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That night while Applebloom slept and pondered her meeting with King Trafalgar Maximilian Augustus Leopold the III Unexpected Reunion another being was have less enjoyable encounter in my Equestria dreamscape.

     A tiny rend appeared in defenses of Princess Luna's dream fabric. Not a violent rendering or a sudden tear; more like a slow steady thinning of defensive barriers until a small breach had been made. Carefully crafted to alert nopony.

     Through this breach came the intruder. It flowed and extruded itself into Luna's identity. Like some foul, viscous fluid it poured in; then with equal care it started pulling itself back into a more solid form. Then it carefully closed the breach. It's success would be its ability to embed itself in the princess's subconscious mind and start manipulating her.

     Finally it had gained some resemblance of solidity again, although it utterly lacked any semblance of symmetry. Its body was a pulsating mass of tissue.  A heaving collection of sagging flesh, eyes, mouths, and tentacles that defied any rational explanation. It now floated in the air dripping long strands of sticky mucus.

     It went by many names in the Lower Dark Realms. None of them were pronounceable by the tongues of ponies; however if one was to translate them into a language that ponies could grasp the closest approximation for most of its names would be Violator.

     It didn't have emotions the same way that ponies did, but the closest one to what it was feeling right now was pride. Tens of thousands of others had attempted to accomplish what it had achieved and either failed or perished in the process. The defenses of the Dream Witch were diverse, complex, and formidable. Still it had succeeded where others had failed. Now it would feast in this fertile plain. Slowly it start to bend its host to its will. Ever gently forcing it to submit to its needs. It had done this countless times before with other victims. It was only a matter of time before it won.

     It's internal gloating was interrupted by a voice. "Hey there! What the hay r ya doing here? Ya aren't suppose ta be here!"

     Its multitude of eyes start search for the source of the voice. It was a small pony floating in midair like it was.  A small buttercream yellow being with a deep rose red mane and tail. Perched on its head was bright red bow. It glared at the intruder.

     "I don't know what asshole ya crawled yerself out of! But if ya know whats best fer ya you'll head back there right now!"

     The intruder stared at this strange apparition. This didn't seem to be part of the Dream Witch's defenses. It definitely wasn't the Dream Witch herself? It started scanning around its immediate area. Perhaps this was some part of the Dream Witch subconscious playing out a part of a dream. Maybe this apparition was autonomously acting out a part in this dream play. It made a series of strange gibbering sounds and then slowly it started floating away from the strange vision.

     "Hey!" The small pony moved and intercepted it. "I'm talking ta ya! Now either git yer rotting hide out of here, or I'm gonna make ya regret ya ever existed!"

     The abomination howled. This pesky thing was obstructing its plans. With its mind it wove a spell and hurled at the little pony. It should crush it like an ant beneath a great foot. The spell seemed bounce harmlessly of the little pony. the filly gritted her teeth and hissed.

     "Ya worthless piece of shit! Ya dare try ta attack me! Fine! Ya wanna die so be it!"

     Suddenly the Violator felt a pressure grow within it like a giant hands trying to tear it in two from within. It screamed and tried to raise a counter spell.

     Without warning its body began bulged, distended. Then it violently exploded spraying its ichor out in a great cloud. Its demolished body collapsed to the ground with a great wet, splat! The floating pony looked down at the carnage; its mane and coat were drenched in the bodily fluids of its fallen foe. It seemed to be unconcerned by this. For several seconds it just stared at rapidly disintegrating carcass, then it floated away muttering.

     "I'm not gonna let anything damaged the princess's mind. Not until mom gits a chance ta see what I've done!"

     Then the filly vanished.

To be continued.

Edit 11/19/20. One advantage of being an artist and a lucid dreamer is that you can at least you recycle and put to use things you've seen in your nightmares. I know where my subconscious found this creature since it's appeared in nightmares of mine for decades. Back to when I was a child.