>You look at the various colorful cans in the fridge
>Banana nectar, lychee juice, mango juice, tropical punch, pineapple blast...
>There, the one with the most fruits out of them all, exotic mix, this is the one you choose
“What did you want Peachy?”
>your friends voice rings out from within her room where the two of you were playing just a while ago
>”Just orange”
>That’s pretty boring, but if that’s what she wants...
>You absentmindedly grab a can with an orange or something on it and then pout the juices into two big fancy steins you found in one of the cupboards
>And then you return to your friend, handing Peachy her stein of oj
>the two of you got a bit thirsty while playing, and no not like that this time, just flying around the house until both of you were exhausted
>Peachy scrunches her snout
>”My juice tastes kinda weird...”
>You take a big sip of your fruity blast of various exotic flavors before answering her
“Must be because it’s just orange”
>Peachy takes a careful sniff of her drink and scrunches further, but as she notices you looking at her she blushes and quickly drinks all of it in one swing
>You keep eyeing her and sipping your drink as she offers you an embarrassed smile while being very red faced
>You finish drinking up your juice without paying much attention to her and then slam the stein down before letting out a burp
>”You know...”
>You turn your attention to Peachy again and find her looking...odd, she’s blushing and fidgeting while looking a bit woozy
>”We’re here all alone”
>You nod
“Yeah your parents are away”
>”It would be really easy for you to hunt me down...grab me and forcefully push me down to the floor and do things to me”
>You shrug
“I guess, what do we-”
>Peachy interrupts you while...quivering a little?
>”I-I’d be too horrified to even squeak while I feel your hot breath on my neck and your body press against mine...”
>Peachy fidgets like she is having a hard time staying still and bites her lip
>Now you’re feeling a bit fidgety as well as you get a bit closer to her
>”a-and ravage me until I’m completely turned into your little mare and...”
>You push Peachy to the ground with a pomf and now she’s on the floor, her mane spread out and small heart symbols in her eyes as her chest rises up and down at a fast pace as she pants
>”And make me cum too much and die, rape my womb with your fillyhood, make me your ultimate electric pocket pussy!”
>You pause
“Uh...Peachy?”
>But she keeps going like she’s possessed
>”Stick a melon up my ass and call me Obama and-“
>What is an Obama?
>”-my ass-pussy and make me cum girl-sperm from my butt-uterus while making me apologize to the sex god for being such a bad filly and show my why girls have three holes for farting!”
>you start to climb off of your friend
“Uhh Peachy, maybe-“
>”Get over here and control this global warming in my batpussy!”
“Wah!”
*pomf*
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>Ughh... what’s happening, why is your head hurting?
>You get up and find yourself on your bed, except things feel...wrong, like your bed was sweaty and things
>You also find Tulip lying next to you, except she has a vacant expression on her face and looks even more disheveled than she usually is
>...why can’t you remember anything after drinking all of that weird tasting orange juice?
>After a while you managed to shake Tulip awake who just absentmindedly excused herself and flew home on wobbly wings
>And even later on you found out Tulip had accidentally given you one of your moms alcoholic beverages, something called a screwdriver...