- >Golden rays of sunlight makes it's unwelcome entrance into your room.
- >This is the fourth straight night without any form of sleep.
- >It's not for any lack of trying, insomnia has simply made you it's bitch.
- >Your entire body feels sore, and it feels as if grease is running through your veins.
- >Maybe today would be a good day to take a sick day and get some rest.
- >Oh yeah.. you couldn't.
- >Not after Applejack caught you pulling pranks with Pinkie on your sick day.
- >The look on her face before the cream pie collided with her face was priceless though.
- >Forcing yourself to sit upright is a difficult task, and the bathroom feels miles away.
- >Coffee.
- >You need coffee before you do anything else.
- >The brown gold is your only motivator as you slog your way downstairs.
- >Setting some water on your stove to boil, you hear the familiar knock on your door.
- >Shit.
- >Is it that late already?
- >You are going to be late for work.
- >Again.
- >Rubbing the sand out of your eyes, you make your way to the door.
- >You reach out to grab the handle, but miss.
- >Maybe you weren't safe for society today.
- >Finally, you swing the door open to reveal the familiar yellow pegasus standing at your doorstep holding a small purple vial.
- >A groan manages to escape your lips as you bury your face in your hands.
- "I don't know what it is, but it's not my fetish. I'm too tired for this shit today."
- >Fluttershy's eyes go wide and she smiles.
- >"I-I know Anon. That's why I got this sleeping potion for you instead of asking for your fetish."
- >You give her a hard look.
- "Yeah. A SLEEPING potion. How do I know this isn't a big trick?"
- >Fluttershy looks offended.
- >"Anon! I w-would never give you something that I t-thought would hurt you! I-I love you!"
- "Yeah sure. Whatever."
- >You slam the door in her face and move back to your boiling water.
- >Taking it off the heat, you look into your cabinet to find your instant coffee.
- "Salt, Pepper... Nutmeg, Cinnamon.... Where is the coffee?"
- >Then it hits you.
- >You were all out of coffee and too tired to buy any from the store yesterday.
- >Falling to your knees, your eyes begin to water from the loss of your only friend.
- "He was so young... and so... delicious."
- >There is only one thing left to do.
- >Quickly move to the front door to catch her before she leaves.
- >You rip the door open to find Fluttershy hasn't moved an inch.
- "Do you always just sit there and wait?"
- >She looks down at the ground and plays with her hair.
- >"W-well I didn't know if you might change your mind... and I always follow you to Sweet Apple Acres and watch you work."
- "Wait... What? No. Never mind. Just gimme the potion."
- >She hands the little vial to you and slam the door in her face again.
- "Finally... some sleep."
- >You make your way back upstairs and uncork the vial of potion.
- >The aroma of the drink reminds you of fresh lilacs.
- >Bringing the potion to your lips, you begin to gag, but choke down the remainder of the foul liquid.
- "There... finally. Some sleep. I guess Applejack will just-"
- >A massive yawn causes you to break your self-monologue.
- "have to suck my dick."
- >Tucking yourself back into your bed fortress, you feel the clutches of sleep consume you.
- >The hours pass like seconds, and your eyes shoot open to reveal your magnificent room being filled with beautiful rays of sunshine.
- >You hop out of bed, and stretch yourself out from your head to your toes.
- "That was amazing! I gotta remind myself not to kick Fluttershy so much."
- >Skipping into your bathroom, you notice a small envelope tucked into your mirror.
- >You pull it out, and on the front of it is written "Memories" with a little heart.
- "Oh shit."
- >Opening the envelope, inside is several crudely taken selfies of Fluttershy and Applejack.
- >One of Fluttershy riding your dick cowgirl style wearing Applejack's hat.
- >Another one of them both sucking on your ballsack.
- >Finally, one more picture of Applejack sucking your dick, with a small note that says "Wish granted."
- >You set the photos on the sink and look at yourself in the mirror.
- "That was probably the easiest trick in the book... and I just fell for it."
- >You move away from the sink and prepare a burning hot shower.
- >As you step inside, and let the water gradually turn your skin red, you wonder if the price for that sleep was worth it.
- >You viciously clean your privates, but they still feel dirty.
- >Stepping out of the shower, you prepare yourself for your shave.
- >Despite having two mares take advantage of you while you sleep, you still feel pretty darn awesome.
- >Well, even if you lost this battle, the war isn't over by any means.
- >For now, you are just going to enjoy your day and maybe try to find another job.
- >As for the rape...
- "Doesn't matter, had rest."
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