Dreams were the sole bastion of pleasurable sensations you had ever had; reality was binding, unable to be molded to suit your fancy, but your mind was not the same. Sleep had always come in chunks, and so your dreams had always been fragmented visions; a glimpse here, an idea there, but nothing developed over the course of the small bits and pieces of rest you could secure. They were always filled with hope, situations you knew were an impossibility; in a way, they were your way to cope with everything life had tossed at you, every hit you had taken, every insult and hardship… Nowhere else was safe by any means, but your mind, especially dreams, were one such location.

This was the first elongated rest you had in a while; the first opportunity for a nice, vivid illusion that would rip you away from reality. Paradise was somewhere that always eluded you, but there was one exception; this wonderful false reality, which you would lose yourself in for a few fleeting minutes. This time, you hopefully had an hour or so, which was enough for a nice scenario…

The table was set, two candles were each illuminating a pony, both unicorns, in the otherwise dim room. The surrounding tables in whatever high class restaurant were too dark to be made out, but you didn’t care, since you were focused the most beautiful pony you had ever, or would ever, lay eyes upon: Twilight Sparkle.

While many would just see some egg-headed bookworm, you knew that there was so much more to her than what most would stop at; the way she’d smile, a warming smile you rarely ever saw on anypony but her, was one such thing. Her enthrallment with knowledge of all kinds made the small conversation over a meal difficult, but she had no qualms with explaining various matters to you, and you certainly didn’t mind listening to her soothing voice.

Her dress was a striking mélange of various shades of purple fabric that hugged her form tightly, although you could barely see the lower portions from across the table, but you imagine they were just as form fitting as what grasped her barrel. If they differed, and instead flowed loosely around her flank, it didn’t really matter to you; it simply meant the task of disrobing her later on would be a tad different, and nothing that you wouldn’t enjoy either way.

The meal was a single course, but that was all you knew about it; Twilight had ordered it for you, and you weren’t about to go against her recommendation, since you had a lack of knowledge when it came to civilized and refined subjects. You weren’t too interested in the food anyways; this was time for you and Twilight, rather than time to indulge in other pleasures that simply paled in comparison to her divinity. It would be rude to pay more attention to the food than her, even if you were starving, figuratively of course; it would be well worth it later on, anyways.

As you both ate, conversation slowed, but never fully ceased between the two of you; Twilight never had too many ponies to talk about her research with, and despite your stupidity, you seemed to make a decent partner for her to chat with, which was enough for you to be content. If she was happy, then you were positively beaming, and you don’t think that smile plastered over her face meant she was anything but joyful. She actually seemed to enjoy your questions, however silly they were, since you weren’t just asking for the sake of asking; one day, maybe you could have a conversation without needing an explanation for every term, theory or word, but for now, it was enjoyable to simply absorb what you could from the speeches.

Eventually, the two plates were devoid of food, and with a payment of bits you were both off into the brisk night air. One of Twilight’s hooves wrapped itself around yours with a soft blush on her cheeks, and you were glad to squeeze her hoof gently, smiling at that adorable face. She seemed so innocent, so pure, so lovely… She simply radiated everything you had ever wanted in a filly. You pull her a little closer to you as she leans into your neck, her cheek rubbing against it in a way that’s so gentle and timid, yet filled with meaning; you hear her sigh pleasurably at the contact, your heart beating faster at the small, insignificant sound, which made the world for you.

As you traveled the streets her dress would brush up against you, sometimes an errant touch that merely faded away, but at others it was a deliberate, shy movement that excited you, and you gave a touch back in turn, a little more gently with your more muscular body. She smiled each time you did, eyes looking away while her blush intensified a little; a low chuckle escaped your throat at the cute sight, although it was short lived: Twilight’s library was just in front of you, a definite end to your journey.

Fate had an obvious, if welcome, way of keeping you two entangled; storm clouds circled above, releasing a few drops of their precious cargo, which quickly turned into a torrential bombing just as Twilight had opened her door. “The weather pegasi have a thunderstorm set to pour overnight; you should stay here, at least until the morning.” You couldn’t help but beam and accept her gracious offer, silently thanking destiny for her beneficial hoof in your affairs.

