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The Hollow Lotus Machine

By MountainMan
Created: 2025-12-29 04:09:28
Updated: 2025-12-29 04:10:55
Expiry: Never
anonluna/flutterrape/dreams

  1. 1.
    Based on a very short green I once made but I wanted to expand upon the idea a lot more
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  3. 3.
    Here's the thread I posted this on >>42911271
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  5. 5.
    >Be Anon
  6. 6.
    >And be very, very anxious
  7. 7.
    >Before you lies several dozen cords running between magical arrays and mana-charged crystals directly into a smooth, seedlike pod
  8. 8.
    >The pod is large enough to cradle a full-sized pony and glows a sickly green through its glassy interior
  9. 9.
    >You had purchased the pod, dubbed a 'Hollow Lotus', for no small sum
  10. 10.
    >Apparently, a hive of Changeling's once took to engineering what you can only describe as a Rube Goldberg machine with the intent of subduing prey more efficiently
  11. 11.
    >The idea is simple; when placed into the pod the subject is lulled to sleep by magical arrays which are inlayed with enchanted silver and form the characters for 'sleep', 'dream', 'relaxation', 'calm' and a dozen more
  12. 12.
    >In other words, it makes you very sleepy
  13. 13.
    >Then, the pod emits a barely audible frequency that puts the subject into a form of heightened REM sleep for an indefinite period of time
  14. 14.
    >Furthermore, the subject's temples is embraced by thin tendrils which send slight electro-magic-magnetic impulses into specific regions of the brain, allowing for impossibly high accuracy, consistency, and clarity within dreams
  15. 15.
    >All of this for one simple task, to allow for intense fantasy dreaming
  16. 16.
    >Why (you) may ask?
  17. 17.
    >To harvest love efficiently and automatically on an industrial level scale
  18. 18.
    >It's called a 'Hollow Lotus' because the love stems from an even faker source than the usual brand of Changeling manipulation
  19. 19.
    >At least that form of love harvesting requires a second party to play the role of manipulator
  20. 20.
    >With this machine however, the love is completely "self-milked" in a sense, making it more hollow than anything else
  21. 21.
    >And the Lotus part comes from a very strange re-occurring similarity between Equestrian history and Greek Mythology
  22. 22.
    >Nonetheless, you've acquired what is one of the last remaining pods of the few that were ever made
  23. 23.
    >Changelings could never engineer such a device without kidnapping lead magical and engineering scholars from Canterlot. But, only a few were made before the Royal Guard tracked down the missing persons, raided the hive, and disposed of most of the pods. Most being the key word here. Either because of some pervy nobles wanting it for self-use, a general who wanted to reverse-engineer nightmare pods for interrogation, or the Office of Decommissioned Magical Artifacts misplaced some paperwork, some stuck around
  24. 24.
    >And your grubby little human hands got a hold of one
  25. 25.
    >Which brings us back to your house and your plan
  26. 26.
     
  27. 27.
    >For once and for all you'd like to deal with your Fluttershy problem
  28. 28.
    >Short of murder, suicide, and murder-suicide, this is your final plan
  29. 29.
    >To lock Fluttershy into a state of euphoric dreams where she can be fully satiated with fantasies of you and your /little/ anon
  30. 30.
    >This way, you'll be left alone while she can be perfectly happy and none the wiser
  31. 31.
    >Secondly, you can use the love harvested from the pod to power your electricity
  32. 32.
    >That was a whole other thing you had to set up, but long story short, you can convert love energy to electricity and use it power a scrying orb connected to a type-writer that's both been imbued with the same dimensional frequency as yourself (Thanks Twilight)
  33. 33.
    >Something something, orb is vibrating to connect to Earth internet but needs electricity
  34. 34.
    >You're so close to shitposting again!
  35. 35.
    >So, you need to invite (gulp) Fluttershy inside and stick her into the pod!
  36. 36.
