[FlutterRape] FlutterSleep

>Roll around on your twin sized bed.
>To you, it feels like that.
>But to a p0ny, they feel like it's fir for a queen.
>Oh God, if they ever seen a California King...
>You should stop getting into intense thinking, not good for you.
>Really does happen too often.
>And even thinking about comparison of bed sizes?!
>You really need a book or something to keep you distracted.
>That Cal King could hold about 7 ponies to be comfortable-
>Fuck, there it goes again.
>Look over to the shitty basic clock with a bell.
>Make out the hands on the clock.
>Only ten minutes passed eleven.
>These nights are rough for you.
>Especially that you're somehow going off in your sleep.
>You've heard stories about others pissed and even shit on the bed while they sleep.
>But jizzing during rest is unheard of.
>Not to you.
>This happens at least once a week.
>Normally on a Thursday night.
>Which is tonight.
>You're going to stay up for as long that you can, and see how your body reacts.
>Then again, it could happen while you're sleeping.
>Nothing in you're dreams causes you to do this.
>Mainly, it's just you running from that desperate maniac that comes by every morning.
>Nothing for you to be -happy- about right there.
>You're doing it again.
>Focus, faget, focus.
>The plan is to see or feel any different on the bed.
>You position yourself with the covers back on their rightful place, and wait.

>Two hours later...
>Nothing so far.
>Maybe it wasn't this night.
>Start to think on staying up again tomorrow ni-
>Hear something from downstairs.
>Someone's trying to brake in.
>Slowly get up and off the bed and slip on your slippers.
>Open the door enough to peak outside and look down the hallway.
>A shadow starts to emerge and appear to the ceiling.
>Oh shit.
>Shit, shit, SHIT!
>They're going for you!
>Probably a p0ny activist who's had enough of you living in town and wants to end you.
>This day has finally come.
>And you never prepared for it.
>Nice going, dumb-
>"Aaanon~"
>No.
>Close the door and try to lock it.
>Remember that the lock is busted from the last encounter.
>Well that's useless.
>Run over to your closet and hide in it.
>This doesn't even matter, this will only bide you some time.
>Hear the tumbler of the handle being used.
>The door opens and walks in the damn mare you should meet in the fucking morning.
>This is a low point for her.
>It's one thing when you're eating, but when you're sleeping?
>She's despairing for some dick.
>Too bad it had to be yours.
>Look through the wooden ends of the door to see the mare.
>She's standing there for a moment.
>What disturbs you most of all, is that her eyes are closed shut.
>She trots over to your bed.
>"I sure hope you're ready, Sweetie~"
>You shiver at the nickname she addresses.
>You could never get used to it.
>A small creek is sounded on the floor boards right below you.
>She turns around and "looks" at your hiding spot.
>"How silly of me, you must be looking for something to wear for today."
>She casually walks over to the door and opens it slowly.
>"Boy, you're trying hard to find something to wear. Let me help~"
>She walks in the closet and joins you.
"NO! Get the fuck, out of here!"
>She opens her eyes and wipes them.
>"Wh- what?"
"You heard me!"
>Grab her and toss her at your bed.
>She lands perfectly on it and gets up.
"When will you learn to give up!?"
>"WH... What's going on? How did I get here?!"
"Oh, don't play that fucking game with me! You know why you're hear, you dick driven maniac!"
>She's baffled on your harsh comment.
>"Anon! I swear, I don't know how I got here!"
>You're about to yell, until something in your brain clicks.
>Closed eyes, doesn't know why they're here in the middle of the night, wet patch on your bed each week.
"Fluttershy... are you aware of your sleepwalking habits?"
>From what you can tell, hey eyes brighten up.
>"N-no, why?"
>Walk out of the closet like the fag you are and sit beside Flutters on your bed.
"Then there's something you should know."

