Welcome To Equestria

>”You finally made it, Nonny! Welcome to Equestria!”
>You stumbled backwards and fell.
>The ‘Pinkie’ leaned forward, reaching its long neck at you.
>A lifeless smile was fixed on its uncanny face.
>”Well? Is it everything you wished for? We’ve all been waiting for you, Nonny!”
>Your dry tongue stuck to the roof of your mouth and replying felt difficult.
>“Aren’t you glad to be here?”
“...I’m not here.”
>”What are you saying, silly? Of course you’re here! Where else would you be?”
>The creature’s eyes rotated in their gaping sockets and it cocked its head to the side mechanically.
“This isn’t Equestria, and I can’t be here, I’m… I’m sleeping. This is a dream.”
>”Whahaha! Nonny, this isn’t a dream! You’re here now!”
“No—no that’s wrong, I know this has to be a dream. The last thing I remember was going to sleep in my apartment.”
>”But Nonny, you forgot to turn the oven off before you went to bed!”
>Had you? You didn’t remember.
“Then I have to wake up! I have to turn it off quickly!”
>”But then you won’t stay here in Equestria with us, and I won’t get to throw a party for you, Nonny! And that’s just not right.”
“But I can’t stay here, help me wake up! I don’t want to die! Quickly, I might not have much time!”
>”It’s too late, Nonny, or too early, who cares!”

“Then I’m… dead?”
>”You’re in Equestria! And you’ll be here for a loooooong time!”
“No… no I don’t believe you, I have to wake up. I can’t be dead, if I was dead I wouldn’t be dreaming this!”
>The thinly stretched skin on ‘Pinkie’s’ skull loosened, her smile dropped and her face distorted nauseatingly as another took its place.
>With a stomach-churning crack, a purple horn budded from its forehead and the creature’s pink mane and flesh molted from the neck up.
>The face of ‘Pinkie’ was replaced with an eerie face of a human-like Twilight Sparkle with disturbingly elongated equine features.
>”Very clever Anon. So you are in a dream, but why does that matter?”
>It spoke in a cold, low-pitched androgynous voice not at all like Twilight Sparkle’s from the show.
“B-because you aren’t real!”
>”Did you hear girls? We aren’t real, he says.”
>A disembodied chorus of laughter joined in mocking you.

“You aren’t real! I’m going to wake up now and—”
>With a blood-curdling crunch the Pinkie and Twilight chimera sprouted a second head: a skeletal white unicorn vaguely resembling Rarity with a bird-like mouth and small, human-like eyes.
>Several rows of teeth showed as it smiled sadistically at you.
>”And what makes you think you can wake up, dear? You are quite worthless, even here.”
>You tried to move your hand to pinch yourself but you realized you couldn’t move, only observe.
>You were like a fleshless eye trapped in your own body.
“Shit… shit! Let me fucking go! I need to wake up!”
>”Anon, don’t you see? You’re useless. This is what you deserve for being so useless.”
>The human-like face of Twilight smiled slightly, its bloodshot, wide-open eyes drilling into you.
>You closed your eyes and imagined yourself somewhere else. Back home, in your bed.
>”Look, how insolent! He doesn’t want to look at us!”
>”Then we’ll make him feel us.”

>You felt a lurching feeling in your stomach, then a hideous sensation, like flesh stretching beyond its intended proportions.
>Something birthed itself from your stomach and extended towards you. Its weight made you lean forward against your will.
>”H-hey A-Anon… Um... “
>A synthesized nightmare of Fluttershy’s voice called your name from below you.
>You heard the buzzing of flies against your ears and a foul odor assaulted your senses.
>”...Anon um—remember when you tried to kill yourself? I wish you hadn’t um.. failed.”
>The stale, foul-smelling breath of the creature was on your neck as it wormed closer towards you face, its teeth clacking together.
>You ignored it, not wanting to look or see what it was.
>”Hey… um... Anon? Why did you fail, Anon?”
“...”
>”P-please don’t ignore me, Anon… it makes me nervous. Come on, look… look at me, Anon.”
>You felt your distended belly writhe as the creature reached eye-level with you, then to your horror you felt something tug at your closed eyelid.
>”Come on, look at me… please… just look at me, Anon… I miss you, Anon—”
>The teeth pulled and gnawed on your eyelids gradually as the distorted voice of Fluttershy continued to plead in unsettling monotone.
>”Look at me, look at me, Anon… look at Fluttershy, Anon. I miss you, Anon.”

