Title: Explosive(Not really) Relationships [RGRE] [WIP] Author: CoolKids Pastebin link: http://pastebin.com/ewvF04fJ First Edit: Sunday 10th of July 2016 09:26:33 PM CDT Last Edit: Last edit on: Sunday 10th of July 2016 09:31:05 PM CDT >You feel like garbage "Augh...Damn." >Your head throbs as you blink the sleep out of your eyes >What happened last night? >You look around, and you're glad to find that you're at least in a bed >Your bed >...The best bed >Shit, you're tired >You vaguely remember downing an entire bottle of Gryphonian whiskey...and that's it >Screw it, you'll find out later >You pull off the covers and sit upright to stretch, joints popping as you go through a range of motions >Oooh, that's good >Aaaand judging by how much it stings to try looking out of your window, it should be midday at this point >Whatever, it's a day off anyways >With much effort, you drag yourself out of bed and make way for the kitchen >Coffee's just a bunch of bullshit; what you need is time... >... >...and a lot of water >Yeah, you're going right back to sleep after this >"Mrrrrrr." >The hell was that? >You turn to the noise and find a little pone on your couch >A pretty one, too >Pegasus, little shell with a fuse for her butt mark, 9/9 would buy as a plushy >The mare's all tuckered out, and she kicks her hoofsies every once in a while >She doesn't snore, and instead mumbles something about donuts every once in a while in sleep >Wow, that's cute >But the question is: How did she get here, on your couch? >You try again to remember more of what happened --- >'Eat my ass, Big Mac, ya fruity bastard! I'll show what I can do with this pineap-' --- >Yeah that's enough of last night >So, there's a mystery mare on your couch, and you have a half-day to burn >Think, Anon >If you're the chick who was completely smashed last night and woke up finding a qt3.14 on your couch, what would you do? >Play victim? >No, that's too fucked up >Yell at him to get out? >But you can't bring yourself to scream at the little horsey >Snuggle with him? >Ehh, that sounds about right >You slowly sit down on the couch and bring the mare onto your lap and entangle her in your arms >Japanese schoogirls, Batman, she's soft >Burying your face into her mane, you take a whiff >Huh >She smells like a bakery for some reason: Like bread fresh out of an oven with other hints of sweetness >Well, then again, you don't see any oceans near Ponyville, so maybe that's where she works >"Huh whuh?" >Oh, she woke up   >As of right now, you are the definition of regret >Mare, why did you get drunk last night? >Ugh, you probably did something dumb while sloshed- you do stupid things everyday even without alcohol >Wait >Why are you so...comfy right now? >You wriggle around, and there's something wrapped around you >As much as that evidence leads you to believing you ended up in Minuette's dungeon again, her meat locker isn't this warm >And it definitely doesn't breathe on your head >Oh no >It's much worse >You crack open one eye, expecting to see some spooky scares >Except there wasn't any "Huh whuh?" >It's a regular living room- no whips or hot wax whatsoever, no ma'am >The bondage on you is just...limbs >And that means...you're next to a colt >Nevermind, it got worser >Because that means you did a bad >Lil' Sea Shell went out and bedded a colt! >Most likely against his consent! >"Morning." >HE STILL DOESN'T REMEMBER! QUICK! EXPLAIN YOURSELF WHILE BEING SMOOTH AS A CUCUMBER! "AH, BU-BUH, ERM EHHH-" >THAT'S THE COMPLETE OPPOSITE OF EXPLAINING YOURSELF! >"Woah, there. You alright?" "I-AHH I'M SORRY I WAS ALIVE I'LL GET THE NEAREST NIPPONE STEEL TO COMMIT SUDOKU-" >And then everything stopped >Because it feels like Elysium behind your ears "Sweet strawberry jam, that feels good." >"Mmhmm." >Whatever that colt's doing, it's helping you relax >And you want more >"All calmed down now?" "Err, yeah. I think." >"Good." >The good feeling stopped, and you whine in protest >He chuckles at your frustration >"There'll be more later. Now, let's figure out what happened last night together."