Rape Is Bad and You Should Feel Bad

Crime and Punishment

"Go on, piss already. I'm gonna be late."

Butch's dog took its sweet time sniffing at the bush. It then looked at its master and whined.

"Stop beating around the bush, and do it already! I don't have forever."

The dog switched its focus to a sizable mass of poop under the bush and sniffed at it.

"Ugh!" Sighing, Butch looked at his watch. The numbers seemed out of focus even though he was wearing glasses. He lifted his arm closer and read the numbers. "Oh, fuck! It's 69 already."

Looking back to the bush, he saw his dog relieving itself. "Finally."

"Wait ..." Butch narrowed his eyelids. "That can't be right."

Raising his wrist again, he focused. The numbers on the watch changed and showed '57:21' this time.

Being a regular lucid dreamer, he recognized changing numbers on the watch as a clear sign of a dream. He knew exactly what to do next, in order to confirm his suspicions.

"Time for a reality check."

He looked at the hardened poop in front of his dog. Extending his hand forward, he concentrated.

Fecal matter floated up from the ground under the effects of his telekinesis—an action that could not have been done in reality. "Yup, definitely a dream."

His dog continued peeing, staring blankly passed the floating poop in front of it.

"Now that's concentration," he commended his dog as he let the poop drop back to the ground.

With lucidity established, Butch knew that he had a whole range of dream manipulation abilities at his disposal. Besides telekinesis, he could fly, traverse through solid objects, teleport over small distances, and stop time, just by willing it. He had discovered all these superpowers by experimenting in his previous lucid dreams. They became almost like second nature to him whenever he discovered that his current conscious existence resided in a dream state.

Letting go of the dog's leash, Butch leaped up and hovered in the air.

Looking around from above, he saw the same old dirty streets he saw every day. The mundane surroundings bored him, so he contemplated what to do with his achieved lucidity. Just levitating around the old town would be a waste of this fairly rare dreaming state. He could make use of this opportunity to visit an unreal land and experience something he could never experience in real life.

Flying into space and finding himself some alien buddies could be fun. However, it was also risky. Despite lucidity, Butch couldn't control the living things in his dreams. Instead of hanging out with him, the aliens could just as well try to kill him, which would result in him waking up to reality.

Reaching down, he felt his Derpy Hooves toy in his pants. He pulled it out of his pocket and held it in front of his glasses. "It may get dangerous, but at least, I have you to keep me safe." He caressed it with his thumb and nodded. "You'd never want to see me get hurt if you were real, would you?"

He laughed as he put the toy back in his pocket. He was sure he'd hit it right off with his favorite pony if he could meet her.

That was it. "Screw aliens if I can hang out with ponies."

"Hm ..." Traversing to his dream version of Equestria was neither intuitive nor effortless, despite Butch being in control of his dream. He had never performed such a feat before and flying there was out of the question because no connection existed between his simulated hometown and the made up pony land. Changing the entire dream into a different plane could work, but the mental strain could wake him up, wasting his chance. What he needed was a connection between the worlds.