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// I Stopped Because Real Life Had Become Worse Than Fanfiction 
// Story: Nightmares: They Don't Make 'em Like They Used To 
// by darf 
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Discord and Fluttershy were sitting together under a large fruit tree of an unspecified nature. The tree had large, purple and orange fruits hanging from its branches by stems, and Discord plucked one and studied it for a moment, shining it on his non-existent shirt before taking a big bite and letting the juice spatter all over the ground and elsewhere nearby.

"Mmmm... you know, I always say, there's nothing quite as refreshing as a bumblefruit picked straight from the vine. Well... nothing legally as refreshing, anyway," Discord said. He studied the bumblefruit in question for a moment, noting the tiny seeds bundled at the center and the rich, juicy fruit-meat surrounding it. He took another large bite.

Fluttershy giggled. "Oh, I don't know. I think Applejack's summer cider might give it a run for its money."

Discord rolled his eyes. "Pshaw! Dear Fluttershy, I'll have you know that Miss Applejack's apple cider isn't even officially endorsed by the Equestrian Cider Council! Though, that is due largely to the discontinuation of the council about two-hundred years ago..."

Fluttershy giggled again, and took in a deep breath, gathering the smell of the colorful flowers around the grove and the strange, sweet scent of the bumblefruit trees.

"This is nice," Fluttershy said, smiling at Discord.

"Mhm, yes, very nice, I agree," Discord said absentmindedly, picking out the seeds of his bumblefruit with a griffon claw. "And I suppose it will still be as nice once we've woken up, won't it?"

"Well... I guess that depends on which one of us is dreaming, doesn't it?" Fluttershy said, grinning sweetly.

Another sigh. "Yes, that's very true as well. Are you suggesting that I'm the one who's teetering on the verge of waking up?"

Fluttershy closed her eyes and nodded softly. The pink of her mane cascaded down and around her face like a lemonade waterfall.

"I was under the impression that dreams in Equestria would have been handled by now... doesn't that Princess Twilight Sparkle of yours do anything these days?" Discord asked, huffing and puffing out his chest like one of those pigs from that one book about the perils of DIY housing construction.

"I'm sure she's doing quite a lot," Fluttershy said. "I don't know that promising no bad dreams ever again was part of her ruling proclamation."

Discord scoffed and shook his head. "Well! She won't be getting my vote this re-election season. What is it, in... twenty-five thousand millennia? Hah! She'll have something to think about for millennia twenty-six, if I have anything to say about it!"

Without warning, Fluttershy had appeared beside him, pressing another ripe, unopened bumblefruit into Discord's claw.

"Do you want to share this one?" Fluttershy asked, smiling up at Discord.

"Oh," he said, studying the pristine purple fruit in his palm. "Of course, of course I do, dear Fluttershy. But you see, this is where the dream, always..."

The breeze. A soft hint of yellow, covering the glade and green. But nothing more.

"...ends."