    >Which... is probably going to be really easy, just say something along the lines of "Watching ponies climb into glowing, humming pods is my fetish"
  37. 37.
    >So for now, you go to bed early at... 2:37 am
  38. 38.
    Fuck me, it'll be an exhausting morning tomorrow
  39. 39.
     
  40. 40.
    >Screaming foals, Crowing roosters, and singing birds wake you up as Celestia beams down sunrays at 299,792,458 metres per second
  41. 41.
    >Truly, morning people were given too much power
  42. 42.
    >Groggily, you get up and do your usual routine of shit, shave, shower before sitting down to eat a bowl of cereal
  43. 43.
    >You'd actually very much like to finish said bowl of cereal before Yellow Rapist arrives, but you know that's not how the universe works
  44. 44.
    >*Knock* *knock*
  45. 45.
    >(sigh)
  46. 46.
    >Getting up, you walk to the front door
  47. 47.
    >Okay, it's /go/ time
  48. 48.
    >Opening the door you see Fluttershy in a clown getup, but with a massive frown accentuated by thick red lips
  49. 49.
    >She has a white-painted face with heavy black liner circling the eyes with a single painted teardrop sitting just beneath one eye
  50. 50.
    >her costume is oversized and slightly shabby with a pale blue and dusty red colour scheme
  51. 51.
    Uhh... you've already done clowns before. And jesters. And harlequins.
  52. 52.
    >"But I haven't done sad clowns yet, Anon. W-well? Does it do anything for you? I'm oh so very saaaad. hic… sob… nobody laughs at my jokes... boohoo... doesn't that make you want to rut me and make me cry out louder...?"
  53. 53.
    ...Maaaaybe? Would you like to... (sigh) come inside so we can test this a bit more?
  54. 54.
    >You flinch back at her reaction
  55. 55.
    >Her eyes widen larger then you've ever seen before, she leans her head forwards and moves her gaze upwards as she does. Her voice comes out in a breathy hiss
  56. 56.
    >"You mean I can come in... with permission? You won't yell or punt me afterwards? I can look around? I can s-sit on your furniture? I can take deep breaths? I can mentally rearrange furniture? Icanplanoutwherecribscouldbe? Icanimagineallthedifferentspotswe'd-
  57. 57.
    Shut up! Just... come inside
  58. 58.
    >You hold the door open and let Fluttershy walk in
  59. 59.
    >Of course, she takes a whiff of your backside as she passes by that sends a shiver up your spine
  60. 60.
    >Closing the door, you walk over to the living room where you have the Hollow Lotus primed and ready
  61. 61.
    >Fluttershy momentarily stands still, looking the machine over
  62. 62.
    >"Umm... what is this? Oh! I mean... boohoo, this weird machine makes me so sad."
  63. 63.
    >Right, she's still committing to that clown bit
  64. 64.
    Y'know Fluttershy, while the sad clown thing got me going just a little bit I think you crawling into that there pod would REALLY get me excited.
  65. 65.
    >"Are you sure? Because I don't really want to give up on this fetish guess quite yet. It worked well enough to get me inside your house. ...Um... hic, "But Doctor, I Am Pagliacci!"... wait, I messed that up..."
  66. 66.
    >This time your frowning just as hard
  67. 67.
    Fluttershy, get inside the fucking pod
  68. 68.
    >"S-sorry!"
  69. 69.
     
  70. 70.
    >Fluttershy, still in her clown getup, climbs into the pod
  71. 71.
    >She leans back into the reclined seat surrounded by green-lighted magic circuitry
  72. 72.
    >It pisses you off whenever you think about how close this society is to actual computers and satellites
  73. 73.
    So, how are you feeling?
  74. 74.
    >"It's comfy! Oh, I mean, it's sad and awful! I hate it"
  75. 75.
    Fluttershy, you can drop the sad clown thing, I-, y'know what? Doesn't matter.
  76. 76.
    >You shut the lid and activate the machine
  77. 77.
