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Without further ado;
CHEM 102 – Ethanol in the Know
>Be Chemanon back in your lab.
>About a week had passed since the Nitric Acid incident.
>You were left wondering what the hell had happened during that entire trip.
>You’d previously been a little high from the fumes emanating from the compounds you work with, but what you saw was so surreal…
>It seemed like a complete world.
>With ponies.
>And sex.
>And magic.
>Bioanons would jizz at the sight of studying all the organisms that must inhabit this world.
>Physanons would probably marvel at the magic of levitation and teleportation.
>And you?
>What the hell is the chemistry that involves pissing nitric acid?
>And how the hell did it not completely fuck your urethra?
>The flower you had picked in that rave meadow had survived the last explosion, for some odd reason.
>You had placed it on a windowsill with some water, hoping it would still live.
>Thankfully, it seemed to survive under those conditions.
>It seemed to wilt a little, though.
>Probably because you uprooted it and it’s in a completely alternate dimension.
>The flower didn’t turn your piss into nitric acid anymore; you could safely touch it without no harm.
>It seems that the magical properties that once changed you in the pony world didn’t affect you back in the real world.
>Interesting…
>You contemplated sending the flower to the botanists that worked in the building next to yours.
>Maybe they could identify it and see if they can recognize it somehow.
>Hell, maybe you could collect samples of everything in that strange world!
>This could be a scientific breakthrough!
>Think of the Nobel Prizes you would win!
>Think of the fame!
>The fortune!
>The admiration from young scientists everywhere!
>Your name would go down in history as Chemanon, Pioneer of Alternate Dimensions!
>All of that was way too good for you to pass up.
>But…there were still issues.
 
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>Namely, the fact that most ponies will freak out at the sight of you.
>Probably.
>In addition, you didn’t know if estrus was still ongoing.
>For all you know, you could encounter that rapist bastard again.
>Then again, you could just stay in the woods.
>That’d probably be best.
>Well, but how would you return?
>Well, you could just carry a vial of nitric acid and ethanol in your pockets.
>Mix them up, return home.
>It worked once, right? It’ll probably work again.
>Yes... all this could lead to your success as the most groundbreaking chemist since Schrodinger himself!
>You had no question about it now. You had to go back to that world.
>You had to, regardless of the risks that you’d be taking.
>For the benefit of humankind!
>For science!
>God, that was cliché.
>You attempted to contain your excitement. You had to plan this trip methodically.
>What would you bring?
>Obviously, you’d bring a shitload of capped vials.
>You’d also probably bring a lot of plastic droppers.
>Bottles of water would be good.
>The nitric acid and the ethanol would have to be in separate vials, wrapped in cotton to make sure they don’t break.
>You REALLY don’t want to stick around that universe for too long. You’ve got shit to do back home.
>Granola bars are awesome snacks to take just in case you get peckish.
>This is a lot of shit to write down. You’d better make a list on your desktop.
>You’d better make the solution first.
>You took some nitric acid and ethanol, and poured them out into separate vials in the safety of your workbench.
>You slapped a cap on each, and put them in your lab coat pocket, before heading over to the desktop.
>Alright, let’s see what we need…
>2 hours later, you had a comprehensive digital list of everything you’d need.
>Food, water, vials, droppers, a compass, gloves, a notepad, pens, and a change of clothes should any magical shenanigans remove your own.
>Documenting all this would be essential so you could have proof when you announce your groundbreaking discovery.
 
 
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>You had placed all your shit in a particularly tough backpack, which would hopefully protect them from the initial explosion.
>Everything was ready.
>Wait…
>The lab coat.
>You had left it on the desk when the air conditioning in the lab had died out. The heat was unbearable.
>The fucking central air system’s older than Jesus.
>Then again, why walk to your desk again?
>You’ve got a rubber apron right here!
>Hell, it’s even specialized for hot environments!
>Why you even bought one, you don’t even know.
>You’re a medicinal chemist, not a fucking explosives expert.
>Regardless, you don the heavy rubber apron and prepare your anus for another blinding explosion.
>You take a dropper and fill it up all the way with 98% ethanol from the storage vial.
>That’s roughly 10mL.
>Hopefully this reaction works in a smaller scale.
>You’re doing this all in the lab bench you did it last time.
>You have to maintain consistency, of course.
>You drip that inside a beaker you had set out for just this process.
>Here comes the good part.
>You discard the glass dropper into its proper receptacle, grabbing a fresh one to extract the nitric acid with.
>You stick the glass dropper in the compound, and extract another 10 mL from the storage flask.
>It’s time.
>You squeeze the dropper, so its contents would mix with the ethanol and create that heavenly blast that would sweep you to the first step of scientific glory.
>You close your eyes to avoid being blinded from the crazy amount of light, since the reaction is almost instant.
>The heat from the reaction is intense; you can feel it punch your abdomen for about a split second.
>You know it hurts, but you do it for science.
>Soon enough, you stop feeling the heat and begin to feel a humid atmosphere.
>It’s a familiar atmosphere.
>You open your eyes and there it is.
>The forest you were in before.
>Sweet lord, you made it.
>No time to celebrate. It’s time to collect samples.
>You remove your rubber apron, which was now slightly blackened from the explosion.
 
