- http://soundcloud.com/p-332/sniff-something-drastic - PaleNarrator's bitchin' dramatic reading for more depraved pony goodness! Perfect for kicking back on rainy days and smoking cigars!
- >Day 178 in the Year of Our Princess Two Thousand and Twelve
- >You are Anonymous
- >And you can't stop smiling
- >Seriously, you can't fucking stop, you sniffed at a pile of Twilight's laundry and now your facial muscles won't loosen
- >She stepped out for a few hours and asked if you could mind the library. You asked her why Spike couldn't watch her precious book vault, but she just laughed
- >He would probably just like...try to eat them or something
- >dumbass dragon
- >You tried to grab his attention, pantomiming your distress, but he's just staring at you and eating all the ice cream.
- >Your face is really freaking sore.
- >You try sniffing other things.
- >You look around the library
- >Her copy of letters to Celestia! That should do something.
- >SNORT
- >Like...warm cinammon. You can feel your muscles relaxing into its neutral almost-frown.
- >Then your shoulders hike up like frankenstein. Good job. Retard
- >You go for her quillstand and start huffing. Smells a lot like Rainbow Dash, go figure
- >The shoulders loosen, but now your legs turn into spaghetti, causing your head to bash into her hardwood floor
- >Spike is still staring. He still gives no fucks
- >So there you are, a fucking cripple with a headache lying uselessly on the floor for the passive amusement of a useless dragon in crayola cartoon horse land.
- >You miss your mom. You miss your brother and your sister.
- >"Hey Spike?"
- "Yeah?"
- >"I fucking hate you. Just thought I should say that."
- "Noted."
- >You huff again.
- >Uh-oh.
- >Your legs straighten out and your propelled into an upright position by your raging boner.
- >You stand at attention. Or your penis is. In fact, this is the most attention its ever paid to anything. It may be the single most focused non-sentient entity in all of Equestria.
- >You marvel at its power.
- >Spike is staring at your battering ram, it straining against the mortal fabric of your pants
- >The spoon has fallen from his mouth
- >Fuck, this thing is really getting sore. This is no ordinary boner. It was just pure hardness, no actual arousal. Your testicles were jimmied as hell.
- >You're not really enjoying it at all. You had a laptop with 30 gigs of quality human pr0n on it, but the batteries died out six months ago. Research into an alternate power source were still ongoing.
- >You still need to get to a normal state
- >You REALLY didn't want twilight to find you like this
- >She might get the p0nies to steal your house again and banish you back to the field.
- >That creepy fucking field.
- >Your eyes scan the room.
- >This will only be remedied by sniffing something drastic
- >Fucking weird human allergic reactions
- >Spike is still staring at you, eating ice cream
- >You look at him
- >He looks at you
- >You launch yourself into the air screaming "HENSHIN A GO GO!" as he panics and scurries off.
- >Soon shelves are getting tipped over, books are being thrown around
- >but you snag the bastard
- >"Hahaha, got you, ya scaly fuck!"
- >He belches green flame
- >There is a sudden heat and the sound of your ass being hurled through a thousand ethereal doors and you slam against a cold stone floor, eyes closed and cursing the earth.
- "Anon."
- >Eyes open. Oh fuck. It's HER.
- >"Hello...Princess Celestia."
- "You shouldn't fight with Spike."
- >"But I have a boner and only he can fix it."
- >She looks at your Tower of Isengard.
- >You and your boner are quickly magicked back to the library.
- >You probably shouldn't have tried smelling her
- >But that doesn't matter, Spike is now struggling in your hands once gain, his face away form your body
- >You hold him close
- >"I need you, Spike."
- >The small dragon is kicking and screaming, but your superior human strength is no match for him.
- >"Only through joining can you relieve me."
- >SNORT!
- >Like...a thousand year old jolly rancher.
- >Your ceramite boner dissipates
- >You smile.
- >And once again find that you can't stop smiling.
- >"GOD EMPEROR DAMMIT!" You yell as you toss Spike away. He immediately scampers off into the second floor of the library.
- >The library entrance door opens
- >Oh fuck.
- >It's Twilight.
- >Oh no. Oh no. No. Nononononoonno. No.
- >"Hi" The library looks like a shit tornado paid a visit
- >She looks at you disapprovingly.
- "Did you smell my laundry?"
- >You nod. Your eyes speak of horrors untold. Your teeth look great, however.
- "HE WAS SMELLING ME"
- "Did you smell spike?"
- >You nod again.
- >She shakes her head and smiles softly, walking close to you.
- >Aw fuck, here it comes.
- "Sixth time this month, and you still haven't learned."
- >Maybe she'll banish you to the field. You really hope she'll banish you to the field.
- >She nuzzles you on the nose and giggles softly. You close you eyes and just hope its over quickly.
- "Your dumb sometimes, but it's kinda cute."
- >She kisses you once.
- >Your muscles relax.
- >She kisses you gain. Her lips are warm and they taste sweet, like...not quite like a thousand year old jolly rancher, but its still pretty banging. You kiss back, but only a little bit
- >The smile is gone, but you can feel the boner coming back.
- >You hate this monster that you've become. You really wish your laptop still worked. Honest to Celestia titties would be the best thing for you right now.
- >Twilight pulls away and rubs her head beneath your chin. Her mane is soft and smells like grape kool-aid
- >You missed kool-aid.
- "Now get out of here before I throw a pillowcase over your head."
- >You scurry home.
- >You lock the doors
- >You climb up onto your roof
- >And you scream blasphemies at Luna's moon for hours on end.
- >"STOP IT!" "LEAVE ME ALONE" "I WANT MY LAPTOP BACK!"
- >They don't listen, however. They never do. The p0nies think its funny, though.
- "Can you sing a song, Anon?
- "Your voice carries really well, Anon!"
- "Show us our cock, Anon!"
- >Once your larynx can take no more, you eventually make your way back downstairs and lock the doors to your room.
- >You throw your head into a pillow and cry, you cry spaghetti noodles and you just don't stop
- >You begin to masturbate furiously, proclaiming your hate for this world, for p0nies, and how they've turned you into a desperate monster.
- >Eventually your seed is wasted onto your bedsheets, which you toss into a corner. Fuck it, you'll just sleep on a bare mattress.
- >You hug your pillow close, sniffling lightly.
- >You hope you get to see Twilight again tomorrow.