    >You can see how it was obviously the first model of its kind as the loud whirring it's giving off is far from comforting and sleep-inducing
  78. 78.
    >However, you give Fluttershy a thumbs up (An act she perceives as an innuendo for sodomy) and she gives you a lustful grin and relaxes into the pod
  79. 79.
    >Soon, her eyes begin to droop as she falls into her deep slumber
  80. 80.
    >Not long after that, her hind legs twitch occasionally as you can hear the faintest moans escape her
  81. 81.
    >Success!
  82. 82.
    >You look at the readings on the side terminal and everything appears to be within expected parameters
  83. 83.
    >You race to your scrying orb hoping against hope it doesn't blow a fuse and see it's starting up
  84. 84.
    >Eyes bulge, sweat forms, knees shake, hand tremble....
  85. 85.
    YES FUCK YES BABY LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
  86. 86.
    >Pulling up a chair, you sit down at your new 'puter and get to work shitposting on your favourite little image board
  87. 87.
    ...What the FUCK is this new captcha?
  88. 88.
     
  89. 89.
    >Days pass
  90. 90.
    >The pod hums continuously as Fluttershy remains inside dreaming up whatever
  91. 91.
    >Luckily, the pod slows down pony metabolism and provides nutrients using the same green goop Changelings use when they... egg-inject you? Rape you? Whatever
  92. 92.
    >Point is, besides stocking up on some changeling goop every now and then (God knows how much is still splattered over Canterlot during the failed takeover) you can pretty much leave things be
  93. 93.
    >During the last few days things have been great
  94. 94.
    >Instead of avoiding everybody staring at a wall inside like you've been doing, you can avoid everybody stating at a screen like you used to do!
  95. 95.
    >And boy oh boy have you been staring!
  96. 96.
    >You've never felt like a truer poster than you have until now
  97. 97.
    >Posting on /v/ despite not having played a video game since arriving in Equestria. Posting on /fit/ despite never taking advantage of the fresh food and clean air here, /adv/ when you have no world experience even after getting isekai'd, /lit/ after calling books gay to Twilight, and so much more
  98. 98.
    >Nobody really questioned Fluttershy's sudden disappearance as it's not too uncommon for her to go unseen for extended periods of time anyways
  99. 99.
    >Yup, everything is just perfect! What could possibly go wrong?
  100. 100.
     
  101. 101.
    >Be Luna
  102. 102.
    >And confound it, be confused
  103. 103.
    >The last few nights has seen a steady rise to a new anomaly within the Dreamscape
  104. 104.
    >It's viscous and pink, like a tumor pressing against the cells around it
  105. 105.
    >It wouldn't be too much of a concern if it weren't for the fact that it's growing. And growing fast
  106. 106.
    >So far all attempts to expunge it have been met with failure
  107. 107.
    >Blasting it with magic (Your go-to method) surprisingly didn't work
  108. 108.
    >Whatever punctures you made were quickly sewn back together and further attempts at storming its walls began to yield less and less results
  109. 109.
    >It's almost adaptive
  110. 110.
    >Next, you tried diplomacy, a tactic your sister is overly in favour of in these times
  111. 111.
    >You still feel dueling that Diamond Dog union rep would've been the better move instead of negotiating "safer" mining policies. Stupid mutts should know that black lung can be cured with simple bloodletting, not prevented with respirator masks, whatever those are
  112. 112.
    >Nonetheless, you tried communicating with it
  113. 113.
    >Of course, this yielded similar results
  114. 114.
    >At first, it appears that your words did pierce it's sickly veil as its core stirred slightly. But soon it fell deaf to even your loudest cries
  115. 115.
    >Lastly, you tried simply dispelling it
  116. 116.
    >While the Dreamscape isn't necessarily your domain, as it is a naturally occurring space with the Noosphere, you are its sole keeper
  117. 117.
    >Thus, using your profound intellect and mastery of the night... you poked at the anomaly
  118. 118.
    >The Dreamscape is an ocean of thought, with no consistent form
  119. 119.
