Pone Prison #50: FUCK edition

I'm going to start from where I stopped posting in this thread.
Also while I would like to write more often I've just scored a job as a chemist so I've got less time than ever fma
Anyway if the thread dies again, which it totally will, I'll just make it again when I have a backlog of prison green to post consistently over a few days like I've been doing with my sci-fi AiE green.

>Finally reaching the library’s theatre you meet up with your herd mares milling around the foyer, speaking to Platinum
>The minotaur was dressed in some spandex leotard thing and god damn she was banging in that thing
>Sleek tight body rippling with muscles and breasts just barely contained within her costume
>Fu-uck!
>Shear looks up and greets you by hugging your leg
“How’d it go with the changelings? Ugh, you reek of them! We’ve got to fix that.”
>”Things were strange, but I gave them the tickets. I don’t think they’ll make it by the look of them. Also what?”
>Before you know it you’re swamped by little ponies, rubbing their scents upon you
>You never really knew horses were so smell sensitive, or that they scent marked
>Actually you knew stallions did, but like most things back on earth that was just with their own piss
>God Earth was gross
>Shear looks back up to you
“You don’t think they’ll make it? Are they okay?”
>”They’re just feeling a little bloated.”
“I don’t know how you can tolerate those bugs Nonny. I’ve heard such terrible stories from the other guards.” Adds Silver
>”They aren’t too bad trust me. If you look past their abrasive speech and manners they’re just as cute and harmless as you guys.”
>Ember shakes her head
“You think everything here is cute don’t you?”
>”Something like that.”
“Well they’re black suits for a reason. So you better watch yourself.”
>”I’ll be sure.”

>>29026216
>”So Platinum, feeling nervous?”
>Your minotaur friend pushes out her chest in boast
“I never feel nervous! I am unstoppable!”
>”Damn straight! You’re going to smash it!”
“You know exactly what to say Anon.” She says with a grin
>”So when’s this thing start?”
>She blinks back sudden surprise
“Shoot that’s what I forgot, I shoulda been back stage two minutes ago! I’ll catch you guys later.”
>Without waiting for a goodbye she sprints away, her tight new outfit revealing a formerly unknown ass of world destroying capability
>Smooth, round, firm, well-shaped and toned
>For the first time you’d found a reason to regret forming a pony based herd
>Or, at least your penis had
>With Platinum running off the five of you file into the theatre’s seating and find your place, Ember taking her position on your lap as agreed
>Behind you were five empty seats for the sisters, further behind that sat Cookies ‘n’ cream, decked out in full riot gear
>They were treating the changelings being out as a very serious thing it would seem, but would they actually turn up?
>Before you know it the lights dim and the stage flares to life
>The show was about to begin
>Ember snuggles up close to you in the darkness and Shear’s hooves pull one of your arms away in a permanent embrace, resting her head against it as she watched
>The sounds of a piano begin echoing around the room as several dancers leap onto the stage
>It was four ponies and, you think, two breezies or two puff balls rhythmically floating around
>They start out on all fours then stand upon their hind legs, strutting about the place perfectly on balance
>Judging by the cheering from the crowd it was pretty damn impressive
“Oh my. They are good aren’t they?” Whispers Soft Cotton though the darkness
>That sounded way too close for where she should be sitting
>Looking down you find Cotton had managed to sneak her way beside Ember without you even noticing

>>29026220
>A combination of super light and super soft made her near impossible to detect
>”You’d make a fantastic pickpocket in another life you sneaky bird.”
>She elbows your gut
“You’re a bird.” She says angrily
>Right, no more bird, must be an insult or something
>Something bat-like leans against your side from her chair
>Figures you’d end up with them trying to clamber all over you
>To think just a few nights ago they’d have wet themselves from embarrassment doing something like this
>Excellent, you were perverting them in the least perverted way: cuddles
>You did have to admit that in some part their overly vulgar actions were driven by a competition for your affection
>Not that you were complaining, you just wouldn’t want any of them getting a reputation
>So long as the lights stay off it should be fine
>The ponies on stage step up their game as they begin to cartwheel around just as a troop of minotaur, Platinum included, dive out from behind the curtain and grab the ponies, carelessly tossing them around
>They flip and twirl in the air as they soar from minotaur to minotaur
>Honestly this was more of an acrobatics display than a dance show
>Just when you think things can’t get much better a mare and stallion emerge together, breaking out into a duet about city living, dancing all the while
>Okay then, this was more of a musical type thing
>A creek from behind alerts you to the theatre doors opening
>Five, sleek and considerably slimmer, very smug and satisfied looking Changelings stroll through and take their seats behind you, causing Cookies to stiffen and stand to attention
>What in the fresh hell did they do with all that junk in their trunks from before?
>In answer to your thoughts Chytera leans over your shoulder and drops a fist sized pink hued jelly sac into your hand
“A gift, concentrated emotion in a form edible to you physical matter consumers, from our earlier… engagement.”

