. I don't feel too good anymore. I think my body is now feeling the pain of the fall. And the branches. And the rocks. Yep. Ow. Ow. It hurts. But she was right there, so I ignored it as I laughed.

"I've found you, Twilight." I kept laughing, even as the pain of broken ribs and cracked bones coursed through my veins. I think I blacked out after that. I've had dreams where I've fallen asleep and had a dream in a dream before.

I just hope I could wake up from the dream soon so I could be with Pretty. Then I hoped I would never wake up.