Sour Sweet Dreams

by Nico-Stone Rupan

Rating: teen
Tags: Original Character, Second Person, Comedy, Self Insert, Equestria Girls, Sex, Sour Sweet, Romance
Length: 2517

You get a call from Sour Sweet in the middle of the night ordering you to get over to her house right away.

You get a call from Sour Sweet in the middle of the night ordering you to get over to her house right away. Expecting late-night snuggles, you instead end up with pillow talk concerning the state of your relationship up to this point as well as its future.

Cover Art by Kul

(Sex tag for off-screen fun times)

Published 2016-05-08 21:40:01 UTC
Last updated 2016-05-08 21:40:01 UTC

Sour Sweet Dreams

Author's Note

So, I suppose this counts as a Mother Day’s story… sort of? Anyway, special shout outs to DeltaXeno1138 and Noctus Umbra for giving me permission to use some jokes which they both commented on a previous story. Also, many thanks to Kul for once again producing yet another masterpiece for the cover art. Quite the collaborative process we got going on here, isn’t it? :twilightsmile:

As always, when Sour Sweet’s dialogue is presented in italics she’s sweet, in bold she’s sour, and in plain type she’s normal.

Sour Sweet Dreams

The courtroom gallery buzzes in anticipation as the collected Wondercolts and Shadowbolts await the arrival of the distinguished and ruggedly handsome judge.

“All rise for the honorable Judge Second Person!” bailiff Flash Sentry calls out.

You made your grand entrance. The gallery oohs and awes at your great dignity, flowing black robe, and matchless curly white wig. A few girls even swoon at your sight.

You go behind the bench and take your seat, with everyone following likewise.

“Bring in the accused,” you order.

Officers Indigo Zap and Rainbow Dash drag in Principal Cinch, who is clad in an orange jumpsuit. The entire gallery erupts in boos and hisses.

“Order! Order in the court!” you command with the bang of your gavel. The spectators respectfully quiet down. “Principal Abacus Cinch! You are accused of unreasonable academic strictness, encouraging a mass culture of nastiness, and the prompting of the transformation of a poor, naive nerd into Raging She-Demon Mark II!”

All eyes turn to the bespectacled girl crying exaggeratedly in the witness stand.

“All I wanted to do was some science stuff!” Twilight Sparkle wails.

Trixie suddenly shoots up from her seat. “The Great and Powerful Trixie demands that Cinch be burned at the stake!”

“It’s ironic that you would be unsympathetic to that particular punishment considering you yourself would have suffered the same fate centuries ago for being a female magician,” Sugarcoat points out.

“Principal Cinch, how do you plead?” you ask.

“Innocent!” Cinch states.

“I’m pretty sure that I heard guilty!” you happily declare. “Cinch, I hereby sentence you to… CUPCAKES!!!!!”

All of a sudden, a portal opens up in the middle of the courtroom. On the other side, the sight of an awaiting Pinkamena Diane Pie comes into view. She’s all suited up securely in a straightjacket and mouth restraint mask while being strapped onto a dolly. Two pony royal guards are even at each side of her. Officers Indigo and Rainbow once again take hold of Cinch and toss her right in. The entire courtroom erupts in thunderous applause.

Trenderhoof comes running over to shake your hand. “Congratulations on another terrific trial, Judge! How about we go out for drinks to celebrate?”

You roll your eyes. “T. Hoof, for the last time, I don’t happen to swing that way. And please stop sending me bouquets of roses.”

Trenderhoof huffs and skips off. “Fine, I guess I’ll just go see if Applejack or Rarity wants my roses!”

“Very nice job, baby,” a sultry voice compliments.

You turn to be treated to the sight of Sour Sweet displayed in a sexy pose on top of the defendant’s table. She’s wearing nothing but a dental floss bikini, high heels, and a naughty smirk.

“How about we celebrate with some snuggles?” she proposes with a wink.

“Now THAT sounds more like my kind of celebration!” you cheer.

Just as you are about to grab Sour Sweet, a familiar-sounding melody begins to piece the air.

“What in the world is that?” you ask.

“Oh, that’s just real-life me calling you,” Sour Sweet informs. “Better answer or she’ll cut your balls off.”

You open your eyes to find yourself lying in your bed with a ringing cellphone on your nightstand. Just as your dream said, is it indeed your girlfriend.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“Come over to my house.”

“Sour, is something wrong?”

“JUST GET OVER HERE, BUSTER!!!”

With that, she hung up.