>>29026223
>So they can remove emotion from their bodies?
>It would have to be for later consumption
>Such a nifty evolutionary trait
>”Thanks, I’ll be sure to give it a try.”
“It is most rich, your feelings are so pure and direct Anonymous, you should be proud.”
>After her odd compliment you certainly where, but judging by her sneaky grin she’d just said that to get herself a snack
>”Thanks? I hope you girls enjoy the show.”
>You direct your attention back to the stage while tearing off a chunk of jelly sac
>The singing had stopped and there were now three groups of backup dancer ponies gyrating their way around Platinum and some other minotaur
>The two of whom were engaged in some odd freestyle dance battle as hardcore beat overlaid to someone rapping played in the background
>Appropriately the lyrics being sung were absurdly clean
>Just stuff about picking up litter and being a good pony
>Platinum had also added a some additions to her costume, a few frills and the like giving her a bit of modesty
>She wouldn’t care how she was dressed though
>Blaze had told you back in their home lands Minotaur’s were as naked as ponies and Platinum was a girl true to her country
>God there’s an entire nation of heaving minotits in this world
>You should visit with your family some time
>Popping the jelly lump into your mouth leaves you wanting more
>The taste was divine! So rich and smooth, it coated your insides with that good nooch and left you feeling rejuvenated
>Wasting no time you take off another piece and stuff it in your mouth
>Knowing you’d soon devour the entire thing you break it up into equal –ish parts and distribute it around

>>29026227
>No one questioned the odd treat you’d provided but there was a universal request for more
>Thankfully you still had spare pudding cups to satiate your ravenous mares
>The show goes on
>You catch a few choice quotes about “dancing even if your friends don’t want to” and never dancing again due to “guilty feet having no rhythm” but you were honestly have a hard time focussing on the going ons of the stage
>Four little ponies vying for your attention was fucking distracting
>Shear’s initial gentle embrace of your arm had become a circulation restricting death grip
>Silver was no longer resting her head against your upper arm but was persistently attempting to climb over the seats to join you
>The one thing preventing her from achieving this particular goal was Ember, who was refusing to budge from her own position snuggled up against you
>Not that she had much room with Soft Cotton encroaching on her territory already
>You hadn’t noticed ‘til now but she’d been extending her wings in an effort to push Ember further away
>”Come on guys, calm your farms. Cotton put your wings away, Ember make room for Silver so she stops, and Shear can you please loosen your grip?”
>They begrudgingly accept your orders, aside from Shear who complains about being the only pony not sitting with you
>With very little space left she accepts sitting on the armrest with your arm wrapped around her
>”This was inevitable wasn’t it?”
>Cotton answers you with a question
“Can you rub our backs while we watch?”
>”You girls are already getting spoilt.”

>>29026230
>You comply of course, there was no refusing them, no wonder they’re getting spoilt
>You’re unsure if ponies could purr but they were trying their best as your hand moved back and forth between them
>You were a few minutes deep when you felt a light tapping on your shoulder
>Chytera’s head pokes over and looks at you hungrily, the action causing Cookies to draw her baton
“Anonymous do you mind if-
>”Go ahead.” You answer, already knowing what she wanted
>What you wanted was to know what in the hell they needed so much food for?
>Were you spoiling them too? Fuckin’… aye? Yeah probably
“You are the kindest individual we’ve encountered Anonymous.”
>She leans back, vanishing from view
>You can hear quiet groans now coming from behind and in front of you
>Back on stage Platinum prances around with Ebony from the fight club
>From what you could gather thus far the story associated with their show had been about a legendary prisoner starting a multi-cultural herd, protecting the world from a naughty scientist pony
>It was some good shit
>With Shear in your arm you pick up one of her hooves and give it a squeeze
>She meeps meekly at your touch
>Honestly you’d have thought after everything you’d done to this poor pony a little hoof holding would be nothing
>Yet as you move your thumb around the base of her hoof the meep becomes a series of stifled whimpers

