You see a stallion watching you intently, his blue eyes mere pinpricks against a backdrop of white. He’s staring deep into yours, deeper than you find comfortable. His eyes twitch every now and then, and his stark white tail flinches, as if energy pent up inside him is about to explode. His mouth is curled up into a disturbing grin, his pure white teeth glistening like pearls.
“Um, hello? Sir?” You say cautiously, expecting him to pounce any second now. But he does not, he starts to walk towards you, slowly at first, but increasing speed quickly. In no time, he’s running full pelt towards you, his grin wider, if that’s possible. You realize what’s about to happen mere second before it does. He leaps forward, hooves outstretched to tackle you into a bear hug, which he does. Your head rings for a few seconds from both him colliding into you, and hitting the ground on your back. You find that his face is pressed up against yours, his expression as stagnant as it was before. His eyes are so close to yours, you can actually see the minuscule details present in a pony eye. His breathing is heavy and he starts to giggle in a way that disturbs you. His mouth is watering, some of it dribbling onto your front. This is getting very uncomfortable. Then he speaks in a voice that seems too silken to belong to such a strange stallion. He says:
“W-Why do you smell like strawberries? I LOOOVE strawberries.” You don’t really have an answer and just lay there beneath him, your cheeks blushing red a little. His giggling resumes, and you start to wonder if he’ll ever stop, just when he does. His voice quakes with literal hunger, his mouth watering even more.
“Strawwwberrrriesss…. I can’t resist, I have to see.” After saying this, he moves like a bolt of lighting, licking your forehead faster than you could register it. He seems excited, and he says,
“You taste like strawberries… I LOOOVE strawberries…” You suddenly feel a bit afraid. Is he going to eat you?
“What is your name strawberry person?” He says, pressing his face closer to yours. You mumble your name, hoping that maybe if you just did what this creepy stallion said, he would leave you alone.
“That’s a cute name, it fits you strawberry person.” He says, giggling again, not using your real name at all. He practically slithers off you, and away. You try and sit up, but the massive puddle of drool is like glue and you can’t get up. The stallion laughs manically, then grabs hold of a light chain extending up into the sky and out of sight.
“I’ll be back in the morning, strawberry person.” He then pulls on the chain, and you hear a click, followed instantaneously by everything going black. You suddenly feel scared. You hear his maniacal laughter all around you, everywhere, growing louder and louder, then all stops. You’re back in your bed. All of it was just another nightmare. But you suddenly notice a note on your bed. It reads:
“Thanks for the strawberries.
~TS”
-:END:-
WELL! That went way long than anticipated. Oops. Hope you enjoyed it.
