This story is a sequel to Pinkamena’s Wake
Overindulgence in Nightmare Night takings may not only leave you restless, but may invite attention from mischievous sprites and beasties, looking to mock those who've glutted themselves on goodies. Sleep paralysis is no fun, either. But perhaps Pinkie (and her gorge) may rise to the occasion...
Note: This story is a sequel to Pinkamena's Wake, and is also somewhat written in the style of James Joyce’s Finnegans Wake, a classic work of English literature that is notorious for being hard to read. While this story is not as cementically dense as FW or PW, it is still full of wordplay, literary references, portmanteau words and puns and will be a challenge for many readers. If this isn’t your sort of thing, try one of my other stories. If you’re game, dig in! It can help to read the story aloud.
This story is an entrant in Racc's Crack Storm 2022.
Cover art by Maxman.
Author's first! This story was originally published in the November 2018 Writeoff, where it came in ninth. But no bellyaching from me.
Feel a little dizzy after reading this. Like it, just it's something you need to speak under your breath or out loud not to get mixed up with the words.
well, it's certainly the most poetic fetish fic I've ever read