Apogee has dreams. Strange dreams. Tag along as the cute little filly works her way through a bevy of sexual dreams that would make Freud throw up his hands in defeat!
Tell me, Ms. Apogee. What do you think the cake and whipped cream can represent? How did it feel knowing you'd be filled with them to your hearts content?
Ok, so the entire time I was reading this I had the same confused expression on my face and "What in the hell is this?" question in my mind, but I couldn't stop.
This is the most 'DREAM' scene you can get. I love it.
“Oh don’t be silly honey, your mom and you have managed this size of cake many a time[times][?] now.” Jet chuckled, putting both of his big, strong hooves on the kitchen counter and staring mischievously across the surface at his daughter.
“Uh, dad?” “Yes, honey?” “Wouldn’t you say that some of these things are a little… well…” Apogee shifted uncomfortably, unsure of how to say what she was thinking. “Yes?” “...well… small?” Apogee gasped out, her breath releasing a steamy huff with the enunciation of the world small. “That’s my greedy little girl! My honey-bunny needs her dad to give her the really big stuff, doesn’t she?” Jet chuckled, sliding an oven-mitt onto one of his hooves. Apogee nodded enthusiastically. “Give it to me dad!” “Here you go hun!” Jet chuckled, opening the oven and releasing a could of black smoke that quickly raced upward and outward through the kitchen, bringing with it the oakiest, masculine scents. “It’s just for you!” He turned and placed a gigantic cake, so long and wide that it couldn’t possibly have fit inside the oven, laying it in front of the eager little filly with a sound effect akin to a *THWAP*. Apogee’s hungry eyes raced over the chocolate cake, a long, thick, cylindrically shaped tube of pastry that was just the slightest shade of off-color dark brown. The thick girth of the cake tapered only slightly (except for a small bump about halfway up) ending with a rounded top, pointed right at the hungry filly’s face. “Wow Dad, I don’t know if I’ll be able to take on such a big cake all by myself.” Apogee’s wings fluttered with building excitement.. “Still, I wish that I had a friend who could help me tackle this thing.” Apogee grinned at her father.
Sounds like Apogee eats like a pig and has a big appetite. It's a shame there won't be any weight gain/foodplay in this story.
It's actually kind of depressing, knowing about Apogee's home life. She gets to do and hear all sorts of things with her parents. Like, "I'm going to spend lots of time with you". "I'm proud of you". "I love you". The way her mom is affectionate and gives her a hug. These are all desires that aren't being fulfilled.
Finally, I can look at something new now that I'm done with SAIAGDM. And will you look at those famous people who added to it! Time to get comfy!
Apogee’s computer blared at her, sweat pouring down her brow in her cramped command module. Already pink trails of plasma were licking along the exterior of her spacecraft’s hull, shining with an eerie neon glow against the black starry sky outside her window.
Oh shit dude, is she really in space? Oh right... the story is called Apogee's Hypersleep. It's a dream. Still, this is pretty neat and a nice change of pace.
she flipped head over pert, well-shaped teakettle...falling butt-first through the sky.
I like the way this is stating off. Very interesting description!
*SPLASH*
Apogee
Mind the gap!
Delta chuckled, ruffling her daughter’s soaking mane. “Nice landing kiddo, you did awesome. Now get outta there so we can dry you off and go inside and see your dad.”
We've gone from plummeting from space in a destroyed spaceship to boop-a-roops to imminant dad-fucking in record time! Kudos on the handling so far though; this has the pacing and feel of a fucked-up dream.
“Who’s my little snuggle-sausage?” Delta giggled, as she tightened the towel tighter and tighter, wrapping Apogee up in a big hug before nuzzling Apogee on her adorable nose.
“I am!” Apogee chirped happily, embraced by both the warm towel and her loving mother. “I love you mom!”
“I love you too, kiddo… I’m so proud of you!” Delta nuzzled her again.
There's pur confirmation we're in a dream; Delta Vee isn't a piece of shit who hates her own daughter. Screw you, Delta Vee. Yuu exist to make Velvet Remedy my least disliked OC.
“Good news honey!” Jet smiled, turning around from the oven he was monitoring with a beaming smile. “I’ve decided I’ve got enough money for the rest of forever, and I retired! Now I can spend every day at home with you!”
I'm already feeling slightly quesy knowing Apogee's mind created all of this shit. It's no more apparent how terrible her life is than seeing what the good life is she fantasizes about.