>>29026232
>”Are you feeling alright Shear?”
>You make out a hurried nod in the dim light
>A realisation dawns upon you when you feel Silver’s wings stiffening ever so slightly every time you stroke her back
>Wings for pegasi, the horn for unicorns, so the hoof must be the Earth ponies overly sensitive appendage
>Strange considering Shear crushed rocks with hers
>It was good to know, and explained why she was so shy around you after washing her hooves during the gardening club
>So you squeeze, squish and rub her little hoofsies, which, to your utmost surprise, relax and soften to the point of near marshmallowy goodness
>As she grows accustomed to your continual contact she manages to take control of her whimpers and silences herself, snuggling against you, as if attempting to fuse your bodies
>”Shear your pushing a little hard.”
”… Sorry Anon.” She replies, push against you harder than before and not budging an inch
>Yeah that’s about what you expected
>You’d also taken note of the changeling sister’s awkward shuffling from the change in emotion Shear was giving off
>It truly must be a nightmare having to deal with those kinds of feelings
>You were horny enough on your own as it was, you didn’t need everyone else’s arousal being shoved in your face
>You take a peek at the mares behind you
>They were looking a little chubbier but nothing like before
>Probably because you no longer had some magic ass flower fuelling your spirit
>Having become distracted from the show somewhat you look about the seats to try and spot anyone else you knew

>>29026239
>An easy spot was Blaze, his golden scales reflecting the stage light into millions of twinkling stars, eyes red as Satan’s arsehole
>You could also make out Goldfeather, Seed Song and-
“Ghale? What are you doing here?” asks Silver to the darkness
>What? Who?
>”Silver are you alright?”
“Aye she’s alright lad.” Comes a gruff, yet tiny and squeaky voice
>”Did anyone else hear that?”
“Of course they did! Over ‘ere you nonce!”
>Following the sound of the voice you discover a tiny Breezie frantically waving her hoof
>”Oh, sorry.”
“It’s fine lad, happens all the time.” The figurine sized Scottish horse replies
“So what are you doing here Ghale?” Asks Silver for a second time
“I was just goin’ to the little mare’s room, until I saw you damn near dry humping this hunk here.” She says, floating up and rubbing herself against your ear
>Oh my
>The girls look aghast, both Silver and Cotton hiding beneath their wings to avoid the embarrassment at having been caught in such a “lewd” situation
>But they’re put to ease by Ghale’s, well, gales of laughter
“Ah’m only kiddin’ ‘round. Ya should know he’s not really my type. He’s just a little too… continental in size.”
“But come on, two of the top ranking prison staff should really know better than to consort with a black suit inmate.” She continues with a giggle
“Shut up Ghale!” Silver hisses out from between her leathery wings
>She does… momentarily, unable to contain herself when spying Shear’s hoof within your clasped hand
“Oh-ho-ho, what do we have ‘ere? Bet none of you knew your friend was getting ‘er hooves massaged?”
>Cheeky little puffball

>>29026244
>Everyone peers through the darkness at Shear’s hoof in your hand, a hoof which quickly retracts itself as she dives back into her own chair, cowering from the incredible humiliation at having been caught out
>Ghale breaks down in cackles while the other mare’s look away in discomfort
“You should move on Ghale.” Silver suggests, or rather instructs by the tone of her voice
“Aye, aye, I’ve had my fun. Who doesn’t enjoy a good snuggle every now and again?”
>With that the fairy pony flits out of view
>”Come back over here Shear, I was just holding your hoof, there’s nothing wrong with that.”
>The ponies in your lap stiffened when you said that, the thought of holding hooves being normal irking them
>Shear stay’s huddled in the dark so you reach out and grab the meek creature
>”You know I can’t resist when you’re being adorable.” You say, rubbing your cheek against hers as she struggles to escape back to her corner
>Everyone else goes back to watching the show, content with Ghale’s departure and your hand resuming its petting
>Shear wasn’t to escape though and soon enough finds her hoof being gently rubbed between your fingers once more
>Nothing gave you more pleasure than the soft lewd moans of a pony being pet
>Sounds of scuffing from behind and the doors creaking open once more has you turning around to inspect
>The sisters had gotten up and were exiting the theatre, their once smooth flanks now jiggling with each step
>Looks like the fatties are full