    >As its protector you can freely manipulate the space around you
  120. 120.
    >As such, you tried twisting the anomaly, crushing it, stretching it, tearing it
  121. 121.
    >Nothing
  122. 122.
    >At some point you must of got bored with the ordeal and did something quite unsavory for a princess
  123. 123.
    >You gave the thing a quick lick out of curiosity
  124. 124.
    OH! Oooohhh w-what is h-happenIINNGGGG! OOOOOOOHHHHHHHH I-I-I-I'M CUMMING I'M C-CUMMMMIIIIIIIINGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!
  125. 125.
    >Like the most potent aphrodisiac stirred by the most hormonal teen laced with rose petals and oysters, the pink tumour was made up of the rawest lust you'd ever felt in all your millennia
  126. 126.
    >And that was just a quick sample
  127. 127.
    >The violent climax you experienced, or rather, are still experiencing forced your astral body back to your physical form lying in your chambers
  128. 128.
    >Your shrieks of ecstasy had been heard from across the castle walls
  129. 129.
    >Guards are banging on the doors to your chambers out of concern, but fortunately and debatably unsafely, you always lock the entrance while communing with ponies dreams. You find having unwanted visitors accidentally waking you during your duties to give you terrible migraines
  130. 130.
    >However, you left the door to your balcony open during this particularly warm night
  131. 131.
    >Celestia had flown in, no doubt jolted awake from your cries
  132. 132.
    >"Sister! Are you alright!? What's happening to-"
  133. 133.
    >Celestia was cut short as another spasm of orgasmic pleasure ruptured through your body
  134. 134.
    >Feeling yourself reach your peak once again, you let out a violent squirt of love juice out onto the open air, drenching your sheets and your sisters face quite heavily in the process
  135. 135.
    >Finally, as the last of the tremors fade away, you lie there twitching in a pool of sweat and vaginal juices as your tongue lolls out of your mouth and your eyes are glazed over in a euphoric half-sleep
  136. 136.
    >Celestia stands there dumbfounded as she stares transfixed at your body, feeling and tasting the hot liquid sprayed all across her face and mouth
  137. 137.
    ...
  138. 138.
    >Okay, it's time to deal with this anomaly with a bit more care
  139. 139.
     
  140. 140.
    >Be Anon a few more days later
  141. 141.
    >Time to take a break and leave your goon cave for the first time in about a week
  142. 142.
    >You had just finished baiting some Nietzschefag on /lit/ (You've never read any philosophy in your life) and felt now was as good of a time as any for a walk
  143. 143.
    >However, before you head out the door you look back at the Hollow Lotus
  144. 144.
    >While you'd been shitposting over these last few days it seemed to have gotten a little louder
  145. 145.
    >It's mechanical whirring growing faster, it's doodads blinking more rapidly, and... "Her" occasional moans getting a little more audible
  146. 146.
    >Now that you've turned off your dimensional scrying orb which had been sucking up more than a little bit of love-electricity, you REALLY notice the increase in power
  147. 147.
    >It's definitely louder than it was when you first booted it on
  148. 148.
    >While you're no magical engineer you surmise it's not from the machine failing or any faulty components, but from Fluttershy's own fantasy
  149. 149.
    >It looks like she's sucking up a bit more of the machines internal power than you thought
  150. 150.
    >Little pervert can't even be satisfied within her own dreams
  151. 151.
    >Luckily, there's a little fix that just popped into your head
  152. 152.
    >You'd been using what was already a fairly costly setup of magic-arrays (Which are expensive to install and not easy to maintain) and Mana-Charged crystals (Which are cheap to buy but you've been going through them fast)
  153. 153.
    >Why did Anon bother using an experimental changeling roofie machine to power a dimension scrying orb and not the arrangement of arrays and crystals previously mentioned (you) might ask?
  154. 154.
    >Because magic-to-electricity is somehow less reliable then magic-to-love-to-electricity. You'd blow a fuse and shatter the orb with that kind of setup
  155. 155.
