Don't Do Drugs Mmkay

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>Requesting SOMEONE write a one shot where anon had to deal with twilight who just took a hit of extacy.

 

...you know, I may regret this, but...

 

>day 173 in Equestria

>you've been living with adorkable Purplesmart at the treebrary

>tonight there's some kind of "rave"

>Pinkie Pie has prevailed upon Twilight to go to the party with her

>something about thinking she needed to get out more

>they invited you to attend too, as Twilight's "date"

>you get to the party

>it's LOUD

>there are flashing lights

>you wonder idly whether the flashing lights and amplified music are done electronically or magically

>the DJ is a cute little white unicorn wearing goggles

>it's all very adorable, but you don't like it

>you were never a party person back on Earth

>and this is loud, and disorienting, and kind of uncomfortable for you

>you don't like crowds

>you don't dance

>Pinkie Pie is gleefully bouncing all over the dance floor

>it does not surprise you that she likes this kind of thing

>Purplesmart, on the other hand, looks almost as uncomfortable as you feel

 

>"So," she says, staring at the floor. "I'm thirsty. Want some punch?"

"Thank you, but no."

>perhaps you are paranoid

>but you recall what "raves" were on Earth

>and their association with certain behaviors

>and you're not about to eat, drink, or otherwise consume anything anyone offers you here

>possibly this is unreasonable, you think to yourself

>Purplesmart returns with a paper cup of punch

>and Pinkie Pie comes bouncing over, with rather more of the whites of her eyes showing all the way around than normal, and a spastic rictus of a grin that shows all the teeth she has

>she's vibrating in place

>"So Twilight do you like the party huh? it's great with all the lights and the music and everything goes zoom!" she babbles, talking even faster than usual

>"hey Anoninoninon guess what I've got do you want some special rave stuff?"

>and hands you several suspicious looking pills and tablets, then zooms away

>you look at Twilight and raise an eyebrow

>"Oh, that Pinkie," she says, looking somewhat distracted

>you stare at the pills you were just given

>"Oh, what are those?" she asks.

"I'm sure I don't know. You might ask Pinkie."

 

>"Well," says Twilight, "I suppose she wouldn't offer us anything harmful. Want to try them?"

>you had not thought the nerdy little purple unicorn was into this kind of thing, and raise an eyebrow

"I don't know what they are. I don't put things in my mouth when I don't know what they are."

>"Not ever?"

"In the world I came from, there were certain things that were potentially dangerous, and I judge it best to avoid them."

>she smirks at you adorably

>"Just because your species evolved on a death-world, that doesn't mean everything you see is potentially lethal, you know."

>You look down and sigh.

"If you want them, here, take them. Let the record show that I recommended against this course of action, though."

>"So noted," she smirks at you. "In order to determine what they do, the empirical method requires testing them."

>And she gulps down all of them with the rest of the punch. "For science!"

"What about the control group?"

>"That's you," she smiles.

>And then she begins to bob her head up and down and dance.

>For some values of the word "dance." It's really quite the spectacle.

>Instinctively you move back to give her room.

>she's flailing her hooves and jumping up and down

>is this how pones dance?

>you look around

>it would appear that your companion for this evening has invented a set of dance steps all her own

 

>there is a pause in the music and the lights dim for a moment as the DJ changes records

>Twilight continues dancing for several seconds

>you walk over to her

>she's panting and she's really, really sweaty

>and her eyes are pointing in two different directions

"Are you feeling okay?"

>she grins maniacally and focuses one eye on you, then after a moment the second rotates in its socket to point at you as well

>"Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!" she squeaks out

"Hello."

>"I took these pills from Pinkie and the lights went zowie and everything went zoom whoosh and have you seen Anonymous no wait you're Anonymous but that's not true I know who you are and everything's so beautiful and it would be a great honor Anonymous a very great honor indeed if you would dance with me don't you like to dance do humans dance?" she jabbers out, sweat continuing to roll down her face and flanks

>and now that both her eyes are on you, you notice that her pupils are different sizes

"Can I get you some more punch? You look like you might be thirsty."

>"Oh yes I'm so thirsty so very thirsty could you please pretty please?"

>he is enunciating the syllables so rapidly that you wonder if she's in danger of chipping a tooth while she speaks

>you can barely understand her over the din

"I'll be right back."

>you make your way to the snack tables and bring her back another cup of punch

>but by the time you get back she's already dancing again

>you think

>she's bouncing up and down in place in a manner you normally associate with Pinkie

 

I should note here that I'm making this all up as I go along. Someone made a story request that appealed to my muse, and so my muse spoke to me.

 

>And this is how the night goes.

>You get occasional glimpses of Pinkie bouncing frantically in the distance here and there.