Then again... am I really any different? Aren't my stories the same thing as this dream here?
Make some room on the couch for me, Apogee.
releasing a could of black smoke
Cloud.
“Oh don’t be silly honey,
Comma after oh.
“Oh, she wouldn’t miss it honey.” Jet grinned. His rocking movements now making strange, wet and loud *PLAP* sounds come from the other side of the counter. “And I’m gonna use the opportunity to fill your friend up with cake… and… whipped… mmmgghh…. CREAM.”
This reminds me so much on an old episodes of Strat Trek the Next Generation. You remember that one when the crew end up being feasted on my invisible aliens that start leeching off the crew and it results in a series of really fucked up hullucinations? I miss TNG. Good show.
I know this isn't the story you're most proud of but... I mean so far so good, yeah? It's a solid start.
Apogee squealed with delight again, throwing the towel off of her and trotting over to the central living room, past the warm, crackling fire and over to the ornately decorated Hearth’s-warming tree, each decoration was some type of spaceship, and they crackled and popped with burning thrusters as they strained at their fastening hooks. Beneath the tree sat a pile of presents, each the same size: stereotypical large boxes about the dimensions of a volleyball. They were wrapped ornately with red, green and gold foil paper… all were capped off with intricate silk ribbons tied into beautiful bows.
So comfy! I guess this is where we get to the CYA main menu screen.
But which box had she chosen? What world would she be sent to?
That is up to YOU to decide! (CHOOSE A CHAPTER!)
Send her to... Turkmenistan!
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I'm the only vote for Turkmenistan? Fine then! I will send ponies to Turkmenistan myself!
If you keep this simple advice in mind, your dreams can never hurt you.
"SANITY IS FOR THE WEAK!"
Tell me, Ms. Apogee. What do you think the cake and whipped cream can represent? How did it feel knowing you'd be filled with them to your hearts content?
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Apogee: "Hmmmmm.... I like whipped cream, I guess... So yummy?"
You got a misplaced bold close
hands? [Ok it's a dream....]
Ok, so the entire time I was reading this I had the same confused expression on my face and "What in the hell is this?" question in my mind, but I couldn't stop.
His nickname is “AIDS?”
Well, given MY history with him being just a toxic asshole, kind of fitting.
I'm dying. This is great.
This is the most 'DREAM' scene you can get. I love it.
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Thanks bahamut, I changed em
Sounds like Apogee eats like a pig and has a big appetite. It's a shame there won't be any weight gain/foodplay in this story.
It's actually kind of depressing, knowing about Apogee's home life. She gets to do and hear all sorts of things with her parents. Like, "I'm going to spend lots of time with you". "I'm proud of you". "I love you". The way her mom is affectionate and gives her a hug. These are all desires that aren't being fulfilled.
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Yes. But without the conflict and the sadness, the resolution wouldn't be as poignant.
Finally, I can look at something new now that I'm done with SAIAGDM. And will you look at those famous people who added to it! Time to get comfy!
Oh shit dude, is she really in space? Oh right... the story is called Apogee's Hypersleep. It's a dream. Still, this is pretty neat and a nice change of pace.
I like the way this is stating off. Very interesting description!
Mind the gap!
We've gone from plummeting from space in a destroyed spaceship to boop-a-roops to imminant dad-fucking in record time! Kudos on the handling so far though; this has the pacing and feel of a fucked-up dream.
There's pur confirmation we're in a dream; Delta Vee isn't a piece of shit who hates her own daughter. Screw you, Delta Vee. Yuu exist to make Velvet Remedy my least disliked OC.
I'm already feeling slightly quesy knowing Apogee's mind created all of this shit. It's no more apparent how terrible her life is than seeing what the good life is she fantasizes about.
Then again... am I really any different? Aren't my stories the same thing as this dream here?
Make some room on the couch for me, Apogee.
Cloud.
Comma after oh.
This reminds me so much on an old episodes of Strat Trek the Next Generation. You remember that one when the crew end up being feasted on my invisible aliens that start leeching off the crew and it results in a series of really fucked up hullucinations? I miss TNG. Good show.
I know this isn't the story you're most proud of but... I mean so far so good, yeah? It's a solid start.
So comfy! I guess this is where we get to the CYA main menu screen.
Send her to... Turkmenistan!
...
I'm the only vote for Turkmenistan? Fine then! I will send ponies to Turkmenistan myself!