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// Morning 
// Story: Dreamshy 
// by teh-random-name 
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Dreamshy



Chapter 2



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        Your hand slaps the alarm clock on your desk until it stops beeping, about three times, maybe one extra for good luck. Stretching your arms, a couple of pops heard, you start to stand up. Falling asleep on an office chair was not the most comfortable in the world but you didn't mind it. You remember what happened yesterday, checking your phone.


“Shit, 4:30? I forgot to turn off the alarm, again.”


        Both mentally and physically facepalming, you snatch up the clock from your desk and rip out the batteries. You had quit your weekend job two weeks ago but due to your extreme laziness, the alarm was still set, waking you up at 4:30 for the past two weekends. Not really needing the money only because you still lived with your parents and just started your high school senior year. You only took the job because of the gaming computer, they (as in your manager) pulled some strings to get you a job throughout the school year, you took it but soon the stress of home, school, and work got to you. Quitting early in the morning, you sleep for three days straight, missing school one day.

Thinking back, you realize these dreams started not to long afterwards.


“Maybe the stress did something, am I going crazy?”


Chucking, at least is was a bearable craziness. Pascal colored ponies is much better that dark, lovecraften monsters hiding in every shadow.


Shivering at the thought, “Damn my imagination.”


        Placing the now dead clock back on the desk while throwing the batteries in the trash can next to your desk, you notice the strange letter. Grabbing it to read it over again, blank. Wait, what?
Flipping over the paper to check the back, it too is blank.


“The fuck? This was a letter earlier. I was NOT dreaming that.”


Looking away from the now blank letter, you spy the half full glass of orange juice, reassuring your thoughts.


“Maybe I am going crazy. Well, fuck.”


        The song you left playing last night was now off, you had set your computer to never shutdown, only dim the screen after about an hour. Someone had turned it off, and possibly read the letter too, or at least tried.


“Maybe mother saw it or something. Speaking of which, she is possibly still sleeping.”


        You sit back down and grab a T.V. Remote next to your keyboard. Pressing the power button, your left most monitor flashes to life, the monitors also doubled as T.V. Screens, switching from input to input. You hear a small tick and your sound system kicks into life. Discovery channel was on, and your favorite show was on too, How its Made. This episode was about rubber erasers, already seeing this almost 12 times. You start pressing the next channel button.

        About half an hour later, you decide nothing is on at 5 in the morning. The only thing that really got your attention were ads for 'Girls Gone Wild' but that channel was, sadly, ending its infomercial time period the minuet you got to it. Pressing the off button, the screen again dims to a low power state.


“Ffffffffuuuuuuucccccckkkk. What the hell to do now?”


Now having some time, and nothing distracting you, you start thinking about what the blank letter once said.


“Judging by the amount of times you have visited me, it shouldn't be long before you arrive.”

        
You wished who ever did write this letter would at least tell you how long you had before meeting them. Lately the dreams have been getting longer and harder to not have. You use to be able to stop the dream at anytime you wanted, but now you had to watch until the dream you falls asleep. Luckily, the dream you was always minuets away from sleeping. Of corse sleeping in class was not new, but dreaming in class was. You didn't know much about what you did when you are asleep, for all you know, you could have been talking.


“Ah, that would be embarrassing as hell.”


With nothing better to do, you close your eyes. Waiting a couple of minutes, you then open them, but this time you are looking at what looks like hardwood flooring. Turning your head you soon release you are laying down in a bed. Covered with a large light red blanket with white squares in a patten. You feel an itch on your nose, waiting for your dream self to notice the itch.


“Well?”


Wait, what? Did my dream self just say that?

You try to move your arm, with your surprise it moves to your command. You scratch the itch, then try to move out of the bed. You freeze when you hear a moan. The sheets behind you tug lightly, then a fur covered arm falls over your stomach, no wait, a wing. Turning your head to your right, you are met with a yellow face covered partly with light pink hair. Two hoofs lightly pressed on your arm.

You instantly remember the face.

Fluttershy.












“What. The. Actual. Fuck.”


        Yelling in your head. The first thing you could think of was to return to real life. Closing your eyes. You wait for what felt like hours, you open your eyes. And, again, met with that same yellow face. You have seen this face many times before but the inability to control the dream you was like a wall, protecting you, but now you can control yourself, you feel exposed. Truthfully, you shouldn't be freaking out, but awaking in the bed with Fluttershy was shocking. The last time you watched your dream self, he fell asleep in a hotel, why did you awake in her bed now?

        You are now pinned, her wing is holding you, well mostly just laying on you, but you know if you tried to move, she could awake. Thinking over what you can do, she starts to move again, pulling the wing back. Then her eyes slowly open, greenish-teal colored irises staring back at you. You freeze yet again as she blushes, moving closer then kisses you, on the lips. Giggling, she gets up starts to get out of bed.

What?

Looking back at you, she grows a worrying look on her face.


“Ar-are you ok? Louis?”


You couldn't speak, just stare. It felt like a lump was stuck in your throat, stoping you from even breathing. Nearly passing out due to suffocation, you are able to finally squeeze a sentence.


“Yea, just tired.”


        She giggles again, walking out of the door in front of the bed, her room was somewhat large, with a dresser to the left of the bed and doors to a closet. The only thing that looks new was the bed, which still begs the question; When did you get here? Turning to get out of the bed, you soon realize you have nothing on under the blanket. Ok, if anytime was good to start freaking out, it was now. You, or your dream self, was in bed with Fluttershy with nothing on, both cursing and thanking yourself for not remembering what happened the night before. At the moment, you didn't think you could even handle if you were told what happened, probably just start rocking in the nearest corner.

Looking around for the clothing, you half expected them to be on the ground but they were nowhere to be seen. You get up, using the blanket to cover yourself, walking to the dresser. When Fluttershy left, she didn't grab anything to wear, well she was a pony, they didn't wear much anyway, this made the dresser look out of place. Opening the dresser, you see clothing, human clothing.


“Christ, almost had a heart attach there.”















        Now fully clothed, you walk out of the room, to your left another door, possibly a linen closet, and to the right a stairway. Walking down the stairs you are soon greeted by Fluttershy, but your eyes weren’t looking at her. Another pony, this one with a long horn and wings, was standing next to Fluttershy. Well, more like towering over Fluttershy, she nearly double the size of Fluttershy. Her midnight blue and black colored mane was flowing in the air, almost like a fan was on her, but you couldn't see a fan anywhere, in fact not even a lamp or any kind of light source. Did Fluttershy even have electricity, did this dream world even have it?

        The dark colored pony spoke, breaking your thinking.


“I understand you are the one they call Louis.”


That lump was back, making it hard to breath yet again.


“Yes.”



“I'm glade I can finally meet you. My name is Princess Luna.”


Princess Luna, that name didn't sound familiar. If this is the same dream world as before, then these lands should be ruled by Princess Celestia. Wait, Princess Luna, P.L.


“Was it you who sent me the letter?” You blurt out without thinking.


Fluttershy's face dropped to a frown. Her eyes were starting to water. Princess Luna's expression was completely different, a big grin grew on her face. She looked at Fluttershy, then that grin died.


“Don't worry, he will still be the same. Just a little shaken.”



She looked up from Fluttershy. “Louis, I understand you are a little confused, just calm down. You are in no harm. I would like to talk to you in private, when you are ready. Just do that trick Celestia showed you when you are ready.”


She started to walk out of the what you guessed is the front door. Stoping half-way out of the door, she looked back with a small smirk on her face.


“Welcome to Equestria”