    >Anyways, the idea. Jerry-rig /some/ of the electrical output from the Hollow Lotus back into itself to keep up with Fluttershy's dreams. You've been having to install magic resistors into your setup anyways because the thing's been generating A LOT of love energy from Fluttershy lately
  156. 156.
    >This way, you can stop relying on the old system to power the machine which powers your 'puter
  157. 157.
    >It's like recycling! But Real!
  158. 158.
    ...
  159. 159.
    There! All set.
  160. 160.
    >After an hour or so you managed to move a cord here, rewired a thingy there, and presto!
  161. 161.
    >The Hollow Lotus is now drawing on it's own energy output while simultaneously keeping the power running to your orb. Lord knows Fluttershy is producing more than enough love
  162. 162.
    Who's a good little battery! You are! Yes you are!
  163. 163.
    >You say in a mocking baby voice while tapping on the pod's front door
  164. 164.
    >You walk out
  165. 165.
    >As you leave, Fluttershy stirs almost as if a small part of her could hear your voice reach her...
  166. 166.
     
  167. 167.
    >Be Luna
  168. 168.
    >After the previous... incident, you decided to rethink your approach
  169. 169.
    >Clearly, this anomaly can't just be destroyed from within the Dreamscape
  170. 170.
    >So, you began to actually observe and study the thing
  171. 171.
    >First, as was already verified before, it's growing in both size and... density?
  172. 172.
    >Second, it is most certainly a dream but one of unnatural proportion and intensity
  173. 173.
    >You can only surmise that the dreamer is at the center of the thing, locked away inside it's pink, frothing interior
  174. 174.
    >After experiencing what was just the briefest exposure to its mass, you can only imagine what it's like on the inside...
  175. 175.
    >Third, the dreamer locked within is no mere pony
  176. 176.
    >You've dealt with night terrors beyond imagination and pseudo-sentient dream entities before, but you've never encountered a dreamer with such an intense will
  177. 177.
    >Could it be a lust demon that was summoned directly to the Dreamscape?
  178. 178.
    >At any rate, containment of the anomaly has been no easy task
  179. 179.
    >Doing any sort of damage or mitigating it's growth is near impossible as things stand, so you've been trying to isolate it from other dreams
  180. 180.
    >Just like a tumour, if left unchecked it'll bleed into the psyche's of other ponies and suffocate their thoughts with it's unbearable lust
  181. 181.
    >So, the only solution at the moment is to try and find it's source in the physical world
  182. 182.
    >Even if it were a demon, it's astral body should have an anchor point somewhere
  183. 183.
    >Normally, identifying and locating a dreamer is a simple task. However, it requires you to actually enter the dream
  184. 184.
    >So... you've set up to do just that
  185. 185.
    >You've injected high-intensity numbing agents typically reserved for surgery into every muscle fiber of your physical body
  186. 186.
    >You're wearing a dozen high-grade enchanted amulets that invoke emotions ranging from 'calm' to 'prudish' and even 'disgust' to mitigate it's mental effects
  187. 187.
    >You've spent the last twelve hours meditating within the Dreamscape to reinforce your astral body
  188. 188.
    >And you even have a guard situated next to your waking body to spray you with a bottle of water every several minutes
  189. 189.
    >You bring your astral self right before the tumour, staring at it's coalescing fleshy walls
  190. 190.
    >After bracing yourself, you push into the viscous, trembling pink mass and press onwards
  191. 191.
    >Layer 1
  192. 192.
    >A pink fog fills the space around you, with fibers of red threads sewn in all possible directions
  193. 193.
    >Through the pink haze, you make out sounds
  194. 194.
    >Subtle moans of oohs♫ and aahs♩ fill the air
  195. 195.
    >You press forward with a modicum of force and feel a slight heat
  196. 196.
    >Luckily, your reinforcements mitigate most of it's effects, but the fact that you feel anything is concerning
  197. 197.