>After a few minutes of storytelling, see her astonished face with a left open mouth.
>"I... I never knew..."
"Yeah... me neither."
>"It... does explains the familiar taste once a few nights."
>Glare at her, only to view her awkward smile with cheeks lighted up in pink.
"Flutters, this needs to be fixed. I'm finally checking you into a psychologist-"
>"No! You- you can't do that!"
>She gets up and lays her hooves on your shoulder.
"Well why the fuck not?"
>"Do you k-know the... pressure it is with one p0ny that can send you to the... soft house?"
>Those small gaps and each word continuing on were very low from her.
>And seeing her sent to the crazy madhouse sounds like a guarantee win.
"Even if you're sent to the funny farm, and may stay there for a while, I'll still visit you."
>No, not really.
>Even if you we're offered a briefcase filled with bits, you still would refuse that.
>"I will not see an expert!"
>It was worth a try.
"Well still, we need to treat you of your urges."
>She puts a hoof under her chinny chin chin, and you do the same with your hand.
>"I got it!"
"Does it involve a shovel?"
>'What? No, no. It's much more... safer."
>She lays back on the bed and spreads her legs open.
>Instinctively, you know what's going on, and stand up.
"No, no, no, no. I'm not going to rut you."
>"Anon, you don't have to do that. Just sleep with me."
"And get fucked again in my sleep? Like I'm going for that bait and switch."
>She shifts around and stands up.
>"That's how I normally sleep!"
"Right, and I shit while standing on my toilet bowl."
>The worst thing is that you're telling the truth.
>Something about you're bare ass touching the seat just gave you an uncomfortable feeling.
>That's why you couch down while your on the shitter.
>Hopefully, this is outrageous enough for her not to believe this truth.
>"But Anon, you know and I know that's true."
>That bitch had to call your bluff.
"It doesn't matter! All that matters is that I'm not going on the same bed with you!"
>She lets out a heavy sigh.
>"Well... c-can I... a least get a rub?"
>Really?
>This bitch just asked you that?
>Rub your forehead and see where this is going.
"OK, how will this solve anything?"
>"Maybe my inner conscious just yearns for your touch."
"That... sounds pretty plausible."
>"So you will do it!?"
>She flies up, and her face is just too close to yours.
"A tummy rub, but that's it."
>"Oh... alight then."
>She gets back down on your bed and exposes her stomach.
>As her legs start to slit apart, you snap at it.
"Keep them closed."
>Just as you conclude that, they shoot back up.
>Get on your bed and crawl over.
>Face the ceiling as you wander your hand on her.
>She squirms a little from the sensation.
>You can do this... just a belly rub, and then get her out of here.
>Think of your dog.
>Let your mind wander off to your pet dog from back home, and give the rubdown on Flutters stomach.
>Imagine her barking and demanding some attention.
>Sense this is more comfortable, and let your hand do the work.
>Everything is fine-
>Something sure is wet on where you're massaging.
>Stop rubbing, and somehow, your hand continues.
>End the trans.
>Look over to see Fluttershy with a blushed face.
>Her hooves guides your hand over her sensitive parts.
"That's it, you've got more than what you needed."
>"Aww, but I was soo close~"
>Grab a tissue from the box on your bed stand.
>Wipe your hand on it.
>Toss it at Fluttershy.
"Use that as a reference and get out."
>She heads downstairs.
>You follow, just to ensure she leaves.
>As you make it down, see the window is broken.
>Great, something else to buy at House Depot.
>Walk over to the door and open it.
"Come on, out you go."
>A grim face is sown on her as she heads out.
>Once she's outside, she turns around with that serious look.
>"Know that, none of this is over. My love for you, the attempts every morning, even the sleepwalking."
>Shut the door and lock it.
>Nice to know that isn't tampered with.
>Walk upstairs and look back to see her trying to get in the broken window.
"No! Shoo! Get on out!"
>"Humph."
>She gets back outside and just looks at you from the window.
>Ignore it and head back to your room.
>Lay on your bed.
>Begin on swimming in the sleep realm.
>Only to have it interrupted by a thud on the window.
>Blast your eyes open and sit up.
>See the same pasty yellow Pegasus there.
>Her face is burred on the windowpane.
>"Just letting you know, don't be shocked if you wake up one morning with me right beside you."
>Now you need to add a shitton of sheet metal to the shopping list, all because of
>Fucking Fluttershy