Based on a very short green I once made but I wanted to expand upon the idea a lot more

Here's the thread I posted this on >>42911271

>Be Anon
>And be very, very anxious
>Before you lies several dozen cords running between magical arrays and mana-charged crystals directly into a smooth, seedlike pod
>The pod is large enough to cradle a full-sized pony and glows a sickly green through its glassy interior
>You had purchased the pod, dubbed a 'Hollow Lotus', for no small sum
>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
>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
>In other words, it makes you very sleepy
>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
>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
>All of this for one simple task, to allow for intense fantasy dreaming
>Why (you) may ask?
>To harvest love efficiently and automatically on an industrial level scale
>It's called a 'Hollow Lotus' because the love stems from an even faker source than the usual brand of Changeling manipulation
>At least that form of love harvesting requires a second party to play the role of manipulator
>With this machine however, the love is completely "self-milked" in a sense, making it more hollow than anything else
>And the Lotus part comes from a very strange re-occurring similarity between Equestrian history and Greek Mythology
>Nonetheless, you've acquired what is one of the last remaining pods of the few that were ever made
>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
>And your grubby little human hands got a hold of one
>Which brings us back to your house and your plan

>For once and for all you'd like to deal with your Fluttershy problem
>Short of murder, suicide, and murder-suicide, this is your final plan
>To lock Fluttershy into a state of euphoric dreams where she can be fully satiated with fantasies of you and your /little/ anon
>This way, you'll be left alone while she can be perfectly happy and none the wiser
>Secondly, you can use the love harvested from the pod to power your electricity
>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)
>Something something, orb is vibrating to connect to Earth internet but needs electricity
>You're so close to shitposting again!
>So, you need to invite (gulp) Fluttershy inside and stick her into the pod!
>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"
>So for now, you go to bed early at... 2:37 am
Fuck me, it'll be an exhausting morning tomorrow

>Screaming foals, Crowing roosters, and singing birds wake you up as Celestia beams down sunrays at 299,792,458 metres per second
>Truly, morning people were given too much power
>Groggily, you get up and do your usual routine of shit, shave, shower before sitting down to eat a bowl of cereal
>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
>*Knock* *knock*
>(sigh)
>Getting up, you walk to the front door
>Okay, it's /go/ time
>Opening the door you see Fluttershy in a clown getup, but with a massive frown accentuated by thick red lips
>She has a white-painted face with heavy black liner circling the eyes with a single painted teardrop sitting just beneath one eye
>her costume is oversized and slightly shabby with a pale blue and dusty red colour scheme
Uhh... you've already done clowns before. And jesters. And harlequins.
>"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...?"
...Maaaaybe? Would you like to... (sigh) come inside so we can test this a bit more?
>You flinch back at her reaction
>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
>"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-
Shut up! Just... come inside
>You hold the door open and let Fluttershy walk in
>Of course, she takes a whiff of your backside as she passes by that sends a shiver up your spine
>Closing the door, you walk over to the living room where you have the Hollow Lotus primed and ready
>Fluttershy momentarily stands still, looking the machine over
>"Umm... what is this? Oh! I mean... boohoo, this weird machine makes me so sad."
>Right, she's still committing to that clown bit
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.
>"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..."
>This time your frowning just as hard
Fluttershy, get inside the fucking pod
>"S-sorry!"

>Fluttershy, still in her clown getup, climbs into the pod
>She leans back into the reclined seat surrounded by green-lighted magic circuitry
>It pisses you off whenever you think about how close this society is to actual computers and satellites
So, how are you feeling?
>"It's comfy! Oh, I mean, it's sad and awful! I hate it"
Fluttershy, you can drop the sad clown thing, I-, y'know what? Doesn't matter.
>You shut the lid and activate the machine
>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
>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
>Soon, her eyes begin to droop as she falls into her deep slumber
>Not long after that, her hind legs twitch occasionally as you can hear the faintest moans escape her
>Success!
>You look at the readings on the side terminal and everything appears to be within expected parameters
>You race to your scrying orb hoping against hope it doesn't blow a fuse and see it's starting up
>Eyes bulge, sweat forms, knees shake, hand tremble.... 
YES FUCK YES BABY LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
>Pulling up a chair, you sit down at your new 'puter and get to work shitposting on your favourite little image board
...What the FUCK is this new captcha?