You were a tad wet, unlike your companion’s dress, which was pristine and glorious in wonderful, dry fabric that would make any mare jealous with how skillfully it was stitched by somepony worthy of praise, but it simply didn’t compare to how she wore it. Talent could always be acquired, but natural beauty was something that was only obtained by luck; unlike others who were blessed by chance, she hadn’t abused it, and instead lived in a state of partial recluse, with only a few friends by her side, none of which gave her the admiration she deserved…

You would change that. This was going to be the night you would go all the way with her; she had prepared for the storm in advance, her fireplace was already ablaze and warming the spacious living room, while you were drying off in the entryway. Two pillows had been laid out, perhaps in advance, one of which was claimed by a much less clothed Twilight, her dress now removed; however, four lovely, amethyst colored socks remained on her. She wasted no time in beckoning you over, likewise, you wasted no time waiting, a quick trot bringing you next to her before you took a seat, the pillow sinking slightly as you took place upon it.

Instantly, Twilight cuddled herself up against you, her warm body heat much more comforting than the small fire crackling a few feet in front of you. You wrapped a hoof around her neck, pulling her closer while she looked at you with those shining, violet eyes, her muzzling drifting ever closer to yours while your cheeks reddened, and you turned away; no matter how much you wanted this, your nervous, throbbing heart was getting in the way. Before you had a chance to pull away any further, or start crying in a loathing, pitiful manner, a soft hoof brushed itself across your cheek, forcing you to look back at the mare who that hoof belonged to.

Another hoof placed itself upon your other cheek, the soft sock rubbing comfortingly against your bare mane, brushing it out of the way. “I’m nervous too, it’s okay... I’ve never kissed a pony before either.” Her melodic voice chimes in your ear, making it twitch in the most satisfied way, before she locks eyes with you and continues. “It’ll be nice, I’m sure of it, just give it a chance... We have to experiment to learn.” You shiver as she punctuates the end of her sentence by quickly pecking you on the lips; the contact was brief, not even a second, before she recoils, an innocent blush on her face. You can’t help but smile, a similar reddish shade spreading over your face as one of your hoofs wraps around her shoulder, steadying both of you, before you lean in just as she follows suit, her eyes closed in blissful expectation.

The second of empty air before contact with her seemed to last an eternity during which you lived a plethora of emotions: fear, anticipation, nervousness, lust... None of them adequately prepared you for the euphoric taste of her lips, slightly mixed with the single meal she had consumed, although it was as if the artificial flavor of lingering food only served to enhance the taste of her lips, rather than obscure it behind a veil of spices that were all too strong, and ended up overshadowing her natural self. While you were only offered a sample of the delicacies with her mouth shut, tongue reposing behind her luscious lips, it was enough to draw a soft, delicate moan from your throat, vibrating throughout your muzzle and into hers.

As you licked over her lips hungrily, she spurred herself into action, her mouth suddenly opening as her organ melded itself with yours, simultaneous, soft moans of approval escaping each of you, melding into a symphonic delight for your ears. It wasn’t long before labored breaths were taken around your dancing muscles, electric thrills escalating throughout the sensitive appendages before slowly, reluctantly, you both began to retreat, her heated breath washing over you with each intake of air, warm from both the fire and your now excited bodies.

For a moment, it appeared as if she was displeased, eyes closed as if thinking intently on how to shatter the bad news; however, that fear inside you was dashed when opened them, a loving, lustful look exposing itself to you. The warm flush on your cheeks intensified as she moved, flipping herself onto her back before she grabbed your forehooves with her own, gently tugging at you to move forward, only ceasing when you were muzzle to muzzle with her. She smiled at you, pressing her lips against yours passionately, her tongue swiping over them a few times, begging for entry, until you joyfully gave it to her and renewed your intertwining dance.