Not much will make you jog through the neighborhood in your pajamas at fifteen past midnight on a school night. A direct order from “Mistress” will do the trick every time, though.

As you went up to the Sweet residence, the front door opens to reveal Sour Sweet, who scolds, “Took you long enough.”

She quietly leads you up to her room and locks the door.

“So, is this a booty call, Sour?” you ask. Part of you is just teasing. The other part is unsure considering Sour Sweet’s history of unpredictable and impulsive actions.

“Typical male, always thinking about sex,” Sour Sweet growls, rolling her eyes.

You smirk. “Excuse me? I’m pretty sure that you’re the sexually aggressive one in this relationship. Remember when you almost yanked my arm out of its socket while dragging me up to your room during our first time?”

“Just get in the bed or there won’t be a SECOND!”

You obey.

“I’m setting my alarm for 5:45,” she informs, fiddling with her clock. “Maybe that’ll give you enough time to run back to your house before your family wakes up.”

She then gets into the bed and lies down on her side. She reaches up and turns off the lamp. The room goes pitch black. You expect to feel Sour Sweet shift over. However, she doesn’t, which means that she still has her back to you. You blink in confusion. What, no snuggles?

You have to admit, lying next to Sour Sweet in the same bed and under the same cover at night just feels right. Sure, you had a short nap with her after your first time, but the thought of waking up in the morning next to her just feels like it will be all the more satisfying. Still, something’s bothering her, so you can’t completely enjoy it.

You let a moment of silence pass to give her a chance to say something until you finally have to ask, “So, are you going to tell me what this is all about?”

“No. Just go to sleep.”

“Come on.”

“I said NO.”

“If you don’t tell me, I’ll violate you in your sleep.”

“You don’t have the balls and you know it.”

You let off a sigh. “You know, Sour Sweet, we have our little joke that I’m your masochist, that nothing you say or do will bother me, but the truth is that there is something that bothers me. It bothers me that after all we’ve been through, that there are still times where you are ashamed to tell me how you’re feeling. I try my best to be patient. I really do. It’s just so hard when I care so much about you. I know that you can’t help it, but it still really hurts that you can’t open up to me. I’m here for you, Sour.”

Another moment of silence goes by until you hear whispered, “It was just a bad dream, okay? Or it could have been a hallucination. There really isn’t any difference to me anymore.”

“What happened in it?”

You feel the shift in the bed indicating that Sour is now on her back instead of facing away from you. You smile. That’s better.

“There were creatures surrounding my bed. I don’t know what they were. I don’t want to know what they were. I don’t even know where the hell my brain gets off by making me see them.”

“What did they look like?”

“I can’t really describe them. They were kind of distorted. I could see their eyes clearly, though. Blood red. But there was one that wasn’t even looking at me. That was the strange part. It was just staring off. Almost like it was saying that I wasn’t even worth looking at. Like being my boogeyman was beneath it. I think that fact was more disturbing to me more than its presence.”

“Look, I’m not claiming to be a dream expert, but it would really be best if you worked things out with your dad.”

“I do NOT want to talk about him.”

“Sour, he’s right down the hall. You could have gone to him to comfort you instead of me.”

Sour Sweet groans in utter frustration. “Why can’t I be a strong, independent 21st century woman and not always have to run to some MAN with my problems all the time?!”

“For one, you are a strong, independent 21st century woman, Sour. You certainly don’t ever try to get my permission to go off on some wild adventure like becoming an online sensation with the Crusaders or having a brawl with Gilda. You would kick my butt if I ever did try to stop you. For better or worse, you know what you want and you go after it. That’s a big reason why I love you so much.

“Two, you are an individual with certain problems who needs support. Does it really matter if you get it from another individual who just happens to have a penis?

“And finally three, you don’t, in fact, always run to a man with your problems. You got Sunny Flare, Indigo Zap, Sugarcoat, Lemon Zest, Fluttershy, Sweetie Belle, Apple Bloom, Scootaloo, Doctor Chrysalis, and of course your mom behind you as well. All strong women ready to help out another strong woman.”

You feel Sour Sweet shift over again and nestle close to you. Snuggles at last! “I remember a time when you could barely get a word out to say such wonderful things.”

“It’s because of you, Sour. You bring out the best in me. You’ve helped me gain the confidence to start speaking up to more and more people. Of course, I still have a long way to go.”

“Well, until you get over it completely, you’re still my shy guy.”

“And you’ll always be my Sour Sweetheart.”