>Days pass
>The pod hums continuously as Fluttershy remains inside dreaming up whatever
>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
>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
>During the last few days things have been great
>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!
>And boy oh boy have you been staring!
>You've never felt like a truer poster than you have until now
>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
>Nobody really questioned Fluttershy's sudden disappearance as it's not too uncommon for her to go unseen for extended periods of time anyways
>Yup, everything is just perfect! What could possibly go wrong?

>Be Luna
>And confound it, be confused
>The last few nights has seen a steady rise to a new anomaly within the Dreamscape
>It's viscous and pink, like a tumor pressing against the cells around it
>It wouldn't be too much of a concern if it weren't for the fact that it's growing. And growing fast
>So far all attempts to expunge it have been met with failure
>Blasting it with magic (Your go-to method) surprisingly didn't work
>Whatever punctures you made were quickly sewn back together and further attempts at storming its walls began to yield less and less results
>It's almost adaptive
>Next, you tried diplomacy, a tactic your sister is overly in favour of in these times
>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
>Nonetheless, you tried communicating with it
>Of course, this yielded similar results
>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
>Lastly, you tried simply dispelling it
>While the Dreamscape isn't necessarily your domain, as it is a naturally occurring space with the Noosphere, you are its sole keeper
>Thus, using your profound intellect and mastery of the night... you poked at the anomaly
>The Dreamscape is an ocean of thought, with no consistent form
>As its protector you can freely manipulate the space around you
>As such, you tried twisting the anomaly, crushing it, stretching it, tearing it
>Nothing
>At some point you must of got bored with the ordeal and did something quite unsavory for a princess
>You gave the thing a quick lick out of curiosity
OH! Oooohhh w-what is h-happenIINNGGGG! OOOOOOOHHHHHHHH I-I-I-I'M CUMMING I'M C-CUMMMMIIIIIIIINGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!
>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
>And that was just a quick sample
>The violent climax you experienced, or rather, are still experiencing forced your astral body back to your physical form lying in your chambers
>Your shrieks of ecstasy had been heard from across the castle walls
>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
>However, you left the door to your balcony open during this particularly warm night
>Celestia had flown in, no doubt jolted awake from your cries
>"Sister! Are you alright!? What's happening to-"
>Celestia was cut short as another spasm of orgasmic pleasure ruptured through your body
>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
>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
>Celestia stands there dumbfounded as she stares transfixed at your body, feeling and tasting the hot liquid sprayed all across her face and mouth
...
>Okay, it's time to deal with this anomaly with a bit more care

>Be Anon a few more days later
>Time to take a break and leave your goon cave for the first time in about a week
>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
>However, before you head out the door you look back at the Hollow Lotus
>While you'd been shitposting over these last few days it seemed to have gotten a little louder
>It's mechanical whirring growing faster, it's doodads blinking more rapidly, and... "Her" occasional moans getting a little more audible
>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
>It's definitely louder than it was when you first booted it on
>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
>It looks like she's sucking up a bit more of the machines internal power than you thought
>Little pervert can't even be satisfied within her own dreams
>Luckily, there's a little fix that just popped into your head
>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)
>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?
>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
>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
>This way, you can stop relying on the old system to power the machine which powers your 'puter
>It's like recycling! But Real!
...
There! All set.
>After an hour or so you managed to move a cord here, rewired a thingy there, and presto!
>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
Who's a good little battery! You are! Yes you are!
>You say in a mocking baby voice while tapping on the pod's front door
>You walk out
>As you leave, Fluttershy stirs almost as if a small part of her could hear your voice reach her... 