The sensations increased with each passing second, but they felt so much more authentic with you on top of her, squirming minutely with each pass of your tongue over hers or with each soft press of your eager hooves against her supple body. They roamed around, gripping her shoulders at first, until they traveled down her lithe midsection, finally reaching her flank a few moments later. She groaned softly when you brushed over her cutie mark: the emblazoned star was clearly sensitive. You barely broke the kiss for a second, whispering huskily. “I’m going to have such fun with that flank of yours...”

She squeaked when you suddenly pressed on each pattern hard, which left her mouth wide open for you to resume your oral caresses; the result was a writhing Twilight who wrapped her hooves around your back, pulling you in closer to her. Her motions ended up brushing your fully erect stallionhood against her, a quick jolt backwards severing your mouths. She grinned, moving her marehood closer to rub against your shaft as she whispered breathily into your ear. “Somepony looks like they’re excited...” You nodded, at a loss for words from the unexpected grinding while she simply giggled, her rear hooves wrapping themselves around your flank in order to facilitate the erotic administrations.

You bit down on your lip, gazing at her needy eyes as she continued to rub herself over your length, the wet lower pair of lips slickening it in preparation for inevitable entry at some point. Her lustful moans were mixed with provocative whispers in your ear, unwavering in the undulating movement of her hips below yours, kissing your intimate rod. “I want you to ride me, Calligraphy... You’re my first, you know? I’ll be so tight for you, and only you...” You couldn’t help but groan as she hugged you with each of her limbs, pushing herself against your body, particularly your cock, sandwiching it between her folds without allowing you to enter her.

Suddenly she dropped, her back hooves releasing their grip with a soft whimper escaping from you, her warm, sheltering lips no longer shielding your shaft from the air, which felt so cold for some reason; you could guess why. Her gaze was seductive, her eyes flashing downward midway through her stare, drawing your sight between your legs; she was widespread, hooves quivering slightly in either huge anticipation or minute fear. Her head rested on the pillow, horn glowing a soft, lavender shade in order to float a few more of the soft, multicolored pillows over to rest around both of you.

“Take me, Calligraphy…” Her voice was a soft whisper, bordering on needy, but not quite as sultry as you’d expect; your cock was twitching in eager anticipation, but you took a moment to kiss her lips as passionately as you could manage, your tongues meeting for a few fleeting moments in a quickly broken embrace. Slowly, she turned herself around, resting on her belly against the pillows; her tail was hiked high above her flank, already brushing tentatively against your stallionhood.

Slowly, her rump raised while your hips lowered, meeting in the middle, coaxing out a soft moan from the mare underneath you; she shuddered softly, your rod sliding between her folds in a botched, yet highly pleasurable, attempt at entering her. Each delicate twitch of your shaft pushed you more awkwardly against her folds, unable to gain entry despite the ample lubrication; in an attempt to at least show some sort of skillful initiative, your muzzle finds the back of her ear, gently nuzzling into it while giving tender nips at the sensitive flesh. Her ear flicked against your teeth, but the results were pleasurable, soft gasps and moans pouring out of her mouth while you still fumbled with her rear incompetently.

After a few more attempts at entry, your tip finally made contact with her lips, her plush folds spreading around you. Twilight groaned while you pushed deeper, ever so gently, her eager walls coaxing out soft moans from you. She was tight, a vice-like grip surrounding your rod as it treaded further into her cavern; your breath came out in large, husky pants, the feeling of her velvety walls driving your lustful entry forward. Soon enough, your cock hit a soft barrier, which did not break, but the gentle impact drew out an equally soft whimper from the mare beneath you.

“Be gentle, please...” Her voice was quivering while you pressed against her hymen, the minuscule wall of flesh blocking your advance not by sturdiness or force, but by simple fear on your part. This would hurt her, you were sure, but that wasn’t your main concern; the more pressing matter was that her innocence would be removed, forever, and your vile presence would taint her perfection. The very thought of it made you shiver, a movement Twilight was quick to suppress with a brush of her front hoof against yours, stroking it reassuringly. Her feelings went unspoken, but not unfelt: she wanted this as much as you. You weren’t going to go against her wishes, and so you steadied yourself, preparing to demolish her thin wall, claiming her as yours for eternity while she would adopt you as hers.

