It's all in your head

>Night Insomnia in the place with the horses
>You must remain resolute
>You've been doing well so far for the past 3 days
>Unfortunately, you're beginning to crack
>You've caught yourself almost jacking off about 4 times now
>I mean, nodding off.
>You stoically sit at my desk, with a pencil and paper, willing yourself awake, staring straight forward at nothing.
Unfortunately, even when I blink I see her.
>Each time in a lingerie skimpier than the last
>Which makes no sense, considering these horses don't wear clothes otherwise
I wonder to myself, perhaps, if pony attire is contextual, or maybe is even LESS virtuous to cover oneself in this world
>"Thine mind begins to drift further onto this topic of erotic ponies."
Every single time I so much as slightly lose focus, she's there, closer to me, in increasingly lecherous poses, and decreasingly covering clothing, which still represents a conundrum in and of itself
Time creeps on.
>You're not feeling too well
>"Thou really feels the need for rest. Thou approaches thine bed."
[spoiler]Wait.[/spoiler]
Naturally, I take a well-deserved seat on my comfortable mattress.
>You feel a firm, yet tender massaging of your back and shoulders
>"As well as a warm chin gently resting on your shoulder, as an equine cheek nuzzles against your own."
[spoiler]Wait, wait, hang on.[/spoiler]
>You're enjoying the soothing shoulder/back rub, and feel your pants undoing themselves.
>"How convenient, thou thinks, to remove such a restricting article of clothing."
1/2

My legs are now bare to the world, and my "last line of defense" are my underpants
>The nuzzling slows to a sensual feeling rubbing of necks against each other.
>"They art suddenly feeling very uncomfortably tight. Perhaps thoust will remove them?"
[spoiler]Alright, hang the fuck on.[/spoiler]
>You feel the massaging sensation coming around to your front
Why, yes, I do feel it. Stop it.
>"It slowly marches toward your groinal area."
God dammit, get off of me!
>"The heavenly embrace of such a beautiful mare wraps all around you from behind, keeping you safe."
FUCK OFF
>"Her swelling, magical love inches thine undergarments down thine enticing body, whilst the massaging reaches its prime destination."
FUCK. AAUUGHHHF--

>Your head snaps up from a puddle of drool that had formed in on your desk
>You fell into a short nap
>It's getting more and more difficult maintain lucidity
>On your desk, your pencil and paper lie, the paper slightly dampened by the nearby amassement of spit you genereated
>The paper contains a note:

>'Dearest Anonymous,
>
> Thou cannot stay awake forever.
>
> with love,
> Princess Luna
> ^:)'

...God dammit.