>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
>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 cute, 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
>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 whoosh" she babbles, talking even faster than usual
>"hey Anoninoninon guess what I've got do you want some special rave candy?"
>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, and gulps down all of them with the rest of the punch.
>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
>and other pones are beginning to stare
>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
>you think
>she's bouncing up and down in place in a manner you normally associate with Pinkie
>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
"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 low in the southern sky and remember that winter is coming.
>and to the left of Orion you see Monoceros, the Unicorn
"Synchronicity," you say aloud.
>"Whatcha thinkin?" she asks, her speech a bit slurred. "Half a bit for ya thoughts?"
"As above, so below."
>she looks up at you quizzically
>You point at the constellations.
"Orion, the hunter born of earth. And on his left, Monokeros, 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
>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 wanna 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 her clitoris emerge and she puts her whole body into rubbing it 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 in the morning
>you go to your room and sit down, contemplating the stars through a window
>it was an interesting day