A quick shove of your hips was all it took for her sanctuary to crumble, her defiled marehood releasing a few trickles of red liquid that mixed with her natural juices, while she begun to cry, painful whimpers and deep, controlled breaths escaping her lips. Despite the constraining motions of her marehood around your cock, you think of how to reassure her for a few precious moments; if it hurt her, why not give her something pleasurable and distracting to ease away the pain? Unicorn horns were sensitive, after all; all you had to do was lean forward a little more, extend your tongue and let it touch the smooth surface of her horn...

Her horn had a distinctly arousing taste, delectable enough to make your crave more; as a result, your tongue began to swirl itself around the tasty rod, exposing more of your taste-buds to the wonderful flavor. Twilight had begun to shudder softly, the feeling of her sensitive, virgin horn being licked easily overtaking the painful sensation from her contracting marehood; the walls almost seemed to squeeze your member harder, while your own set of lips moved to wrap around the tip of her phallus-like horn, your tongue danced towards the base, more waves of carnal pleasure wracking the body beneath you. A soft, drawn out moan rang pleasantly to your ears, before Twilight suddenly pushed her flank backwards, hard, fully engulfing your shaft in her writhing depths and forcing a loud moan from your mouth, which made you hum softly around her horn, the vibrations causing Twilight to nearly collapse in euphoria, her legs wavering with the constant barrage of new, highly addicting sensations.

Now that you were completely hilted within her, you had to, reluctantly, pull out of her warm, welcoming folds, so you could properly ravage her body . You began to pull your hips back, the slick, pink walls grinding against your stallionhood, attempting to suck it back into their depths in order to fill their lustful desires; Twilight whined as you did so, trying to garner a few more shreds of ecstasy by tilting her head back, forcing her horn farther back until your lips were firmly suckling on the base, and your tongue ventured around to fully explore the ridged surface. Your eyes closed, savoring her, and your back legs braced themselves for their first thrust, making sure to slowly spread her tunnel apart, which sucked at your rod delightfully, drawing out more moans and groans from your lips, that echoed down Twilight’s horn to her very core.

It had to be wonderful for her, if her body’s passive reaction was any indication; she was dribbling juices onto your cock, slickening it further for her inevitable pounding, while her horn buzzed lightly, weak bursts of raw magic escaping every few moments, only for your tongue to swipe over them, tasting the pure, almost indescribable substance. Likewise, her conscious displayed an equal enjoyment, an unending flurry of small, soft, nearly surreal sounds of approval escaping her mouth, encouraging you to stop teasing and begin the main event. Not one to try and deliberately disappoint her, you begin pushing, slowly, into her cavern as it gleefully spreads to accommodate your length, before it repeats the process of squeezing around your member. Whether Twilight was focusing on her nether muscles or not, they felt fabulous around you, and soon enough, you had hilted again, this time choosing to pull out much sooner, languishing little in your efforts as you retreated, until solely the tip of your phallus remained inside her.

Once again, you braced yourself, this time for a much more elongated ride; picking up the pace, you slammed yourself against her, the impact jolting her form forward a little, as it seemed to shunt a deep moan up from her depths, escaping solely due to the rough thrust. Leaving little time for her to recover, you quickly pulled out, the walls clinging around your rod with absolute need; they need not wait for long, as you were already engulfed once again, your mouth slightly agape, taking long, deep breaths, while a few slick strands of saliva dripping down her horn and pooling around the base. Your tongue still attempted to crawl around every inch of her sensitive ridged surface, as the occasional drips of magic had turned into a veritable waterfall, consistently flowing to fill your mouth, and then some, a bit of the mist-like substance flowing out between your lips.

