[NON MMP] Safe Haven Chronicles

There was a Safe Haven thread on /mlp/ recently. For anyone who isn't familiar, there's an imgur gallery at https://imgur.com/a/75vqf that'll explain it better than I can. I realized that after a harddrive crash some time ago, I didn't have the copy of my old stories and no one in the thread seemed to have the screencaps anymore either. While the archives have been unreliable for pictures, thankfully, I did find the original texts.  The first one was all the way back in July 22, 2013 and the second later the same year, in October 30, 2013. Good times.

=============Safe Haven 1: Don't Sex Up Your Brain Horse Guardian, OP==============
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 Writing Prompt:
dont sex up your brain horse guardian OP
Big fan of Haven. Don't sex up the dream horse protector.
c'mon, sex up your brain horse guardian, what's the worst that could happen?
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"Haven?"
"I want you, pickle."
"Want me for what?"
She raises a hoof and clears her throat."Let me clarify, I want your pickle."
"Huh?"
"Give it to me, squishy." She points.
"I'm still not following."
"Descartes."
He scratched his chin for a moment in thought before the obvious implications struck his mind. "Oh. OH. But I-" She lays a hoof on him and pushes, knocking the dreamer over onto his back. She walks forward until she is overtop him, her face above his. "Haven, I don't-" She hushes him with a hoof on his lips, removing it once he goes quiet. "Haven... why?"

"When you know someone mind and body, thoughts and hopes, dreams, and nightmares, you can judge them as accurately as any. I n these short moments that I've guarded you, shielded you from horrors, and felt your touch and your compassion, I have known you better than you know yourself. I have judged you, and I have found myself looking forward to the next visit." She lowered her head to his ear and whispered with a silky voice. "The next taste. The next touch." She raised back up to her full height, her violet eyes staring into his own. "Come on, squishy; let's make a wet dream you'll never forget."

It was happening. The dreamer didn't want to hurt her. It was true, she had stood by as a reliable friend in the sometimes very distressing affairs of dreams, but was this really something that he could go with? She was a horse, an adorably soft, friendly, and loving little thing, but still...

He embraced her and they kissed. She had never shown anything romantic and it was fantastic. As his tongue played with hers, as they rolled there in bliss, Haven was suddenly slammed aside by another form. Black, winding, twisting, this creature grabbed at the dream guardian, holding her aloft as she cried out in pain, reaching a hoof out in a desperate plea. "Squishy, I'm sorry! Run!"

Be careful about sexing up your brain horse guardian, OP unless she just did a security sweep first.

It was wrong, all wrong. She could fight the nightmares! Nothing ever stopped Haven! Hurtling death comets, a thousand hands grabbing at you, all of them were just blown away!

But as the dreamer scrambled to his feet, the little guardian screamed, flailing as black claws slashed at her, drawing deep red liquids.
"Run!" She cried, sinking deeper into the creature as it tore at her mane, face, and legs.

He was paralyzed, unable to move his legs, something was keeping him there, rooted in place as his former protector was taken in by the monstrosity up to her hips. She struggled but the claws tore and grasped, pulling and ripping bloody gouges into her soft coat. She could find no purchase and she began to panic. "I'm so sorry I'm so sorry Squishy!"

His vision blurred, colors seemed to warp and fade around the creature. He quickly realized that she was trying to do something, anything to banish the nightmare. And just as quickly the dreamer realized something else. It wasn't working.

He tore his eyes away for an instant. When he opened them he saw something on the ground besides him. In a burst of terror-driven effort he grabbed it.

"S-squishy?!" Haven cried out as she saw him brandish a scythe, handling it firmly, checking its weight and getting a feel for it. But there wasn't time. She was up to her snout in the inky darkness that was the nightmare's body. "No! No no no! You have to run!" She called, waving a hoof as he surged forward, towards her, towards the nightmare. Towards that which he could never stand against. "Please run!"

In the moment the creature completely covered her over she called out for him one last time. "Squishy!"

In that same instant the scythe raised to the heavens. It swung down, reaping a hole through the creature. In the ensuing gap, there was the little guardian, Haven, wounded eyes wide in shock as the creature disintegrated around her into a cloud of smoke. She was only dimly aware that she was falling to the ground.

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When she cracked open an eye again she looked up into the face of the dreamer. He cradled her in his arms as blood trickled from her wounds. "I'm so sorry." He said, not daring to squeeze her for risk of making her condition even worse. "I've seen you fight nightmares all the time. I, I knew I could fight them too, like you, but I was scared, I was so scared." He started to tighten his grip for a hug but caught himself.

She sluggishly reached out a hoof, touching it to his cheek. Blood smeared across in its wake but neither of them paid it any attention. "It's okay... I was scared, too." She coughed up blood weakly.

"It's okay, it's all a dream!" His voice cracked. "I, I can make you better. I have control, I-" He was stopped by a hoof pressed to his lips with barely the pressure of a butterfly. He stopped all the same, falling silent. She shook her head.

 "Be good for me. Please."

