Title:           p 1
Author:          Anonymous
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First Edit:      Friday 11th of November 2016 05:59:18 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Friday 11th of November 2016 05:59:18 PM CDT

She noticed the approaching pair of ponies. She looked down at her matted coat. Her coat had drops of saliva and puke on it. Wet half-digested oats. As they came closer Lily couldn‘t stop herself. She pressed her flank harder against the statue in hopes of hiding in the dark. It was half past one and people were still out.
 
Funny, she thought.
 
With her magic she harshly pulled on the back of her throat, her eyes watered and the peculiar, comforting feeling of choking filled her mind. She knew that the ponies might notice her and gossip. But unlike most instances where she fiercely based her self-respect on what other people thought of her, she just couldn‘t bring herself to care.
 
The acid in the puke made her teeth feel sticky as the grinded against each other as she heaved. She used her magic to both pull her mane out of her hair and to give her some extra pain, anything to help her to stop focusing on him. A stray her had already gotten stuck to her face, pasted against her cheek. All of the fluids that were being emptied from her face were lukewarm and soothing in the biting cold.
 
Tears fell from her eyes and her muzzle started leaking. She felt her mouth be filled with strong thick saliva, an attempt from her body to protect her teeth. As she stood hunched over, wondering about the absurdity of the situation and how the fuck she got to that point, she asked herself:
 
How much more could she take?