>Purple was bad, but going to sleep into her domain...
>The experienced dream walker learned.
>Her repertoire grew with every idle thought, and living between dreams and sleep and waking-
>"Okay class, it's time to turn in your homework."
>Cheerilee despite the inane work, cared just enough to have her be best pone.
>In the class room you realize you forget your homework, and it's nowhere to be found.
>You see Cheerilee walk up to you with a smile
>"Found it yet?"
"Not yet, but I did it. It's just somewhere, I know the answers."
>She leans down, and whispers
>"Going to have to make an example for all the other fillies and colts so act sad if it doesn't turn up when I'm finished collecting them."
>This is why Cheerilee is bestest pony.
>The stupid paper is nowhere to be found.
>"Well Anon you're going to have to stay after class, but first."
>She places a dunce cap on you.
>Class just flies by, and soon enough instead of heading to Purple's place you're alone with Cheerilee.
>"I've tried being nice, with you Anon."
"Hunh?"
>"With everything I've done you place another burden on me."
>Slouching, and eyes are baggy as makeup wears off.
>"That's not fair to say that, they have placed another burden on me."
>She looks tired.
"What do you mean?"
>"They've been hounding me. Anon, I think I'm being pushed into resigning."
>She loves teaching, and each and every little pony she teaches.
>If she has the nightmares...
>Fuck.
>"They keep giving me a choice to make your life worse here, or we both lose everything. So I'll leave the choice up to you."
>Damn them.
"I- I-"
>The walls are hard to see
>Cheerilee looks panicked
>This is a dream
>From the corners of the room darkness wells and swells into a familiar form
>"Well we've heard enough. For conspiring against the crown you will partake in events for us."
>From the dark dream scape a fresh metal pole grows old and oxidized, bumps and ridges form
>The rusty flag pole pierces your bladder, then vagina, then anus
>Her magic peeling off the false metal at each area so it is hooked in
>A horrid strapon
>You see dark tendrils hold Cheerilee down and spread wide open.
>Disgusting tentacles of the dream domain.
>"But today we're feeling extremely generous, Anon rape Cheerilee then my nighttime visits for you shall cease. Cheerilee will bare the burden. Or Cheerilee will extract the metallic tube, then violently sodomize you when you both wake.
>You look into Cheerilee's eyes, and a side you've never seen before on a pony graces your vision.
>One you've only seen in a mirror
>It promises vengeance.
"In three seconds so prepare."
>rape
"Three"
>Psycho Luna can read your mind
"Two"
>So the solution is quite simple
"One"
>Rape is always the right answer
>Especially tentacle rape!
>The darkness holding the good pony hostage recoils in pain as metal cuts and goes through the tentacle appendage
>"ARGH!"
>A familiar classroom appears, well lit and bright with hope.
>Cheerilee pulls out a few unlabled plastic bottles.
>Mixing them together
>a white flash, and a ringing going through out you being
>your skin is melting
>Cheerilee missing her face, skin, and some muscle marches to the mare of dreams who is in little chunky bits
>Luna's mouth is gapeing and she's trying to pull herself together
>her fur is changing color
>The dream is wavering, and you can feel your waking body again
>No this has to be done
>Cheerilee with her melting body, drops a bottle
>picks up the decapitated head
>the head is slowly shifting to a purple hue
>curb stomping the head through the bottle
>a sizzle is heard
>A piercing scream comes from Purple's Room
>Twilight sure does have a loud set of lungs.