Golden rays of sunlight makes it's unwelcome entrance into your room. This is the fourth straight night without any form of sleep. It's not for any lack of trying, insomnia has simply made you it's bitch.

Your entire body feels sore and it feels as if grease is running through your veins. Maybe today would be a good day to take a sick day and get some rest.

Oh yeah.. you couldn't.

Not after Applejack caught you pulling pranks with Pinkie on your sick day. The look on AJ's face before the cream pie collided with her face was priceless though. Totally worth it.

Forcing yourself to sit upright is a difficult task and the bathroom feels miles away.

Coffee. You need coffee before you do anything else.

The brown gold is your only motivator as you slog your way downstairs. A part of you isn't sure how to feel about that.

Setting some water on your stove to boil, you hear the familiar knock on your door.

Shit.

Is it that late already?

You are going to be late for work. Again.

Rubbing the sand out of your eyes, you make your way to the door. You reach out to grab the handle, but miss. Maybe you aren't safe for society today.

After your fourth attempt at grabbing a door handle, you swing the door open to reveal the familiar yellow pegasus standing at your doorstep holding a small purple vial. A groan manages to escape your lips as you bury your face in your hands.

"I don't know what it is, but it's not my fetish. I'm too tired for this shit today."

Fluttershy's eyes go wide and she smiles.

"I-I know Anon. That's why I got this sleeping potion for you instead of asking for your fetish."

You give her a hard look.

"Yeah. A SLEEPING potion. How do I know this isn't a big trick?"

Fluttershy looks offended.

"Anon! I w-would never give you something that I t-thought would hurt you! I-I love you!"

"Yeah sure. Whatever."

You slam the door in her face and move back to your boiling water. Taking it off the heat, you look into your cabinet to find your instant coffee.

"Salt, Pepper... Nutmeg, Cinnamon.... Where is the coffee?"

Then it hits you. You were all out of coffee and too tired to buy any from the store yesterday. Falling to your knees, your eyes begin to water from the loss of your only friend.

"He was so young... and so... delicious."

There is only one thing left to do. Quickly move to the front door to catch her before she leaves. You rip the door open to find Fluttershy hasn't moved an inch.

"Do you always just sit there and wait?"

She looks down at the ground and plays with her hair.

"W-well I didn't know if you might change your mind... and I always follow you to Sweet Apple Acres and watch you work."

"Wait... What? No. Never mind. I don't care. Just gimme the potion."

She hands the little vial to you and slam the door in her face again.

"Finally... some sleep."

You make your way back upstairs and uncork the vial of potion. The aroma of the drink reminds you of fresh lilacs. Bringing the potion to your lips, you begin to gag, but choke down the remainder of the foul liquid.

"There... finally. Some sleep. I guess Applejack will just-"

A massive yawn causes you to break your self-monologue.

"have to suck my dick."

Tucking yourself back into your bed fortress, you feel the clutches of sleep consume you.

The hours pass like seconds, and your eyes shoot open to reveal your magnificent room being filled with beautiful rays of sunshine. You hop out of bed, and stretch yourself out from your head to your toes.

"That was amazing! I gotta remind myself not to kick Fluttershy in the face so much."

Skipping into your bathroom, you notice a small envelope tucked into your mirror. You pull it out. On the front 'Memories' is written with a little heart.

"Oh shit. What happened?"

Opening the envelope, inside are several crudely taken selfies of Fluttershy and Applejack. One of Fluttershy riding your dick cowgirl style wearing Applejack's hat. Another one of them both sucking on your ballsack.

Finally, one more picture of Applejack sucking your dick, with a small note that says 'Wish granted.'

You set the photos on the sink and look at yourself in the mirror.

"That was probably the easiest trick in the book... and I just fell for it."

You move away from the sink and prepare a burning hot shower.

As you step inside, and let the water gradually turn your skin red, you wonder if the price for that sleep was worth it. You viciously clean your privates, but they still feel dirty.

Stepping out of the shower, you prepare yourself for your shave. Despite having two mares take advantage of you while you sleep, you still feel pretty darn awesome. Even if you lost this battle, the war isn't over by any means. For now, you are just going to enjoy your day and maybe try to find another job.

As for the rape... eh. Doesn't matter, had rest.