My So Called Life

I woke up in a random morning after a long night of blurred lights and benzodiazepines. I felt as dead as a zombie-turned road kill.

I had this purplish swelling in my arm, and no one but god could say for sure what caused it. I said to myself it was the cat. It was always the cat.

Messed up couch; the cat.

Lost my keys; the cat.

The kitchen was on fire; you see, always the cat.

As I later realized, it was a Friday morning, and all of my so called friends had a marvelous sunny day awaiting for them.

But the sun seemed not to be shining inside of my attic, where the three remaining windows were sealed with aluminum foil and curtains, or had some sort of equipment pilled up against them, mostly old processors I had grown fond.

I never got rid of anything, no matter how useless it was. My computers were part of me, and part of my life was saved somewhere inside of those rusting boxes.

I didn't wanted to hurt their feelings, of course.

The Jerseys lived downstairs, the five of them. I shared my house with their family, and they paid a monthly fee for that. The money covered most of my expenses, and I was still safe in my comfort zone.

I can't say I liked or disliked the Jerseys, but they hated me anyway. They were also responsible for paying most of the house bills, considering I just used the attic and a bathroom, I couldn't be more fine with their hatred.

They were a bunch of conservative fundamentalists, and I worked for the digital porn industry. Believe it or not, we had a decent relationship.

Mutual respect was the key; the Jerseys never meddled my business, and they only said I was going to burn in hell for my sins two times a month. I soundproofed my attic, and we both were good.

There was a cd playing in repeat since- well, since the dawn of times, but I decided to stop it for once. I liked Aphex Twin, but not that much. You start loosing your mind after the 9th replay or so.

So then in the silence of my room I contemplated the jewel of my own crown, fire of Alexandria's lighthouse, the golden top of my pyramid - my homemade immersion device. Truth be told, finding plutonium was the easiest part. You don't even want to know how I managed to assemble the whole thing.

I was very aware that by the time I decided to build a plutonium based micro-power plant in my room, I was also violating the Creek Valley norms of conduct, the state laws, the federal laws, and probably some international laws as well. But it's worth to remember that I did all of those things for a noble cause.

I needed a very realistic virtual pony to fuck.

Okay, I'm kidding.

I didn't needed just the pony, I also needed the world, the scenario, the artificial intelligence to make said pony act like a living being and not a rag doll.

And plutonium was the key. It was that or half of New York City electricity.

Everything was ready, but a fundamental part of the operation was missing; the software. Jeb was responsible for that.

No one knew for sure who the hell was Jeb. We knew he was the most reliable guy wandering the digital underworld. Jeb was Jeb. The darknet god, the eater of files, the Napoleon of Serbia, the Schwarzenegger of Soviet Republic.

He never failed.

Two knocks at the door, and I jumped from my bed. No one touched my door at Fridays.

"Spencer? Are you there?" It was Mrs. Jersey, and by the tone of her voice, I could already presume she would rather be somewhere else instead of my doorstep.

"Sorry Mrs. Jersey, I'm not planning to accept the lord today." I grumbled.

"There's a package for you, Spencer. It's not from the Lord. Unfortunately..." Four locks separated my door from the outside world, and as I lazily unlocked them one by one, several thoughts crossed my mind.

Most of them involved food, and the other ones wondered about the package.

With a squeaky noise my door swung open, revealing a well lit corridor crowded with family portraits and a tall woman standing in front of me. Mrs. Jersey always had this same slightly disappointed and partially judgmental expression when she looked at me.

"A disgusting man in a van dropped this thing in the lawn. I presume it's another of your 'packages'." She shoved a small box in my arms, letting out a sigh.

"Honestly Spencer... You used to be a good boy. I don't know what you've been up to, but for Christ's sake, say you're not dealing with drugs." For the first time I saw a hint of concern in her voice. Not that she was worried about me, I think it was more about having a dude in your attic presumably growing pot, or something worse.

I chuckled a little at the thought.

"Believe me Mrs. Jersey, the last thing you'll find in this attic is weed." I said, inspecting the package and smiling in satisfaction. "Thanks for your... Ah, concern. But there's nothing here to worry about."

"I hope so, Spencer..." And that was the last thing I heard, before I closed my door again, laying down on the nearest couch, and laughing my ass off.

It was finished.

After three years, it was finally done. The last part of the most advanced software I had ever placed my dirty hands on, was in that box.

From a huge mess of bubble wrap and styrofoam, I retrieved a microchip not larger than a coin. I grinned at the thought that Rarity was in there.

Jeb never failed.

You may think it's obsession, I think it's an escape. You wouldn't want to read my biography, no one would. When the real world sucks, you have two options: Fix it, or find an escape.

I was about to find mine.

With the microchip in hands, I walked to the corner of my attic, there, a modified hospital bed held all the apparatus needed for my immersion process. It was almost unrecognizable.

Two large processing units towered over the bed, together with a dozen of bizarre equipment I had acquired over the years. The most important of them, and in my personal opinion also the creepier, was the spinal connector.