    >You continue until you come up to what looks like the outer wall of a deeper layer
  198. 198.
    >Dreams are like onions
  199. 199.
    >They have [spoiler]layers[/spoiler]
  200. 200.
    >You press into it
  201. 201.
     
  202. 202.
    >Layer 2
  203. 203.
    >The colour shifts to a darker pink and the heat in your unmentionable grows more intense
  204. 204.
    >The sounds of moans become more drawn out and increase in volume
  205. 205.
    >Moreover, shadows of figures can be made out through the foggy haze
  206. 206.
    >Multiple instances of the same two engaging in acts of coitus can be seen
  207. 207.
    >But they never remain for long
  208. 208.
    >Through the fog, it's hard to determine just what you're seeing
  209. 209.
    >One of the figures outlines looks like a pony while the other stands much taller with strange proportions
  210. 210.
    >Every time you draw near they fade away
  211. 211.
    >The silhouettes take every position and form you can imagine and more
  212. 212.
    >You try to call out to one, but your response was a cry of pleasure that showed no indication of understanding or even acknowledgment
  213. 213.
    >After some time, you decide to move in deeper
  214. 214.
    >Layer 3
  215. 215.
    >The colour is now a bright red and the heat is unbearable
  216. 216.
    >Your hind legs buckle as you enter this layer and you can feel what was once a moilesture in your lower lips become a full on leak
  217. 217.
    >It seems this layer is the last before reaching the core
  218. 218.
    >The sounds of moans are now full blown screams of ecstasy and cries of pleasure
  219. 219.
    >You're beginning to understand this anomaly
  220. 220.
    >It's not just one dream, it's several hundred occurring within one mind
  221. 221.
    >Each is a distinct wetdream of unheard intensity
  222. 222.
    >The air is thick and gelatinous and it takes most of your strength to push through
  223. 223.
    >As you do, the walls of the place writhe and shift around you, squeezing and rubbing you all over
  224. 224.
    >Vaginal juices freely run down your leg and the guard stationed by your physical body is no doubt inhaling an intense musk
  225. 225.
    >With his strong body, toned from years of training...
  226. 226.
    >No! Snap out of it!
  227. 227.
    >With a final push you force yourself to the core of the anomaly
  228. 228.
    >A beating cocoon that's... green?
  229. 229.
    >Weird, you'd think it would be a shade of red just like-
  230. 230.
    >A figure in the cocoon stirs, an eye opens
  231. 231.
    >You lean forwards, struggling to see through the thick red haze in the air and the putrid green glow of the cocoon
  232. 232.
    ...Fluttershy?
  233. 233.
    >Fluttershy screams in rage
  234. 234.
    >"...ANoN aRe yOu DReAminG AboUT otHEr MAreS ! ? ! ?"
  235. 235.
    >"Jusssst yOu aNd MEEEeeeEEee foREVeerrrrrrr!!!!"
  236. 236.
    >A blinding flash of light fills your vision and you're knocked backwards
  237. 237.
    >The sudden force flings your astral body through all three layers of the anomaly at once back into the open Dreamscape
  238. 238.
    >This ends up compromising your spell, forcing you to wake up abruptly
  239. 239.
    ...Ngh... ugh... what?
  240. 240.
    >Bleary eyed, you look around your chambers and see the state of the room
  241. 241.
    >The thrashing of your body has disheveled your bedding, liquid of questionable origin has splattered on the opposing wall, and the guard stationed by your bed is in the corner of the room sobbing uncontrollably
  242. 242.
    >Your mouth feels incredibly dry and are lying in a pool of sweat
  243. 243.
    >The amulets you were wearing are scattered across the floor and it seems you're body literally sweated out and squirted out the numbing chemicals
  244. 244.
    Guard! (pant) Prepare a carriage to Ponyville at once! (Huff) And get me several jugs of water!
  245. 245.
    >The guard meekly salutes before fleeing your chambers
  246. 246.