Her lower pair of lips, on the other hoof, were pouring a torrential downpour of her sweet, sticky juices down your shaft and onto your two orbs, brimming with a large load of your virile semen that stirred inside with each push. As your thrusts began to pick up speed, your engorged testicles started swinging, lightly touching Twilight’s delicate, drenched fur. In a few seconds of speed building, your cock was able to retract, and then fill, her every second, your balls slamming delightfully against her at every forward movement of your hips, the fluid inside jostling around, eager to spill itself inside the mare of your dreams. Her hard, spiraled magic conductor had begun to glow, illuminating your tingling cheeks and tongue with a light lavender glow, the unique taste of her magical essence amplifying itself with each passing moment; the mist itself seemed to thicken, more like a soup, every ounce of pleasure contributing to the continued generation of more raw magic, as it continued to trickle out of your open mouth.

As much as you wanted to keep going, preferably the entire night with a myriad of different positions and a plethora of orgasms for her before your creamy load would tarnish her, truly marking her as your own, your phallus had a different plan; the occasional twitch of bliss had evolved into a consistent spasm, threatening to blow your load with every errant movement of your enveloped length. Each deep intake of breath around her horn drew copious amounts of mystic mist inside your lungs, a warm, loving sensation dispersing inside you, spreading from your barrel downward, as far as your hooves, but it concentrated the bulk of the heat in one very fitting area: your groin. This feeling only made you want to attain the blissful feeling of relief even more, and it was multiplied by Twilight’s inner walls, already attempting to milk you for all you were worth before their first orgasmic burst; hopefully, she was also close, and judging by the soft vibration of her magical cone inside your mouth, along with each long, gasping breath she took, she was on the border of tonight’s conclusion.

Twilight began to shiver, an inevitable sign of her impending gush of liquid pleasure, and you took that as a sign to withhold your release, if only for a few moments; she had to cum first, she was more important. Her horn had begun to fizzle, the mist concentrating and solidifying, despite your breaths consuming generous amounts of it; sparks of magic hit your inner mouth, the earlier tingling sensation becoming much more pronounced with each small, powerful touch of the primal substance. Her vaginal walls made use of the same sort of deceptive force, their earlier caresses seeming like the tentative touches of a virgin compared to the now carnal force they used in an attempt to coax out the orgasm that you were so desperately attempting to evade. With each deep thrust another groan was forced out of your lips, and they had to tell Twilight you were close, but you dared not vocalize the thought otherwise; you knew she was above you, and she knew that, even if she had been gracious enough to allow you to mount her. Your tongue swiped against her horn a few more times, the mildly shocking sensation all the more ecstatic for you; it managed to draw out a low gasp from Twilight, probably from a heightened sensitivity on the already taut inner nerves just beneath the smooth surface your tongue so desperately services, hoping it would accelerate her orgasm.

Her small, erratic twitches intensified for a few moments, her tunnel clenching around you much more fiercely, the direction of each inner movement running from the base of your shaft, before it moved upward, as if milking your sensitive organ in advance; in turn, she bit her upper pair of lips, whining and groaning in the most needy fashion she could. Unfortunately, no rush of wayward juices besides the norm came, and her vocal cords never came to a crashing crescendo; your guttural noises, on the other hoof, had grown louder, and your cock was drenching her inner sanctum in fluid: not yet the pure, white cum that would forever taint her, but you were incredibly close. A few more thrusts, and it would be over for you; perhaps not even that, based on your rapid rhythm and the amount of stimulation her slick, drenched marehood was providing. Your barrel heaved with quick, deep breaths, drawing in ever more of those sparks from her horn, spreading the sensation around your body even further.

An emasculated whine escaped your lips, stripped on every asset that made you a stallion; you weren’t going to be able to please your mare fully, already, you could feel your rod begin to spasm, your most precious essence beginning to prematurely gush upward, the seed eager, and ready, to fill Twilight’s most precious sanctuary. Your hooves wrapped themselves around her barrel unexpectedly, forcing her to support your larger frame, her own legs shaking from the effort required; with one final, pathetic groan, you hilted yourself in her for one final time that night, the flood of your hot, sticky cum rushing forth into her, electing a soft gasp from her unoccupied mouth, her body tensing as it prepared to accept your gift. Her milking motions redoubled their efforts, accelerating the already rapid speed of your semen flowing into her while your forehooves squeezed her tighter, restricting her flow of oxygen slightly. Your lips, following suit, sealed themselves around her horn, greedily sucking down every speck of magic Twilight produced; she gasped again, this time much more audibly, as her eyes closed, allowing her to bask in the duality of sensations: her lower self was being filled to the brim, a small amount of your ever continuous flow of cum dripping outside, while her upper self was being drained and emptied.

