Come to Equestria, stay for the fucking monsters. I'm not even joking, either. Ponies? They're weird enough, but when your toaster asks you if you could please use her, that shit is just too far.

And don't get me started on beds. Okay, do get me started, but they aren't so bad until she turns up.

It started a week ago. I was sleeping on my pony-bed, curled up under my pony-blanket, and just starting to nod off to sleep when she just appeared. Black as midnight, she simply lay herself atop me.

I struggled at first. I tried to shove the monster pony off me, but the longer she sat there the weaker my struggles became until I could move my arms—I couldn't even scream. She'd lay on me all night, not moving, just watching me in the mental hell she locked me into.

Somehow, it became worse when I started relaxing into it. I knew what she'd do, I knew I couldn't move, and it seemed like that became a switch for me—I could sleep again. It became the new normal (just like new coke, actually, but without the shitty aftertaste).

So here I was, Lying in bed and waiting for her—anticipating the monster that would paralyze me and drag me into a spiraling mad set of dreams. With the lights out, I could feel tiredness pulling at my eyelids. Between one blink and the next she appeared.

Her weight settled upon me, crushing and squeezing, forcing each breath into a shallow mockery of what it should have been. But something was different tonight. My nightmare sat atop me a little further up than normal, and she also kept looking over her shoulder as if expecting something.

"Look, I don't know what you—" I froze (ha ha). Checking my body, I was paralyzed from the neck down as normal, but tonight I could move my neck and head. "What are you doing?"

The answer was simple—my nightmare lifted her tail.

Hot musk assaulted my nose, boring its way along my olfactory nerves and deep into my brain. My body might be paralyzed, but my dick sure worked still. She shifted, pushed back while her tail circled around my neck and the back of my head. I had exactly two heartbeats before I realized what she was going to do, and she did it.

Her tail pulled at me, jerked my head up and forward. The musk of her vulva was overwhelming with my nose forced against it. I groaned into her, my gasping breaths ceasing while she forced me to service her.

My nightmare knew exactly how long I could go without breath, and how much breath I needed to recover. After losing all willpower to resist, I nuzzled, licked, and moaned into her until the edge of my vision started to darken. She gave me some slack and I fell away from her nethers. Gasping with my restrained lungs, through a throat still encircled in the tight grip of her tail, I was given long enough to be able to think again before she pulled me against her again.

Over and over, all through the night, I pleasured my nightmare. Eventually it became too hard to even think and I just started working on instinct. Pleasure her, get my reward—breath—and then be forced to pleasure her again.

By the time the first rays of light started stealing their way through my window I was broken. I'd do anything to be smothered again, to pleasure her again. I looked up at my nightmare as she climbed off me. I simply couldn't conceive of being without her.

She winked at me, smiled, and evaporated.

I hope she comes back, was the only thought in my head as I finally got to sleep.

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