“N-no! LEAVE ME ALONE!”
>You screamed instinctively, your voice cracking.
>”But you are alone, Anon. You’re always alone,” the voice of false-Twilight replied.
>It was getting hotter, you could feel the sweat running down your brow.
>”Now you’ll be alone together. This is what you wanted, to make friends with yourself. Be grateful, Anon.”
>The heat was getting severely uncomfortable, you were sure you had left the oven on and you had to wake up now.
“No, fuck you! I’m gonna wake up from this dream—this nightmare! “
>The chorus of shrill, unearthly laughter drowned out your defiant shout.
>”Did you hear that, dear? He still thinks it’s a dream!”
>”How ignorant can that monkey be, to still think he’s dreaming.”
>”...Look at me, Anon, I promise I’m uh... not a dream. I’ll bite your eyelids off... um… if you won’t look at me.”
“Liars! You’re all lying to prevent me from waking up! I have no time for this shit, I have to wake up now, I can feel the heat!”
>”Whatever do you mean? You have all the time in Equestria, Anon.”
>The others laughed.
>You tried to wake up again, ignoring the sound of false-Fluttershy chattering her teeth together and counting down when she would eat your eyelids right next to your left ear.
>”9...8...7…”

>You desperately tried and tried, but the heat made it impossible to concentrate.
>”4...3…2...”
>Then a new voice interrupted the countdown. It sounded somewhat like Applejack, but there was something hideously off about it.
>”Now hold yer horses there Fluttershy, I’ve got something ta say to Anon and he won’t look us in the eye when you’re squirmin about, so why dontcha go away.”
>”B-but… I want to—”
>”Go away, Fluttershy.”
>After a silent pause, you again felt the disgusting feeling of your flesh moving, as whatever the thing that had pretended to be Fluttershy retracted back into your belly.
>The foul smell retreated and so did the buzzing of flies in your ears.
>”Now that’s better, ain’t it? You can look now Anon, I’m an honest pony.”
>You hesitated, then reluctantly squinted towards the voice.

>On the ground in front of you sat a naked semi-human male body.
>Semi-human, because the head was a similarly unsettling mockery of Applejack as the others had been of their originals, and because the ‘human’ body it grew from lacked hands.
>Instead of hands (or indeed hooves) on each forearm where a wrist should have been grew the head of a living crow.
>The creature was holding its arms next to its face, allowing the beaks of the crows to reach where its eyes should have been.
>The two crow heads were greedily picking at the broken sclera sacks scrunched up inside the Applejack head’s eye-sockets.
>It smiled a pained, joyless smile at you.
>”Don’t mind the babies, gotta feed em or they get in a real foul mood, ya see.”
>You shuddered but couldn’t look down, as you didn’t want to see what you yourself looked like.
“...What the fuck…”
>“I’m an honest pony, Anon.”
“You’re not a pony…”
>“I’m an honest pony,” it repeated.

>The salt from beads of sweat getting into your eyes was burning them and blurring your vision.
>You told yourself to wake up but it was useless.
>”Tell me, Anon, what do ya think time IS to the dead, or the dying?”
“...W-what?”
>“Do ya really still think yer dreamin’? You’re not dreamin’—”
>Many other voices from all around, behind you, below you, above you, joined in, forming a swarming, repulsive chorus:
>”YOU’RE DYING.”
>The head of false-Applejack cracked open like a hatching egg, splitting vertically from the middle and revealing only a vortex of pitch-black empty void, which grew like a gaping wound in reality.
>The crow heads cried and thrashed their heads horribly, joining in the discordant cacophony.
>Your flesh burned and you screamed something—not words.
>The chorus of voices addressing you melded into one distinctly disturbing yet impossible to define tone:
>”ONE CAN SPEND AN HOUR IN A DREAM YET FEEL AS IF HE DREAMED FOR A MONTH—”
>Your eardrums were popping from the howling abyssal wind behind those words.
>”T E L L  M E,  A N O N  -  W H A T  D O  Y O U  T H I N K  T I M E  I S  T O  T H E  D E A D,  O R  T H E  D Y I N G ?”