>Be Luna
>After the previous... incident, you decided to rethink your approach
>Clearly, this anomaly can't just be destroyed from within the Dreamscape
>So, you began to actually observe and study the thing
>First, as was already verified before, it's growing in both size and... density?
>Second, it is most certainly a dream but one of unnatural proportion and intensity
>You can only surmise that the dreamer is at the center of the thing, locked away inside it's pink, frothing interior
>After experiencing what was just the briefest exposure to its mass, you can only imagine what it's like on the inside...
>Third, the dreamer locked within is no mere pony
>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
>Could it be a lust demon that was summoned directly to the Dreamscape?
>At any rate, containment of the anomaly has been no easy task
>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
>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
>So, the only solution at the moment is to try and find it's source in the physical world
>Even if it were a demon, it's astral body should have an anchor point somewhere
>Normally, identifying and locating a dreamer is a simple task. However, it requires you to actually enter the dream
>So... you've set up to do just that
>You've injected high-intensity numbing agents typically reserved for surgery into every muscle fiber of your physical body
>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
>You've spent the last twelve hours meditating within the Dreamscape to reinforce your astral body
>And you even have a guard situated next to your waking body to spray you with a bottle of water every several minutes
>You bring your astral self right before the tumour, staring at it's coalescing fleshy walls
>After bracing yourself, you push into the viscous, trembling pink mass and press onwards
>Layer 1
>A pink fog fills the space around you, with fibers of red threads sewn in all possible directions
>Through the pink haze, you make out sounds
>Subtle moans of oohs♫ and aahs♩ fill the air
>You press forward with a modicum of force and feel a slight heat
>Luckily, your reinforcements mitigate most of it's effects, but the fact that you feel anything is concerning
>You continue until you come up to what looks like the outer wall of a deeper layer
>Dreams are like onions
>They have [spoiler]layers[/spoiler]
>You press into it

>Layer 2
>The colour shifts to a darker pink and the heat in your unmentionable grows more intense
>The sounds of moans become more drawn out and increase in volume
>Moreover, shadows of figures can be made out through the foggy haze
>Multiple instances of the same two engaging in acts of coitus can be seen
>But they never remain for long
>Through the fog, it's hard to determine just what you're seeing
>One of the figures outlines looks like a pony while the other stands much taller with strange proportions
>Every time you draw near they fade away
>The silhouettes take every position and form you can imagine and more
>You try to call out to one, but your response was a cry of pleasure that showed no indication of understanding or even acknowledgment
>After some time, you decide to move in deeper
>Layer 3
>The colour is now a bright red and the heat is unbearable
>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
>It seems this layer is the last before reaching the core
>The sounds of moans are now full blown screams of ecstasy and cries of pleasure
>You're beginning to understand this anomaly
>It's not just one dream, it's several hundred occurring within one mind
>Each is a distinct wetdream of unheard intensity
>The air is thick and gelatinous and it takes most of your strength to push through
>As you do, the walls of the place writhe and shift around you, squeezing and rubbing you all over
>Vaginal juices freely run down your leg and the guard stationed by your physical body is no doubt inhaling an intense musk
>With his strong body, toned from years of training...
>No! Snap out of it!
>With a final push you force yourself to the core of the anomaly
>A beating cocoon that's... green?
>Weird, you'd think it would be a shade of red just like-
>A figure in the cocoon stirs, an eye opens
>You lean forwards, struggling to see through the thick red haze in the air and the putrid green glow of the cocoon
...Fluttershy?
>Fluttershy screams in rage
>"...ANoN aRe yOu DReAminG AboUT otHEr MAreS ! ? ! ?"
>"Jusssst yOu aNd MEEEeeeEEee foREVeerrrrrrr!!!!"
>A blinding flash of light fills your vision and you're knocked backwards
>The sudden force flings your astral body through all three layers of the anomaly at once back into the open Dreamscape
>This ends up compromising your spell, forcing you to wake up abruptly
...Ngh... ugh... what?
>Bleary eyed, you look around your chambers and see the state of the room
>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
>Your mouth feels incredibly dry and are lying in a pool of sweat
>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
Guard! (pant) Prepare a carriage to Ponyville at once! (Huff) And get me several jugs of water!
>The guard meekly salutes before fleeing your chambers
>Fluttershy, for some reason, is the origin of the anomaly. And she mentioned Anon's name...
>Well, you'll find out the truth soon enough
>...But maybe a quick bath first