 
 
 
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>Goddamn, that was hot.
>You store it in your backpack, which only took minimal damage.
>Well, nothing to do but start collecting samples.
>With your bare hands, you study the green foliage under your feet.
>That is, the ones that weren’t charred by your entrance.
>It looks like ordinary grass.
>It feels like ordinary grass.
>It smells like ordinary grass.
>Could it be just grass?
>You can’t be sure. It might have the next cancer cure or something.
>You open your backpack, and remove a vial and its respective cap.
>You take a blade of this flora and place it inside the vial.
>Quickly, you seal it and place it back inside your backpack.
>Groundbreaking discovery one: Check.
>Wait…
>What about the dirt?
>You look at your feet, marveling the ground.
>Sure, it could just be dirt.
>Better safe than sorry, so…
>Into a vial it goes.
>Groundbreaking discovery two: Check.
>You could just stay in this area and study the trees, animals and things around you.
>Then again, you’re breaking paradigms here.
>You know you saw that purple pony do magic.
>Her name was Twibright or something, right?
>You can’t really be bothered to remember, to be honest; everything had been so surreal, that you didn’t even think to remember.
>You barely remember your yellow stalker’s name.
>Not important now, anyways.
>You have tons of things to explore.
>Starting back at that hut would probably be your best bet to get your bearings.
>Now, if only you had marked your path last time, finding it would be a whole lot easier.
>You take a look at the assortment of trees around you.
>No real way of determining direction in these conditions.
>Guess it’s time for the Eemeemi method.
>A method that was taught to you by one of the most experienced archaeologists in the world.
>That man told you that he always used that method when he was hopelessly lost.
>It works almost all the time.
>Might as well use it.
>You close your eyes, and start spinning around with a finger extended in front of you.
>Eenie.
>Meenie.
>Minie.
>Wait a second…
 
 
 
 
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>What the hell are you doing, Anon? You brought a fucking compass for a reason.
>You’re a scientist, you should remember these things.
>Jackass.
>You take a little time to recover from your twirling about.
>You open your bag, and quickly extract the compass from the mess of glass vials and other useful shit that you packed.
>The compass is…
>Spinning around like you after a couple of shots.
>Did you grab a portable fan or something?
>Guess that’s useless, yet quite an interesting phenomena.
>Well, guess it’s back to basics.
>You close your eyes and extend your finger again.
>Eenie.
>Meenie.
>Minie.
>”Anon?”
>Fuck, what now?
>You open your eyes, trying to shake off the dizzy feeling from your pathfinding.
>Oh god, it better not be that Flustershy pony.
>Aaaaand there she is.
>”Is that really you?”
>She steps out from behind one of the trees in the small clearing.
>How long had she been there?
>She’s much more apprehensive with each step this time; as if every movement costs her greatly.
>A lot different than that rapey poney you saw a week ago.
>Might as well make the first move instead.
“Hey…”
>”Hey…”
>The awkward silence hung about us uncomfortably.
>What was wrong with her?
>”I’m sorry, Anon…”
>An apology? That’s strange.
>You thought you were dealing with a sexually charged pony, not a decent one.
“What do you mean, Flustershy?”
>She gasped at the name, and kneeled down, placing her head on the ground.
>You could hear her starting to whimper.
>What have you fucked up this time?
>”Anon… you really do hate me now, don’t you?”
>Hate her? Maybe you might feel disgusted at her appearance.
>Maybe slight arousal at how persistent she is.
>But never hate.
>”I should be thankful you at least remember part of my name.”
>A small drop dripped down from her head, making quick contact with the charred black pastures of the clearing.
>”Anon… I wasn’t myself when you saw me. That isn’t the pony I’m meant to be. That was nothing but a twisted, sick, sexually-depraved pony.”
 
 
 
 
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>You could feel a mixture of repulsion and guilt rising up from your chest.
>Truly, what you had seen that day was disgusting.
>But, was it really her?
>You could see more tears drip from her face. It seemed like each one made her yelp silently…
>Like something slamming itself inside her, trying to get out.
>”Please, Anon. I know I tried to offer myself to you so many times. I know you were disgusted at all my advances. I know you feel no remorse at pushing me away and burning both my face and my heart. I understand that.”
>She raised her head, as you finally took a good look at her face.
>Your acid from your interesting escape had scarred her; a yellow pallet corrupted by red drop-like burn marks on her face was the evidence left behind from her past.
>You could now firmly believe what happened was true.
>However, did that really make you feel any better?
>Her tears slid down their forehead, and caused her to wince in pain upon grazing the small patches of irritated skin.
>”But please; le-et me try again. Let me make it up to you. Let me show you that I’m more than just Flutterape, the element of remorse.”
>She tried to smile as much as she could, regardless of the pain she would endure upon attempting such a task.
>”Let me show you Fluttershy, the element of kindness.”
>You can’t take it.
>She’s being sincere.
>You can just feel it.
>You really can’t hold back your own tears much longer.
>She’s probably been tearing herself apart every hour of every day.
>The scars mock her every time she looks in the mirror.
>You need to right this wrong.
>You took a step, growing closer to her kneeling body; her eyes follow your gaze, as if begging for mercy.
>You knelt down, making sure your eyes were at level with her own.
>Her breath smelled of strong mint.
>Interesting.
“Fluttershy.”
>She sniffles, as her eyes stare straight into your own emotional weakness.
>Her eyes plead for forgiveness.
>For your caring.
>For your love.
 
