Fimfic Authors Are In Your Bed

by Admiral Biscuit


M. A. Larson Is Ruined Your Bed (Anonymoose)

M. A. Larson Is Ruined Your Bed
Anonymoose

What horrible fate awaits me tonight? you wonder.

Every Monday, you come home from a (usually) terrible day at work, to find some pony, or pony like creature, on your bed… doing all manner of speakable and unspeakable things.

Almost always, it involves the destruction of your property.

Maybe it would be easier if you just moved away. Ran and never came back.

No. That would never work. The whole ‘off the grid’ thing didn’t seem too appealing, especially if you had to filter your urine to drink.

No, you will open your door, find out who ever (or is that pony-ever, or who-pony? They seem to do weird things with those kinds of words) is on your bed, deal with them, and go to work tomorrow morning, trashed from lack of sleep and sanity.

Again.

You open the door to your apartment, and decide to brave what ever equine horror has come through tonight. You stroll purposefully across the room, and swing wide your bedroom door.

There is nopony on your bed. Oh, look at that, you are so used to this, you are now thinking in ‘nopony’s’ rather than ‘nobody’s’.

But yes, indeed, there is nopony on your bed.

Because your bed isn’t even here.

~

Elsewhere…

You sit alone in a field of stars.

You would be terrified at this strange turn of events, if it wasn’t for the fact you were a simple bed.

A white alicorn shimmers into existence, trotting towards you with a smile on her muzzle.

Her smile is so serene, that it would wipe all fear from your heart… if it wasn’t for the fact you are a bed, and can’t feel fear.

The alicorn nuzzles the hard wood of your bedhead, and smiles beatifically at you.

You are still a bed.

She turns her head away and closes her eyes… and begins to sing.

“You’ve come, such a long long way… and I slept on you, that very first day…”