>Be Anon once more
>Having come back from a leisurely walk you decide to get back to it
>After all, while you may take breaks here and there, you're here [spoiler]forever[/spoiler]
>When you come to your front door you notice a strange sound
>Through the front door, you can distinctly hear the mechanical whirring of the Hollow Lotus
Ah fuck, is it breaking on me?
>Opening the door, you find the interior of you house illuminated by a strong green
>Looking at the pod, it's definitely brighter and louder than before
>Perhaps letting it power itself off of Fluttershy's own love energy was NOT the best plan
>You touch your scrying orb and see it flicker to life for a moment
>Until it cracks and shut off for good
FUCK! Nonononono!
>Your shouting caused the sleeping Fluttershy to stir
>Your head shoot back to the pod
>For a moment, the lights and sounds of the device grew erratic and unstable
>But now things have settled... until you hear a knock on your front door
Shit! Shit! Shit! Not now! (You say, whisper shouting)
>Opening the front door you see the Princess of the Night
>"Hark! It is I, Princess Luna! Sovereign of the moon and keeper of drea-"
>You quickly cover her muzzle with one hand to get her to stop shouting
>You expected resistance or something but instead she seems to go limp into your hand
>"Ooohhh, yes fair Anonymous... use thou strong grip to..."
>She shakes her head and blushes furiously
>"Ahem! Forgive me, I don't know what came over me"
>You give her a confused look before you look back at the machine from inside
>It still seems fine despite Luna's autistic arrival
>But now you still have two problems
>First, the pod is clearly unstable and liable to blow any moment, possibly killing Fluttershy and destroying your house
>Second, if you're discovered having bought and used said pod you're liable to capital punishment
>Thinking thinking, you can always get a new house
>Deal with Luna first
>Closing the door, you try to get Luna to fuck off
Um, hey Princess! How are things? Little late to be picking up a cup of sugar, ain't it?
>"Anonymous, now is not the time for such jokes, iT's tHe tIMe fOR yoU to PloW mY hiNDqUarTers LiKE nO ToMorrow..."
>Luna shoots a hoof up to her mouth
>"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!"
>Luna, having seemingly lost control of herself, lunges forwards knocking you through the door onto your back
>With her straddling atop of your waist, you see her eyes are bloodshot and she's drooling
>Craning your neck, you see the pod glowing brighter than ever and it's whirring sounds screeches through the air
>Luna pins you down, holding you in place
>You try to struggle, but you're no match for her strength
Luna! We need to go! That things about to blow!
>She either doesn't hear you or doesn't care
>She cranes her body forwards and mashes her lips against yours
>You feel her longue tongue invade your mouth and slither down your throat
>You try to thrash around some more, but to no avail
>Looking over at the pod once more, you catch a glimpse of Fluttershy's cradled body
>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
>"REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
>The machine explodes, but not in the way you thought
>Instead, a burst of pink smoke explodes outwards from the machine in all directions
>Fluttershy's dream, or dreams rather, had to be constantly fed into the machines database to ensure smooth consistency
>The shock upon seeing your kiss caused her psyche to have a violent breakdown, ending each dream violently
>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
>Of course, dreams can't sustain themselves in reality so they dissipated just as quickly as they entered
>This ended up destroying the machine before it could blow up
>Hacking and coughing, you push off an equally dazed Luna
>As the smoke clears, you see another figure trotting up to you
>It's Fluttershy
>"Oh, Anon. I just had the most wonderful dream~! You were there, and you put your entire fist-"
My house!
>While the smoke dissipated, a dusty residue of pink dreamstuff cakes every inch of your house
>Of course, it has a distinct "Fluttershy" smell to it
>Luna gets up, groggy as ever
>"Where...? Oh, yes. Anonymous are you-"
>She turns her gaze over to the now dysfunctional machine
>Her expression sours
>"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."
>Looking around you see no way of concealing or getting out of this mess, so you simply sigh and fess up
...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
>Fluttershy gasps and quickly comes up to you
>"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."
>She begins to stroke your head
>"Poor baby... tell you what, why don't you come to my place and I'll-"
>You pick her up and carry out to the front door
>"(Gasp!), I see you're very eager~. My dream started out just like this y'know- aaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
>You punt Fluttershy from your front porch and send her flying
>Turning around, you look back at Luna
>"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
>"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
What kind of duties?
>"...iT's a SurPRisE.."
>Luna smiles, before flying away
>...
>Your house is wrecked, your stuck on maid duty, your shitposting machine is busted, and you might be subjected to a royal raping
>All because you underestimated Fluttershy's delusions
>Fucking Fluttershy