 
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“You want me to forgive you?”
>Her eyes lit up with a small spark of hope upon you uttering those words.
>”Ple-ease…”
>There’s only one thing you can think of to try and comfort her.
>The universal symbol of love and appreciation.
>You extend your arms, wrapping them around her folded up wings, and clutch her tightly against your chest.
>She buries her head in your shirt, as her whimpers and tears turn to sobs and laments.
>”I-I-I’m s-so sorry, Anon!”
>You hold her closer still, letting her tears stain the shirt you wore this day.
>You could probably hang around here for a little while.
>Until she calms down and lets me know about her true ways of acting.
>About the true ways of kindness.
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>Be Fluttershy, two hours before venturing off for feels-inducing scenario.
>You couldn’t take your mind off Anon and that succulent, raging cock of his.
>Your hooves were already tired from all the masturbation.
>Not to mention the broken dildo you had to replace from the… enthusiastic use you’ve been giving it these last few days.
>Anon grabbing your ass was, by far, one of the most arousing things you’d ever experienced.
>It was like some sort of nirvana.
>Not to mention, a new type of animal!
>It can talk!
>It can think!
>Best of all, though,
> It can fuck you.
>Angel was too small a thing to even do anything to you, and the other animals had their own partners.
>Even Mr. Bear had a Mrs. Bear back in the forest, as you found out when you followed him back to his home for some late-night action.
>Man, that was disappointing.
>It took every single ounce of your courage to even speak to Anon.
>Estrus helped a lot by clouding your usual shy nature with the standard primal lust you get when you need someone.
>You’d prepared to venture out of the forest each day, hoping to find Anon lost somewhere in the woods.
>Eventually, you thought to ask Zecora for information.
>Questioning her led you to the poison joke field you explored a long time ago.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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>After finding that out, you made sure to comb through the nearby areas to see if you could spot him.
>Maybe he’ll be more willing to try something with you this time.
>Maybe you could convince him.
>Maybe he’ll love you like no other creature did.
>You knew he’d be back; he knows about science.
>That meant, hopefully, he had a similar attitude to Twilight. And if Anon is anything like Twilight, then he’ll be back to explore this world.
>Of course, now you don’t have the advantage of being sexually charged anymore.
>However, there was something else you could do to help with your crippling shyness…
>Booze.
>Lots of it.
>You could handle your booze reasonably well. At worst, it made you stutter your words.
>You owe that to Rainbow Dash and her attempts at “toughening” you up.
>You pour out a shot of mint-flavored, overproofed Vodka in a small cup, getting ready to gain liquid confidence.
>Down the hatch it goes.
>Down… oh, you’ll go down, alright.
>Directly onto Anon’s dick.
>And you’d look at him, and he’d have a scared, petrified face…
>Wait, what?
>No, he wouldn’t. He’d enjoy it!
>Wouldn’t he?
>You need another shot.
>You pour yourself another cup of vodka in the same cup.
>In you go, sweet confidence.
>It’s not the only thing that’s going inside tonight…
>Even though he’d probably recoil at the sight of you.
>How could you scare him off so easily?
>What was wrong with you?
>Did you really come on that strong?
>Did it turn him off that much?
>You can’t think about this.
>Third time’s the charm when it comes to shots.
>You repeat the routine once more, downing the shot like you would his semen.
>You’d do anything for Anon.
>Would he do anything for you, though?
>What would he do for you?
>Have you made him believe you represent your element?
>You turn around to look at your cutie mark.
>Three pink butterflies, representing kindness with animals.
>Anon is sort of an animal, isn’t he?
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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>He’s certainly not a pony.
>What kind of element are you when you rape your dearest animal friends on sight?
>How could be fit to call yourself kind?
>Screw it; it’s time to look for him.
>But first, one more shot of that sweet mint vodka.
>You pour one last shot, downing it in a flash.
>You step out of your cottage, doing your best to stay on all fours.
>It takes much more effort to stand, but you know it’ll be worth it.
>You know the booze will help you win him over.
>But will it quench the guilt inside?
>All of that flowed through your mind as you stepped into the Everfree forest to search for your star-crossed lover.