Assembled together with a helmet, the apparatus ran vertically through the center of the bed, it gave the place an air of medieval dungeon. I was supposed to lay over that thing, while five electrodes penetrated the nerves of my spine. Jeb's microchip was already loaded into the system, and it was now a matter of time until the process started.

I sat on the bed, looking around my attic one last time, just in case I died in the immersion process - which was indeed a probability.

The humming of my plutonium power plant sounded like a distant air conditioning machine, and had a somehow soothing effect over me. It could be a leak of radiation killing me though.

I took off my shirt and laid on my back over the spinal connector, it was a plain metallic surface with these small holes in the middle; that's where the needles come from.

The helmet was thick and no outside light crept through the layers of circuits and protective screens. I won't lie; I was nervous as fuck. I heard about a guy who had tried to do this in a French laboratory, and no one knew for sure what to do with him after he woke up.

It's dangerous to play with your mind, but I was willing to take the risk.

A green light flashed inside the helmet, from that moment on I had only one hour to dive into the simulation, or give up. A session could last no more than that, or the system could overheat. After a session ended, the program would reset itself.

I took a deep breath, felt the control panel in my hand, and pushed the button.

And nothing.

The thing was still, not a single sign of life.

"What the-"

An excruciating pain raged through my spine and neck, my limbs arched a single time, and I was then paralyzed. Those first signals came in jolts, the darkness of my helmet flashed, the world was no longer being seen through my eyes, but was directly imprinted in my brain.

The feeling of seeing without actually opening my eyelids was beyond description. The closest I can relate is a very livid dream, without the fear of waking up.

After the chaos, there was a silent void.

I floated, I was immersed. Somewhere in my own personal universe, I drifted. An ethereal warmth embraced me, and I slept. For how long, it was impossible to know.

When I finally came back to my senses, there was no attic, no helmet, no Jerseys, no nothing. I was alone, on the floor of a back lit room. I crawled to a nearby bed, I was still dizzy, and struggling to accept the fact I was no longer experiencing the real world, but a hijacked version of Equestria.

I looked down to myself, and noticed that everything, from my clothes to the color of my skin, it all was different. I was someone else here. Someone my subconscious mind urged to be.

I had a black tie suit, and a silver ring around my finger, the room looked more like a classy penthouse over a huge metropolis, I could even imagine Frank Sinatra walking out of an helicopter with a glass of whiskey.

The vision was fantastic.

I had no idea of what to expect, Jeb was very secretive about his shit, and as far as I knew, anything could happen. The only thing I truly required was a nice apartment, and Rarity.

"Well... Finally."

Hearing that unmistakable voice made me turn around in a glimpse of a second.

There was she, almost the way I envisioned.

The lights of Manehattan reflected on the mirrored walls of the apartment, creating some sort of mirage on the dark floor.
Also dark was Rarity's dress, made of a long and sparkling fabric, covered in jet black sequins. She was the own night and glamour of Manehattan in pony form.

"You have no idea of how long I've been waiting for you." I said, not daring to move a finger.

"Actually I have, darling." She smiled. "This world is cold and empty without your energy. I needed you as much as you needed me."

"To feel alive, at least once." She added.

Rarity made her way through the room, getting rid of her charcoal dress, first the wrapped scarf, then the long and exquisite tail, leaving the white mare only in her thigh highs.

She looked gorgeous under the yellowish light of the art deco lamps of her bedroom.

Her silky hoofs touched the marble floor with delicate steps, and each second she spent walking towards the bed seemed like an eternity. Come on, I have less than one hour to enjoy your presence, and pretend to be happy.

I was sweating, arms weak, but my mind was ready. My hands caressed her purple mane as soon as she crawled over my body, it was so real and so thin. Sometimes I felt as if I was about to wake up, and at times I just spaced out.

Her fluffy chest rested against mine, while her hooves surrounded my neck In a tight grasp.

I tried to kiss her, Rarity bit her lip in anticipation, but tenderly accepted my lips as I pulled her body closer. Her muzzle caressing my cheek as I slowly ran my hands down her silhouette, feeling every curve of her incredibly muscular body.

Rarity moaned softly as I played with her senses, wriggling our bodies around over the large and comfortable bed. Her silky and semi translucent linen elicited an erotic feeling, as I watched her perfect body moving under the layers of fabric, and resting on top of me.

Rarity was very warm, and as I embraced her form, I could clearly feel the accelerated beats of her heart.

"How does It feels?" I asked, staring into her eyes. "To be on the other side."

"It feels... Dreamy." She whispered. "The difference is that I can never wake up."

"And are you okay with that... ?" I wondered.

She replied with a nod, and touched my lips with hers, a scent of white cedar emanated from her fur, a perfume, I presumed. It made me even more inebriated.

"I was made to feel okay."

I touched her cheeks, and pulled the mare into a deep kiss, her tongue hadn't any fear, and started to play with mine, a warmth took over our faces, and for the first time I 'tasted' a pony.