    >Fluttershy, for some reason, is the origin of the anomaly. And she mentioned Anon's name...
  247. 247.
    >Well, you'll find out the truth soon enough
  248. 248.
    >...But maybe a quick bath first
  249. 249.
     
  250. 250.
    >Be Anon once more
  251. 251.
    >Having come back from a leisurely walk you decide to get back to it
  252. 252.
    >After all, while you may take breaks here and there, you're here [spoiler]forever[/spoiler]
  253. 253.
    >When you come to your front door you notice a strange sound
  254. 254.
    >Through the front door, you can distinctly hear the mechanical whirring of the Hollow Lotus
  255. 255.
    Ah fuck, is it breaking on me?
  256. 256.
    >Opening the door, you find the interior of you house illuminated by a strong green
  257. 257.
    >Looking at the pod, it's definitely brighter and louder than before
  258. 258.
    >Perhaps letting it power itself off of Fluttershy's own love energy was NOT the best plan
  259. 259.
    >You touch your scrying orb and see it flicker to life for a moment
  260. 260.
    >Until it cracks and shut off for good
  261. 261.
    FUCK! Nonononono!
  262. 262.
    >Your shouting caused the sleeping Fluttershy to stir
  263. 263.
    >Your head shoot back to the pod
  264. 264.
    >For a moment, the lights and sounds of the device grew erratic and unstable
  265. 265.
    >But now things have settled... until you hear a knock on your front door
  266. 266.
    Shit! Shit! Shit! Not now! (You say, whisper shouting)
  267. 267.
    >Opening the front door you see the Princess of the Night
  268. 268.
    >"Hark! It is I, Princess Luna! Sovereign of the moon and keeper of drea-"
  269. 269.
    >You quickly cover her muzzle with one hand to get her to stop shouting
  270. 270.
    >You expected resistance or something but instead she seems to go limp into your hand
  271. 271.
    >"Ooohhh, yes fair Anonymous... use thou strong grip to..."
  272. 272.
    >She shakes her head and blushes furiously
  273. 273.
    >"Ahem! Forgive me, I don't know what came over me"
  274. 274.
    >You give her a confused look before you look back at the machine from inside
  275. 275.
    >It still seems fine despite Luna's autistic arrival
  276. 276.
    >But now you still have two problems
  277. 277.
    >First, the pod is clearly unstable and liable to blow any moment, possibly killing Fluttershy and destroying your house
  278. 278.
    >Second, if you're discovered having bought and used said pod you're liable to capital punishment
  279. 279.
    >Thinking thinking, you can always get a new house
  280. 280.
    >Deal with Luna first
  281. 281.
    >Closing the door, you try to get Luna to fuck off
  282. 282.
    Um, hey Princess! How are things? Little late to be picking up a cup of sugar, ain't it?
  283. 283.
    >"Anonymous, now is not the time for such jokes, iT's tHe tIMe fOR yoU to PloW mY hiNDqUarTers LiKE nO ToMorrow..."
  284. 284.
    >Luna shoots a hoof up to her mouth
  285. 285.
    >"Goodness! Anonymous, forgive such a crude comment! I have no idea why ...yOU'rE nOt TaKINg me RiGht HeRe anD noW WIth youR HoT MonkEY DiCk!"
  286. 286.
    >Luna, having seemingly lost control of herself, lunges forwards knocking you through the door onto your back
  287. 287.
    >With her straddling atop of your waist, you see her eyes are bloodshot and she's drooling
  288. 288.
    >Craning your neck, you see the pod glowing brighter than ever and it's whirring sounds screeches through the air
  289. 289.
    >Luna pins you down, holding you in place
  290. 290.
    >You try to struggle, but you're no match for her strength
  291. 291.
    Luna! We need to go! That things about to blow!
  292. 292.
    >She either doesn't hear you or doesn't care
  293. 293.
    >She cranes her body forwards and mashes her lips against yours
  294. 294.
    >You feel her longue tongue invade your mouth and slither down your throat
  295. 295.