"I, I will, Haven."

She whispered one final thing. "Goodbye, Squishy." The little guardian closed her eyes.

"Haven? Haven! Don't go, Haven!" But it was too late. He silently held her for a few moments, looking away only when he remembered the scythe, still on the ground where he dropped it.

He woke up that morning. Even though he didn't want to, he still woke up. Hands covering his face, he lay there in defeat. "Haven. I'm so sorry."


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"No!" Haven sat on a hospital gurney.

"You compromised yourself by falling for the dreamer. You let your guard down and almost ended with your own demise. You're extremely fortunate that we managed to get a medical team to you so quickly. I don't need to remind you of how dangerous dream-delving is."

"I won't do it again, squishy-I mean, the dreamer needs me!"

"He doesn't, and you know that. He proved that he could fight his own nightmares. As of then he was officially removed from the registry."

"Then I cold be reassigned to someone else, maybe?!"

"No, you've broken the most important rule. Keep your personal life out of the dream. You've proven you can't handle the responsibility."

"But-!"

"You know the rules."

---Approximately one year later---

It was back. That unmistakable form, that malevolence. The nightmare that slaughtered his little guardian. Fighting it wasn't working. He couldn't escape it, the creature knew wherever he might go. The dreamer didn't know why. It never talked, only moved.

He ran down a dark hallway and dove through a door. It would only be a matter of time before it found him yet again. Panting, tired, sluggish, he moved deeper into the room, panic driving him to look for a place, any place that might serve as an extra hiding spot. A closet, a table, anything! All he found was a tall bed. Childish, but it'll have to work. The dreamer pulled the sheets down about the mattress, desperately trying to find some kind of solace in his night terrors. They covered the surroundings and he took cover underneath the bed itself, seeking shelter in the shade no matter how fruitless it was.

It wasn't long before there was the sound of scuffling outside. The sheets pinched together in one spot as thought something was grabbing it. He felt his heart pounding. This was it, the end!

The draping sheets drew out of the way to reveal a familiar face.

"Whutcha doing under there, squishy?" It was none other than the softly smiling, and as tired as ever, Haven. "Looks uncomfortable."

===========Safe Haven 2: Liquid Dream==============
Prompt: Any songs\bands that remind anyone of Haven?
First one more than the second, though neither are too directly about dreaming.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aLdspUM2Nck
And somewhat shamefully this came to mind... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pz4uaOJC4Ak
I hear /mlp/ singing the second one, trying to convince OPHD to sex up his brain horse.
>imagining /mlp/ singing the song to the dreamer.
Damn, are you me?
>singing to the dreamer
>in front of Haven
>zero fucks given
Tell me you wouldn't
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Space. Kind of funny, really, the dreamer was scared of space, playing a role most terrifying in his mind. But simultaneously, this was still the same place his dreams went to, a space station. A refuge in the cold void of space. He stared at the the orange-maned little pony resting her head on his lap as he sat there, cross-legged, enjoying the view of the stars. His hand played across his companion's body and she sighed contentedly, smoothly, softly. "Oh, squishy..."

"I'm sorry Haven, did I wake you?" he asked.

She looked up with a knowing smile. "No, and you haven't awoken either."

They rested there for some time, but as his hand came to smooth over the hair along her back and even further down towards her tail, a ghostly voice called from the ether.

"Lost in a world of fantasy~"

He almost didn't hear it. "What was that, Haven?"

A drowsy, "Hm?" was her only reply as she lazily stretched.

Another voice. "Every night she comes to me~"

"Haven, Haven!" the dreamer started to get anxious. Very rarely did something show up in his dreams unless it desired to haunt him further.

The voices continued, dulled as if they were coming from behind glass or some other barrier. "And gives me all the love I need~"

Now the little dream guardian took notice as well, rousing with a dull groan as the dreamer stopped petting her. "What's wrong, squishy?"

He pointed at the window and she turned around to see figures on a platform, just hanging there in space, singing.

"Now this, hot girl," one figure motioned towards the dreamer's companion.

"Hot!" another one replied.

"She's not your average girl!"

 "She's a morpherotic dream from a magazine!" the voices sang together.

"And she's, so fine!"

"Dang!"

"Designed to blow yo' mind!"

"She's a dominatin' supermodel beauty queen!"

The little horse's tired sleep-deprived features narrowed as they continued.

"She's got the sweetest personali-oof!" a comet of a brilliant gold trail careened into one of the figures and carried him off, music growing softer as he sailed away.

The other one watched him go, but when he shrugged and turned back around, a scythe was melding through the space station's window. The edge was pointing his way. "Er... sex your brain horse guardian, OP!"

With that the scythe cleaved his existence and he turned to smoke, banished from the dream rather forcibly.
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Implying the one carried off by the comet isn't shouting "DO IT FAGEEEEEeeeee..." as he sails into space.
RIP Major Tom
And for the encore:
"This is Major Tom to ground control:
We almost got him la-aid.
Then I got hit by a rock; now I'm in spa-ace."