“How many times do I have to tell you? I hate when you make corny word plays with my name.”

“Don't lie. It's your secret turn-on.”

You were just teasing again, however you suddenly feel hands find your face and cup your cheeks. Sour Sweet’s lips press against yours.

“You’re damn right it is,” she declares as her lips part.

Her hands slowly slide down off your face and to your chest. You feel her fingers begin to unbutton your nightshirt…

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You wake up. Immediately, you notice that something doesn’t seem right. You don’t recognize the room which you occupy.

You turn to see if Sour Sweet is still with you. She is, but she appears so different. Strangely, she looks so much more… mature-looking? That’s not the only thing off. There’s a little girl sleeping inbetween you two. You have never seen her before, but somehow she seems so familiar. In fact, she's the splitting image of Sour Sweet. Wait. She couldn’t be…?

Sour Sweet stirs and opens her eyes. She smiles at you, then glances at the girl. Sour lovingly pulls her closer into her arms, just gently enough as not to wake the little one.

Taking note of your confusion, Sour Sweet whispers, “Somebody had a bad dream last night. She wanted to be near you so that she would have good dreams.” She sighs contently. “Like mother, like daughter.”

The alarm goes off.

You awake and try to open your stubborn eyes. You feel movement as Sour Sweet stirs and reaches over to shut the alarm off. You smile as your surroundings start to come into focus. The sunlight pouring in reveals that you are indeed in Sour Sweet’s room.

You glance over to see Sour looking her familiar eighteen-year-old self. There’s no little girl sharing the bed with you two, either. You should have known it was just a dream. You don’t go from having a wild night of being ridden cowgirl style to being a parent the next morning. The facts of life don’t work that fast.

“Good morning,” you greet.

“Morning,” Sour Sweet mumbles groggily. It seems as if she’s still half-asleep.

You yawn. “It should be a nice day today.”

“Yeah. I wish we could just skip work and take Bitter Honey to the park.”

Your eyes shoot open. Who needs coffee when you have THAT kind of wakeup call? “Uh… Sour…?”

Her eyes slowly open to meet yours. Gradually, her drowsy expression becomes one of awareness and embarrassment. “Shit.”

Sighing, Sour Sweet rolls over and gets her bottles of water and pills. After downing her medication, she rolls back next to you. “Sorry about that.”

Sour Sweet had told you about what she experienced several weeks ago during a day where she had ran out of medication. How she had spent a whole morning playing with a daughter who didn’t exist. You had felt so sorry that she had to go through a hallucination such as that. Strangely though, she seemed to be oddly comforted by the whole experience.

You give her a understanding smile. “It’s no problem.”

Sour Sweet's face scrunches up with worry. “Does… does it creep you out that I sometimes think that we’re… you know… married and have a little girl…?”

“Why would it bother me?”

“Well, it’s just that we haven’t been together for very long, relatively speaking. I just don’t want to scare you off with thoughts of our relationship being, well… serious.”

“Who said our relationship wasn’t serious?”

Sour Sweet’s eyes widen. “I-is it serious?”

You reach over and stroke her cheek. “Sour, I don’t know about you, but I could get used to us waking up right next to each other like this every morning.”

Sour Sweet’s expression starts to flame up with anxiety-filled panic. “W-wait, are you saying th-that you want to get m-ma – ”

“When the time is right, I meant!” you immediately assure her. You smile as you reflect on your image of an older Sour Sweet hugging a sleeping Bitter Honey. “You’re not the only one who dreams of a sweet future, Sour.”

A smile slowly grows on Sour Sweet’s face. Perhaps she’s beginning to warm up to the idea? You lean in to kiss her tenderly. She kisses back and begins to passionately deepen it. Just when things start to heat back up and looking like the third time is about to commence, a knock suddenly comes at the door. You and Sour Sweet nearly jump out of your skins in surprise.

“Sour, we’re going to work now,” Mrs. Sweet’s voice is heard from behind the locked door. “And honey, please remember that when you have your boyfriend over to try to keep your screams of pleasure down. You’re lucky your dad’s such a heavy sleeper. Don’t be afraid of duct tape, dear. It makes it so much more exciting, trust me!” She lets off what sounds to be a nostalgia-filled sigh. “Like mother, like daughter.”

As the sound of footsteps fade off, you and Sour Sweet stare awkwardly up at the ceiling together, grimacing in absolute cringe.

Finally, Sour Sweet turns her head to you. “You may as well be married to me. You’re already dealing with a crazy mother-in-law.”

THE END