That same duality seemed to finally cause her to break, a sharp intake of air signaling her dam’s final collapse, the pure juices of her marehood coating your stallionhood and mixing with your vile semen inside, before it trickled downward, needlessly slickening your cock before it began to dribble around her lips. You continued to suck on her ever tingling horn, drawing out every last delectable drop of magic it had to offer, while she did the same with your cock, although you let not a single bit of it escape; she was simply unable to contain every spurt of white liquid, and it partially followed the path her own orgasmic juices had before, the two results of your orgasms melding into a heterogenic concoction, and in turn, it simply dripped onto the soft surface below you. Your stream had begun to slow, and Twilight’s eyes fluttered open, still minutely basking in the monumental feel of her first, hopefully wonderful, sexual encounter, the afterglow of her orgasm slowly fading as you began to dismount her, your forehooves touching the now damp pillows, while your vice-like grip on her horn released itself; your tongue ran over her horn one final time, coaxing out one last shudder from Twilight. The misty magic had also ceased to spawn from her horn, and with but a single swipe of your tongue on your lips, the taste was completely gone. Your now limp member, spent from your single, but highly enjoyable, orgasm plopped free from her with a wet sort of sound, along with a few more strands of both your combined fluids.

For a few precious moments, just the sound of two ponies breathing and the raindrops outside was heard; the fire had long since died down, but it hadn’t extinguished your love, nor your passion, for her, but the night grew late. Twilight yawned, starting to trot forward slowly, towards an open door near the mantle of the former flames. She turned around with half lidded eyes, her tail brushing itself aside to give you a very nice view of your handiwork; after staring for a few moments, she sighed, smiling, and called out to you. “I was hoping that, maybe, you’d come to bed with me…”. You didn’t need to be told twice, quickly galloping to her side, much to her delight, as she wrapped a hoof around yours, leaning into you slightly; you gladly supported her, as she had done with you, although you didn’t dare waver in the slightest. She deserved a stallion who wouldn’t falter, lumping his inadequacies and problems unto her, forcing her to support you; no, you had to be stalwart, sturdy, strong… everything a stallion should be: everything she deserved.

Her bedroom was illustriously decorated, tomes of magic and spellbinding books filling the large amount of bookcases, all of which she must have read and memorized; the curtains were plush, trimmed with golden borders, while her bed had the same qualities, although her star shaped mark had been emblazoned on the center of the blanket. It was fitting. Her nightstand had a few books, neatly arranged, with each one having a bookmark in various positions; given her standing, it must be stressful for her, with large amounts of reading, study, work and such to do on a daily basis. Smiling as graciously stepped onto the bed, you were simply glad that she deemed you worthy enough to please her; following suit, your hoof rubs over her cheek lovingly, in turn, she grips it, dragging it downward to her barrel and allowing you to feel her heartbeat. It was nearly as quick as your own! Blushing softly, she leaned closer, whispering into your ear. “That’s what you do to me.”. She giggled, in that adorable way only she could, further warming your soul and accelerating your pulse; you moved back a little, staring into her lovely eyes for mere seconds, before you pushed yourself forward, melding your lips together. The passion of earlier acts was not lost, but the carnal desire had been spent; this was romantic, not erotic, and your tongues barely touched, each of them solely delivering quick swipes to their tentative partner.

