"Your Most Common Pony Fantasy"

>>19469776 (OP)
What's your most common pony fantasy?
All of them don't need to be sexual y'know
Some can just be your cute ones
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I want to meet Rainbow Dash by bumping into her after a performance.
I want to rudely yell at her and tell her to watch where she's going only to get the same reply back.
I want to try to confront her with poorly made last second remarks only to have her do the same to me.
I want to laugh it off with her since in the end we both couldn't come up with anything good.
I want her to ask me to go watch her train immediately after.
I want to sit down in the grass field to watch as she throws her wings up for an impressive takeoff as the wind strikes my face.
I want to see her perform without the crowd and entirely with her own flaws as she tries to perfect her technique.
I want to watch her vibrant mane float through the sky for days on end as the Sun's rays reflect off her slim figure.
I want to watch her gracefully land as her loss of breath causes her to sit down next to me.
I want to tell her how great every bit was and act as if everything went perfectly, even when she managed to recover from a technique she forgot halfway through.
I want to ask her to come to my place later.
I want her to show up late only to come up with a lame excuse but with the obvious sincerity that she didn't mean to.
I want to sit down with her and watch crappy videos of other performances only to judge them for comic relief.
I want to cuddle close to her, sharing a bowl of popcorn with her as the day comes to an end.
I want to her too look quickly outside in the middle of a video only to realize how late it is.
I want to convince her to stay for a little while longer, only to cherish every moment with her.
I want to talk to her about the Wonderbolts performance of the last video with her only to see the excitement on her face.
I want to guide her to my door, only to watch her hesitate before leaving.
I want to her to turn around and shyly land a kiss on my lips.
I want it to last forever, but it won't.
When It breaks, I want to watch as she looks back with a blush before taking off to her home.
I want the smile that was because of her to be permanently forged on my face as I fall to sleep.
I want the days to go by like this, again and again.
I want to hear her tomboyish voice call out to me from the skies as she gets more comfortable with me watching her train.
I want to see the new stunts she pulls off that nobody has ever been able to think of.
I want to her to brag about how difficult they were and that she was impressed to have pulled any of them off.
I want to find a way to show her movies from my world.
I want her to be on the edge of the couch each time we watch an action movie.
I want her to hold me close out of fear from B grade horror films as she asks me to reassure her that these things aren't real.
I want her to be in my lap as she nestles her head into my chest as she finds herself enjoying the cheesey romantic.
I want to go to sleep at the end of each day, only to find her following me into my room.
I want her to tell me that she's too lazy to go back home and to see her stutter, asking if she could sleep with me.
I want to smile and say yes, watching as she immediately takes up the entire bed.
I want to jump in next to her, fighting for equal sides of the bed for the rest of the night.
I want to finally come to an agreement, yet still give sublte and unapproving nudges back.
I want to hold her close with her soft fur in my hands.
I want to stroke her mane gently and watch her eyes slowly fall.
I want to hear the last words that come out of her mouth, "I love you."
I want my heart to skip at those words.
I want to gently whisper the same words back to her, only to realize that she immediately fell asleep.
I want to wake up the next day, only to find her at my side still.
I want to make her breakfast and give her a dull lecture on how good the first meal of the day is.
I want to watch her roll her eyes at me, clearly uninterested.
I want her to immediately dig in to the breakfast that's served.
I want to see the awkward panic on her face as she realizes that we've slept until noon.
I want to see her rush to the door with her eyes wide, talking nonstop about how she's late for a performance.
I want her to kiss my cheek quickly and moving towards the door before giving me one last look and saying goodbye with the followed "I love you."
I want to see her fly into the sky and quickly away.
I want to realize the smile left on my face because of her and wait for her to return, if she does.
I want her to come home an hour later.
I don't want to see her coming back with tears on her cheeks, but it would happen anyways.
I don't want her to tell me that she was disqualified because she was late, but she would.
I don't want to see someone so outgoing and yet so upset, but for once that didn't stop her.
I would try to console her and tell her to relax.
I would tell her that it doesn't matter if she missed one performance.
I would tell her that it's okay and that she would always have more chances.
I would reassure her only to tell her how great she is and that she shouldn't let this overcome her.
I would want to see the smile on her face, through all the tears, only to look up at me and embrace me.
I would tell her that I love her.
I would hear only sniffles back through a moment of silence.
I would want to hear her say it back after regaining her energy to say it back passionately, still clinging herself onto me.


I would want to live my life with her and for her, to see her do the same for me.
I would overcome the obstacles of life with her, only to cheer her up.
I would be there for her greatest accomplishments and the life goals she never thought she would achieve.
I would be there to discover and explore the unkown boundaries of life with her, to share the experience of awe.
From the moment I would've bumped into her and to the last breath she would take.
I would want to be there for her.
Every day of her life.
But would is the key word here.
Because I can't.
No matter how hard the days are, I can't be there for her.
No matter how far I'm willing to go to sacrifice things for her, it would all be in vain.
No matter how much I want to hold her and caress her, it would only be in my dreams.
And that's where they'll stay.
Because she isn't real.

Thanks for reading.