Rose pettles on the floor and swirling lines of smoke from lit candles gave the otherwise dark room its cozy atmosphere. A heavy scent of sweat and other such odors filled the air. Nonny lay spooned and held in an air-tight embrace by a mare with a sea-green coat. Nonny smiled contently (plenty pleased with herself). Around her mouth red lipstick kisses were planted. Her ear twitched as she heard the creaking of a door being opened. She opened her eyes and saw the one pony she didn't want to find her in this position: Her mother, Bon Bon. She flailed with her hooves and tried to distance herself from the pony behind her as if that would extriciate herself from the situation. ”Mom! It's not what it looks like!” Anon shouted while bringing her hooves up to protect herself.

The wind moaned and made the air-ship groaned. The patter of rain on deck reached all the way down into ship's prison cell. A glass of liquid similar to tree sap scrapped a wooden table as it slide across its surface as the ship tilted slightly. A tan paw chopped down and blocked its path off the table. The paw, which was similar to human hand due to its disposible, gripped the glass and took a sip. "So why is your unicorn hocus pocus called, 'Dreameater'? Heh, do dream taste good or what?" A humanoid feline-man with male characteristics asked. His long whiskers fluttered as enjoyed the smell of the glass of whiskey in his paw. A purple unicorn stood nearby. His gaze focused on a green man who wore shackles and a blindfold behind a barred off cell. A tendrill of arcane light connected the bald head of the man with the horn of the unicorn. The unicorn licked his awesome mustache. The magic connection between the two broke and the unicorn sighed in relief. "Yeah. So we.re done here. He won't wake up for a long time," the unicorn said and turned around to face the cat-man. "What you say, Wereoew? Why it's called dreameater?"

Disclaimer: This is set in the mlp universe, even if it isn't clear in the begining. A young green man walked out of gate and into an arena. Sand covered the circle ground. It was surrounded by a terrace filled with demi-humans. The audience were silently glaring at him. He looked passed them into the eyes of a giant minotaur seated in a throne elevated above the rest of the viewers. He wore a sadistic grin on his features. The young man looked away. He shut his eyes as he grimace in pain. Then he exhaled looked over towards the other side of the arena. There stood an aligator the size of man on his backlegs wiggling his tongue at him. Compared to the man the aligator was dressed in some sort of half armour, one that only protected his belly but not his back since he already had hard scales for that. The man wore nothing but a pair of baggy pants he'd tucked up the legs of to his knees. Both were barefoot but one had thick and thumb-sized claws on theirs. The man was barechested.