Carefully, you started to push her forward while maintaining the kiss, a hoof moving to caress her mane and prevent her from falling backwards; her hooves wrapped around your neck, forcing you to support her weight this time, but it was a welcome feeling. Her head hit the pillow softly, her coat a slightly darker shade of the fabric, as her form began to indent the bed; once she had settled in, you turned to your side, finally allowing the kiss to break when you laid down beside her. Your hooves wrapped around her tight, pulling her closer to you, while her horn shimmered slightly, momentarily illuminating the room much more clearly as she brought up the covers, entrapping your two forms beneath them. Her hooves moved themselves around you, returning the gripping hug, and you moved your head down to rub your horn against hers. Sighing blissfully at the friction on your sensitive horn, sleep is beginning to overtake you; already, it has consumed Twilight, her barely audible snores reaching your ears. Still cuddling with you, your eyes finally close before sleep, or perhaps the shock of awakening from this dream, occurs, a sudden flash of light and a strange, shifting sort of magical sound pierces your ears; with a jolt you close a hoof over…

“Twilight?”. Your hoof crashes against the bed, feeling around for a few moments, attempting to find fur or horn or any sign of her. Your eyes open worriedly, the room still relatively dark, but Twilight was nowhere to be seen. “Twilight?...” You call out again, this time louder, closer to a yell; the rain outside seems to have stopped, and the heavy silence is not broken by a reply to your outburst. You scramble to your hooves, eyes blazing across every inch of the room; she wasn’t there, with the door strangely shut: you didn’t remember either of you doing that. Cautiously, you begin to make your way over, hoof reaching for the knob; it quivers ominously just as you make contact, and you jolt backwards. It seemed… darker than before. Your suspicions are confirmed as the darkness seems to spread, engulfing the minute amount of light in shadow, erasing the door from existence completely, and it showed no signs of stopping. Turning around to look for an escape option, the same such aura is at the window, or what it used to be, and it too was spreading. Moving to the center of the room, you begin to panic, breaths accelerating as they continue to consume the very room about you; the bookshelves, the nightstand, the bed… everything.

It took so long for them to begin reaching you, the creeping surfaces having reduced what used to be a representation of Twilight’s very being to nothing: now, they were coming for you. Quivering, you close your eyes as it touches your hoof, expecting some sort of agony or a lack of feeling, but moments pass, and no such pain comes, while no absence of existence comes. One of your eyes opens, peeking at your hoof; it was white, as per usual, and you began to check your body for lack of limbs. You where whole, and a few prods of your form proved it. All around you was simply black, no sort of defined figures or shapes, simple darkness; you spin around, confirming the whole area as… nothing. Tears begin to flow from your eyes, worried for Twilight; she was gone, she had left you before this catastrophe, but you couldn’t help but shout for her as loud as you could, in the very unlikely chance she would come back.

“Twilight… Twilight!... Twilight, please! Don’t…” You brush a hoof against your face, trying to rub the tears from your eyes and clarify your watery vision, but all you succeed in doing is smearing the tears across your cheeks, before you finish your last few words, your throat suddenly going dry. “… leave me alone…” Choking at the thought of your greatest fear, having had everything you wanted, and then it literally vanish into nothing, you curl up, wrapping your hooves around your barrel and simply sobbing uncontrollably. You had never deserved her. You should be glad she’s gone, and you’re just alone with nothing; she’s better off without you. She’s more important, and even if it pains you, you’ll just stay here and weep; after all, she wouldn’t want anymore, not after seeing how pathetic you were.

Author's Note

So, if this reminds you of some sort of bad porno: good. It's supposed to be written with that sort of setting in mind, and more importantly, it's supposed to break some aspects of canon, personality wise, because it's a dream of a character who has relatively little current knowledge about Twilight as a pony, as in who she is and how she'd act. The inexperienced dreams of a character who's sole views on romance probably come from relatively questionable and unrealistic sources won't be accurate to canon, nor good for that matter, in terms of realistic romance, but still, it's clop.

Hopefully this is still clop-able, despite being written with some specific intentions that are hopefully met, but would arguable make the clop, well, not as good. That being said, there will be clop in the future, obviously, although it could take a while to get there, it will hopefully be worth the wait.