>>29026245
>They could have at least watched the show to the end
>They didn’t miss out on much though, as before you know it everyone’s on stage bowing as the crowd cheers and stamps in applause
>The show had come to an end

<| °_° |>

>You milled around the foyer of the theatre, nibbling on a few of the finger… err, hoof-foods strewn about the tables
>The show was over, but it was just the beginning of your night
>You had an after party invite that wasn’t going to waste
>As she’d said she would Ember Heart left shortly after the show to meet up with Dr. Witlick for his shindig
>Before she escaped you grabbed her in an embrace and gave her muzzle a kiss, causing a soft pink to rise in her white cheeks and making several witnesses pale as they looked away in embarrassment
>Now you were awaiting Platinum’s return from back stage so you could get your jam on
>Before you know it she comes bustling up from behind, once again dressed in her typical baggy pants with her chest tightly wrapped in a strip of cloth
“Are you guys ready to rock and roll?” She asks excitedly
>”Damn right. I’m thrilled to see how your parties compare to back home. Plus you said there’d be drinks.”
“Apple acres cider is strong stuff Anon, you better watch yourself.”
>Last time you checked around here drinking black coffee was the equivalent of eating coal paste, so you doubt you’d have a problem with their alcohol
>”I think I’ll be fine Platinum.”
“Well? Come one guys!” She shouts while bounding away
>Your small herd moves out

<| °_° |>

>Following Platinum’s lead takes you to the rec centre
>Inside were many of the other dancer’s and their invites
>A strange upbeat electro tune played dimly in the background, providing an adequate backing to the cluster of dancing creatures
>Balloons gently listed through the air, occasionally gaining a burst in kinetic energy as a hoof or paw swats at them

>>29026248
>Several buffets lined the walls, large punch bowls of cider upon each along with a veritable feast of food
>You did note the distinct lack of meat
>Finally in every corner of the room was a small lounge area with fluffy and enticing couches, several floating gas lamps orbited around the space, providing a dim light to the lounge
>Platinum splays her arms and twirls in place
“Come on guys, go enjoy yourselves, eat, drink and be mare-y.”
>”With gusto.” You reply, already heading to that sweet dependency nectar
>Your mares follow and you pour out a cup each
>”You girls have drunk alcohol before yeah?”
>They all nod
“Anon I was young once /and/ went to university, what do you think?” Cotton asks rhetorically
“The night's watch has some pretty crazy parties when everypony’s asleep.” Says Silver
>Lastly Shear speaks up
“I go to my home town’s fête every year.”
>”Okay, just wanted to make sure you girls would know not to overdo it.”
>Platinum jumps over with some kind of delicious looking chocolate slice and pours herself a drink
“I’d be more worried about you Anon, you seem pretty eager to get into that, heh.”
>”Ha, real funny Platinum. I think it’s more the idea of there being a party in prison, a party with alcohol, that is in fucking prison, sorry about the language.”
>Silver hits your leg with her wing
“We may be in a herd, but I’m still a guard Nonny. You swear like that again and I’ll be forced to go to the Warden.”
>You stand to attention and whip off a salute
>”Understood mare’am.”
>She just sighs
“So you don’t have parties in prison back home? You must have had such a boring time.” Asks Platinum
>”Hah! I’ve never actually been to a prison back on Earth.”
“What? How could you not? Have you seen how you act? If you swore like that in public you’d definitely be sent to jail [gaol] for a day or two.” Says Silver