I was amazed.

She was soft, the movements of her tongue were delicate and practically immaculate. I felt so crazy at the thought of violating something as pure as a unicorn. But that never stopped me, in fact, it made me want to go even further.

Rarity was there, under the covers with me, and the sweat of our bodies already drenched part of her fur.

By that time, most of my suit was gone, I turned around on the bed and my arm brushed against her exposed marehood, eliciting a soft moan from the pony.

"Do you like this?" I whispered. "You're such a nasty pony, you know that?" I chuckled.

"I am not a saint, Spencer." She bit the tip of her pillow. "You came this far, now show your mare how you do it."

"With pleasure..." A lustful smile took over my face. I looked so stupid.

Without loosing any more time, I touched Rarity with my hand, teasing her pussy with my two medium fingers. She moaned softly as I rubbed her lips and clit, still not sticking a single digit in her marehood. She was dripping wet when I inserted the first finger into her slit.

"You like this?" I asked, knowing the obvious answer. Rarity was laying on her back as I explored her inner walls with my fingertips, a thick fluid drenched the back of her tail and the bed sheets.

"Look at the mess you're already making" I chuckled, pulling out my buried fingers for a while, and contemplating the sticky fluids connecting my hand to her pussy. She blushed so hard.

"You're not cumming yet..." I snorted sarcastically. I stuck my fingers in her panting mouth, her own pussy juice coating her tongue.

"Unnnf" She moaned, as I grabbed her.

The bulge in my pants was almost unbearable, and every time Rarity squirmed under my touch. One of her hooves would brush against my boner.

"We need to get rid of this, don't you think?" She asked with a mischievous smile. "I was looking forward to have some fun today, if you don't mind"

"Dear, of everything in this world I could mind, this is definitely the last one."

With the help of her magic, the buttons holding my pants together burst open, revealing the huge lump in my boxers, a drip of precum already drenching the tip.

"Celestia... When you said you was ready, you wasn't kidding." She prodded my erection with her front hooves, eliciting a freaking strong shiver. I bit my tongue to stay intact while Rarity played with my cock, fondling my balls with the tip of her muzzle.

"Hey- Really Rare, I love you but you don't have to make me cum right now." I said sheepishly, my face in two tones of red.

"You would, If I wanted." Rarity pushed me against the pillows, tearing the rest of my underwear with her teeth.

With no hint of hesitation, the mare moved up on top of me, my unleashed erection brushed against her body, throbbing in anticipation.

"You're amazing, you know that?" I said, a smile growing on my face.

"Of course I know, dear." Rarity locked her eyes with mine as she lowered herself on my cock, as if daring me to make a sound.

"Ahh, fuck." It was impossible to resist.

I placed my hands on her flanks, between the lovely shape of her cutie mark, and the elastic surface of her dark stockings.

With her front legs pushing my chest for balance, she started to ride me up and down, I felt as if my dick was about to melt inside of her. Rarity closed her eyes as her breath got heavier and heavier, I grabbed her ass and began to pump faster.

Her pussy clenched and squirmed around my cock, a sticky and hot fluid drenched my balls, Rarity was so tight and her moans penetrated my ears like an entrancing spell.

Holding her sides, I rolled on the bed, my cock sliding out of her pussy for a second. Now on top, I pinned her against the mattress.

"How do you like this? You love having my dick inside your pussy, don't you?" I rubbed my wet cock against her winking clit. Rarity screamed in pleasure as I pushed my entire length into her slit again.

"Yes, fuck me harder!" She said.

I bent over on top of her, biting the tip of her fluffy ear, Rarity's erratic breath on my neck sent jolts of pleasure down my spine. I urged her body closer with sheer magnetism, fucking her like a hungry beast.

"Y-yeah, ah I'm cumming." She was panting, her fur slippery to the touch, her muscles contracted and pulsed. Rarity's back arched, and I wrapped my arms around her as her pussy practically milked my cock.

I couldn't hold myself for much longer, my own limit was building up way too fast. "I'm going to fill your belly with so much cum" I groaned.

And so my prophecy became reality.

Spurts of semen escaped from my dick, coating her inner walls inch by inch, as we both collapsed in orgasmic motions.

The artificial pleasure was liquid and ethereal, and for a second, I forgot about this or that world. I forgot about the hours, the Jerseys, the spinal connector, about everything. And there was only me and my Rarity.

With a deep breath we parted, still staring at each other eyes and contemplating that mess.

"Look what you did to me..." She chuckled, running a hoof over her wet belly.

"I know you loved that." I said with a smirk. She blushed.

"It was perfect."

I can't say for how long we stayed together, honestly, I couldn't care less.

"Indeed... Perfect." I placed an arm around her. Rarity rested her head on my shoulder and sighed.

I know nothing about the problem with reality, or even if that's a problem at all.

It was impossible to understand. It was also difficult for me to know, how many times I would have the strength to reset the pony I loved, only to feel happy for another day.

Why do we long for the artificial?

Author's Note

Well, I tried.