- The following takes place between "Fresh From the Oven" (http://pastebin.com/Srumap6f) and "Under Pressure" (http://pastebin.com/QBpa4grZ)
- >You ran back to your shack after you left Derpy's house.
- >There is something seriously wrong with you.
- >You know what you're doing is terrible.
- >But it's also so...
- >Fun.
- >You sit inside your shack, waiting.
- >But nothing happens.
- >Walking into your kitchen, you grab a few bottles of hard cider.
- >You quickly down a few.
- >With a good buzz going on, you decide to go to sleep.
- >You are pulled from your sleep the next morning by loud knocking at your door.
- >Oh shit
- >Oh fuck
- >You are so screwed.
- >"Anonymous! Open up!"
- >Wait. You know that voice.
- >You walk from your bedroom to the door and open it.
- "Oh. Hey, Scootaloo."
- ----
- >Scootaloo came to visit every now and then.
- >You're not really sure why.
- >You think it's partly because you're so weird and foreign, that someone as young as her would be interested in you.
- >But it's mostly because she wants your food.
- >You don't think she has a home.
- >"So what's up with you today?"
- >You're emotionally tormented and slightly hungover.
- "I'm fine."
- >She looks around your kitchen.
- >"Already eat breakfast?"
- >She looks like she's trying not to show disappointment.
- "I haven't had any yet. Let me get changed and I'll make something for us."
- >She perks up.
- >"Awesome! Can I have a soda while I wait?"
- "Sure," you reply through a yawn. "Knock yourself out."
- >You wake up from a clatter in your kitchen.
- >Fuck. You must have sat down on your bed and went back to sleep.
- >Looking at the sun out the window, you estimate you've been out maybe a half hour.
- >So what's Scootaloo doing?
- >She must have gotten tired of waiting and is trying to make the food herself.
- >You rush into the kitchen, expecting a fire and food everywhere.
- >Instead you see Scootaloo bumbling around the room, with empty bottles over the floor.
- >Wait a minute.
- >This isn't soda.
- >She got into your cider.
- ----
- >She turns and sees you in the doorway.
- >"Anomomous! I feel funny!" She slurs.
- >Wow, she's completely trashed.
- >"Wha... whas goin on?"
- >She retches.
- >You quickly grab her and take her outside.
- >She's sick all over your walkway, but it's better than your kitchen floor.
- >Deciding you can't just leave her like this, you take her inside and lay her on your bed.
- >You bring her a glass of water.
- >She's so wasted she can't even hold the glass on her own.
- >"Thank youuuuu." She slurs, then starts laughing.
- >Laugh it up, kid. You won't find it so funny when the hangover hits.
- >"You're a... good friend, you know? One of my only friends."
- >She starts to sniffle.
- >Oh boy.
- >You gently put your hand on her hoof.
- >You want to say something to make her feel better, but you really can't think of anything.
- >This will do.
- >"You know, Amomous, I've always kind of liked you."
- >What.
- >"You're kind of cute for a alien."
- >What.
- >She drunkenly climbs to her feet and tries to strike a sexy pose. She's wobbling everywhere.
- >She's been watching Rainbow Dash far too much.
- >"Like what you see?"
- ----
- >What are these kids learning nowadays?
- >With a sigh, you pick her up, and tuck her back into your bed.
- "Go to sleep."
- >She doesn't seem happy about it.
- >But you sit and gently stroke her mane, and soon enough, she's out like a light.
- >Time to clean up the kitchen.
- >It's not too bad.
- >A few empty bottles of cider, and a few things knocked askew.
- >It only takes a few minutes.
- >A few hours later, you hear a loud groan from your room.
- >A few seconds later, a disheveled Scootaloo stumbles out.
- >"What happened? My head hurts and I feel sick."
- "You got into my cider."
- >She looks down, ashamed.
- >"I'm really sorry."
- "Don't worry about it. I just hope you learned a lesson from this."
- >"Yeah. I'm never drinking again!"
- >You pour her a glass of water.
- "Here, this'll help."
- >She chugs the glass.
- >"What do I do now?"
- "Go home and rest. Drink lots of water. That's all you can really do."
- >She walks out your door and down the path.
- >She turns around.
- >"Thank you, Anonymous. You're a good friend."
- >You smile.
- END.
- Not really.
- >God damn it.
- >You TRY to be a good person, really.
- >But then shit like this happens.
- >You snatch her off the bed and kiss her.
- >She emits a surprised squeal, but does her best to return it.
- >She really has no idea what she's doing.
- >Breaking the kiss, you set her down on the bed.
- >You run your hand down her back and over her flank, causing her to shiver.
- >Tracing your fingers under her tail, you find your quickly moistening target.
- >She lets out a gasp as you enter her with your middle finger.
- >You begin to twist your finger around inside her.
- >Her front legs give out and she gives a shuddering moan.
- >As you slowly work your finger inside her, her gasps and moans become louder and more frequent.
- >Finally, she stiffens and contracts around your finger as she climaxes.
- >She collapses to the bed, her breathing heavy.
- >Ok.
- >Your turn.
- ----
- >You pull your erection through your boxers.
- >Scootaloo stares at it in drunken awe.
- >You flip her over onto her back and pull her underneath you.
- >She lets out a moan as you rub the tip against her slit.
- >You slowly push inside her.
- >"Ow..."
- >Damn she's tight.
- >You slowly inch your way in.
- >"Ow... that hurts, Anomnous..."
- "Shhhh."
- >She stops her protests, but continues to squirm and writhe underneath you.
- >It's a good thing she's drunk, or she'd probably be screaming bloody murder.
- >It's just as well, really.
- >She's so tight you can barely get more than the tip inside her.
- >You reach your climax quickly.
- >You clean her up, and get dressed.
- >It's only about a fifteen minute walk to the CMC clubhouse.
- >You carry her there and lay her on the ground beside it.
- >She should be fine, there.
- REAL END
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