    >You try to thrash around some more, but to no avail
  296. 296.
    >Looking over at the pod once more, you catch a glimpse of Fluttershy's cradled body
  297. 297.
    >Maybe it was because of the sounds of crashing, the rapid meltdown of the machine, or her supernatural rapist senses... she opened her eyes for the briefest time at the exact moment Luna kissed you
  298. 298.
    >"REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
  299. 299.
    >The machine explodes, but not in the way you thought
  300. 300.
    >Instead, a burst of pink smoke explodes outwards from the machine in all directions
  301. 301.
    >Fluttershy's dream, or dreams rather, had to be constantly fed into the machines database to ensure smooth consistency
  302. 302.
    >The shock upon seeing your kiss caused her psyche to have a violent breakdown, ending each dream violently
  303. 303.
    >The result: The machine overcompensated and actually tore a brief hole into the Dreamscape causing the fantasies to violently gush out into the real world
  304. 304.
    >Of course, dreams can't sustain themselves in reality so they dissipated just as quickly as they entered
  305. 305.
    >This ended up destroying the machine before it could blow up
  306. 306.
    >Hacking and coughing, you push off an equally dazed Luna
  307. 307.
    >As the smoke clears, you see another figure trotting up to you
  308. 308.
    >It's Fluttershy
  309. 309.
    >"Oh, Anon. I just had the most wonderful dream~! You were there, and you put your entire fist-"
  310. 310.
    My house!
  311. 311.
    >While the smoke dissipated, a dusty residue of pink dreamstuff cakes every inch of your house
  312. 312.
    >Of course, it has a distinct "Fluttershy" smell to it
  313. 313.
    >Luna gets up, groggy as ever
  314. 314.
    >"Where...? Oh, yes. Anonymous are you-"
  315. 315.
    >She turns her gaze over to the now dysfunctional machine
  316. 316.
    >Her expression sours
  317. 317.
    >"So! Thine true actions have come to light! This whorish machine that once sought to defile the dreams of my beloved subjects was the cause of all this! No doubt thou used it for some devious, villainous plot."
  318. 318.
    >Looking around you see no way of concealing or getting out of this mess, so you simply sigh and fess up
  319. 319.
    ...Yes. I had used it on Fluttershy to power my computer... But in my defense, I had no idea she'd literally tear apart the fabric of dreamspace with her fantasies
  320. 320.
    >Fluttershy gasps and quickly comes up to you
  321. 321.
    >"Oh, Anon! Were you worried I don't dream about you? That there'd be another stallion in my heart? Poor thing. That's why you did all this, isn't it? You're the only colt I'll ever love, my sweet prince."
  322. 322.
    >She begins to stroke your head
  323. 323.
    >"Poor baby... tell you what, why don't you come to my place and I'll-"
  324. 324.
    >You pick her up and carry out to the front door
  325. 325.
    >"(Gasp!), I see you're very eager~. My dream started out just like this y'know- aaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
  326. 326.
    >You punt Fluttershy from your front porch and send her flying
  327. 327.
    >Turning around, you look back at Luna
  328. 328.
    >"Well, Anonymous. Thou will need to answer for thouests crimes. ...But seeing as Fluttershy is unlikely to press charges and that the inside of thouests house is wrecked, a lighter punishment will suffice
  329. 329.
    >"Thou will arrive at the castle at dawn tomorrow and help the cleaning staff for the duration of the month. Furthermore, you'll be subject to additional duties
  330. 330.
    What kind of duties?
  331. 331.
    >"...iT's a SurPRisE.."
  332. 332.
    >Luna smiles, before flying away
  333. 333.
    >...
  334. 334.
    >Your house is wrecked, your stuck on maid duty, your shitposting machine is busted, and you might be subjected to a royal raping
  335. 335.
    >All because you underestimated Fluttershy's delusions
  336. 336.
    >Fucking Fluttershy

The Hollow Lotus Machine

by MountainMan