>You are a bit more concerned with Twilight, who is obviously fucked up out of her head on whatever that stuff was Pinkie gave her

>she's jumping and babbling incoherently with a huge smile on her face

>shooting purple magic sparks into the air with her horn to add to the light show

>she's sweating rivers and you keep bringing her punch to replace the lost fluids

>at least she appears to be having a good time

>after a few hours pones start leaving

>and Purplesmart appears to be starting to lose some steam

>which is possibly fortunate

>you aren't sure how long Ponyville would remain standing if she were like this all the time

>you also guess Pinkie is no stranger to whatever that stuff was, and can take care of herself

>but Twilight, on the other hand--

"Do you think we ought to call it a night?"

>her response is an enormous yawn

>her eyes remain glassy and derped, though

>"Anonymous? I think I need to lie down."

"Maybe we should go home."

>"Yeah, 's good idea."

>You walk towards the exit with her, your left hand on her withers. She smiles at your touch, though her gait is a bit unsteady.

>It's a chilly, windy autumn night. She's shivering a bit.

>As you walk back to the treebrary, you look up at the stars. They're bright tonight. You pick out Orion the Hunter low in the southern sky and remember that winter is coming.

>and to the left of Orion you see Monoceros, the Unicorn

>"Whatcha thinkin?" she asks, her speech a bit slurred. "Half a bit for ya thoughts?"

"Synchronicity."

>she looks up at you, obviously puzzled

"As above, so below."

>she looks up at you quizzically

>You point at the constellations.

"Orion, the man born of earth. And on his left, Monoceros, the unicorn."

>she smiles at you the rest of the way back home

 

>you arrive at the library that is also a tree

>or perhaps the tree that is also a library

>and she stumbles a bit going up the steps

"Do you want to take a shower before you go to bed?"

>"Nuh, no, just wan'..."

>and she trips

>and you pick her up and carry her upstairs to her room as she snuggles against your chest making little happy sounds

>and you turn down the bedcovers and put her on the bed

>and she surprises you by suddenly kissing you softly on the lips

"Pardon me?" is the best response you can come up with

>you are pretty sure you can guess what was in those pills

>you are pretty sure she's still out of her head on E

>and she's a cute gir-- um. pone.

>you're still trying to get used to the idea of living in a world of intelligent ponies yourself

>and this would be taking advantage of her, wouldn't it?

>you're not even sure she's of age, she sometimes acts more like a charmingly precocious little girl than an adult

>and you have mentally guessed her age at around sixteen, or the local equivalent

>you haven't asked

>and while you're standing there thinking she kisses you again, and grabs your hand and puts it on her belly

"Twilight, I"

>"Hush. Rub m' belly."

>you have your reservations

>but her belly is soft and fuzzy

>and it's not unpleasant, sort of like petting an appreciative cat

>well, except for the way she's moaning

>which makes you wonder if something else is happening

>yeah, the way she's looking at you now

 

>she's pulling your hand towards her girly bits with her magic

>you look down at her

>her eyes are glassy with lust

>well, no

>her eyes are glassy with the chemical cocktail she imbibed a few hours ago

"Twilight, are you sure about this?"

>"Don't ya wan' fuck me?" she asks, her words slurring

"You're very pretty. And you've always been a good friend to me, ever since I came here."

>her expression sours. "But?"

"But, I think maybe you're not thinking clearly right now, and I don't want to take advantage of you."

>"Jus' wanna, jush wan' fuck," she says. She scrunches her brows.

>"Don' unnerstand. Feels like estrus, but isn't m' season."

"That's probably because of the pills you took. And I wouldn't feel right about it. But we can talk about it in the morning."

>"Then 'least hold me. Please?"

>You lie beside her as best you can on her tiny pone-sized bed and put your arms around her.

>"Thanks, Anon."

>she does use her pony magic to move your hand down to her groin again

>which you sort of expected

>and you try not to think about what she's doing as she squirms against your fingers and moans for a few seconds

>you feel the bits moving about in a manner that reminds you that she may be female but not human

>you feel the gooey, slimy heat of her nether regions and she puts her whole body into rubbing herself against your fingers

>she moans wordlessly, then shudders and stops

>she cuddles against you more firmly and whispers "needed that. Thanks."

"You're welcome," you say, not quite sure if you're lying

>you clamp your jaw shut and control yourself. She's just a kid, really, and she's not sober

>it'd be wrong, you tell yourself

>It'd be wrong to roll her over and--

>you bite your tongue. Wrong.

>and her breathing becomes deep and regular

>you cover her with the blanket and wonder how much of this she'll recall when she wakes up

>you go to your room and sit down, contemplating the stars through a window

>you wonder if she's going to be sick in the morning

>it was an interesting day