>>29026250
>”Hahah! Jeeze you guys are hilarious tonight. On Earth you don’t get sent to jail for swearing in public, or sneezing without covering your mouth. You have to do something really bad.”
“Really bad…? Like breaking vase and lying about it?”
>”Bad like stealing lots of money, hurting people very badly, malicious destruction of property.”
>They all pale at the thought
“Surely nopony would do such things? To be so violent?”
>”Well I’m sorry to say Earth is a more… Aggressive place than Equestria.”
>Platinum eyes you over suspiciously
“Anon? Why are you speaking about this ‘Earth’ place like it’s not part of Equestria?”
>”Oh yeah, I’m an alien, sorry. I was going to get around to that eventually.”
>Jesus! That came out way more nonchalantly than you’d planned
>Her eyes widen and she takes a few steps back, her paw rising to grab her horns
“Dude! You can’t just drop a bomb on me like that!”
>She points to your herd members
“What about them? Do they know?”
>”Yeah of course they do.”
“And they have no thoughts on that!?”
>”What exactly are you going to do with the information now you have it? What thoughts are you or they going to have? What does it change?”
>She releases her horns and moves forward, lifting her drink and downing it in one
“Huh? Nothing I guess… Damn you’ve got that alien wisdom Anon.” She laughs
>That went better than expected
>She looks at you slyly
“Is this a secret or…?”
>”Not really, but don’t go around telling everyone.”
>She looks disappointed
“Damn… So why are you on Equis? Exploration? Invasion!?”
>”Actually I just kind of woke up here half naked in the forest, so yeah…”
“Oh… So you’re not like a super advanced space traveling species?”
>”Not really sorry, we’ve got some neat things, like my phone.”
“Oh yeah! Shear showed me that earlier. I thought it was just a really advanced enchantment. It was cool, but, no space?”

>>29026254
>”Nope, we have gone to the moon though, that’s cool.”
>Silver does a spit take of her drink as they all look at you in shock
“What!? You’re species was banished to the moon! That’s not cool!” Platinum shouts
>”What the fu- No we don’t have magic remember? That means no crazy princess and no magic moon banishments. We developed rocket propulsion and after many years, all the money and a lot a painful sacrifice’s, we traversed the distance between us and our moon. There wasn’t much there but dust and rocks.”
“So you guys went through all that to find some rocks? Why?”
>”I don’t know, why not? They were some pretty cool rocks.”
>Shear chuckles to herself
“You should really meat Maud pie Anon.”
>”Sure why not. Why are we even talking about this? We’re at a party.”
“Because it’s fricking cool dude!” says Platinum
>”If we’re getting into a ‘first encounter’ talk I’m going to need another drink.”
“You haven’t even started on your first. You should try it. Double A Cider is world class.”
>At the suggestion you push the rim of the cup to your lips and sip at the golden bubbling liquid
>Good God it was sweet! Just a tier bellow those damned pudding cups, barely tolerable but you could put up with it for the alcohol, of which you could taste none
>”Sheesh, that is strong stuff! How do you guys drink this?”
“Hah! I knew you’d be a light weight Anon.” Goads Platinum
>”No, god no. It’s so sweet! Why is everything you guys have here so sweet?”
>She rolls her eyes
“It’s not that sweet. It just adds a light tang to the aftertaste.”
>Oh lord have mercy, you were going to get diabetes drinking this for sure
>”What’s the alcohol content of this again?”
>She grins
“0.01% I said it was the good stuff.”
>You stay quiet a moment and let that titbit of information wash over you for a second
>”You don’t say?”

>>29026256
>You couldn’t imagine how anyone could ever get drunk, or even tipsy from this, yet when you look over the dance floor, sure enough, there are several ponies stumbling about who’ve already drunk too much
>They can’t be serious
“Yeah I do say so, now drink up. It is actually a really special occasion that they’re letting us have this.”
>Out of pure courtesy you drink the remainder of the syrupy liquid and immediately regret it
>”I think I’ll hold off on that second drink for a while.”
“Pff, sure if you can’t handle it.”
>You discard your empty cup, the sweet taste in your mouth turning bitter
>”So anyone want to go dancing?” You say slowly moving to the dance floor
“I don’t think so.” Replies Platinum, placing a large paw on your chest, halting your progression
“You can’t get away that easily alien boy. Come on tell me about Earth. If you don’t they will.”
>She gestures to your mares, all of whom nod happily
>”Can’t this wait for a less casual occasion?”
>Her head shakes dismissively
>”Fine, fine. Same deal I gave them, ask away and I’ll answer some of your questions. But first I’m getting us all a plate of food and we’re moving this to one of those lounges. I hate standing and talking.”
>Everyone grins, eager to hear more of earth
“Great idea.”
>A short while later you found yourself snuggled up on a couch with three of your mares; Platinum sat across from you
>Thankfully the corner spaces had been sound proofed, allowing easy conversation
>For convenience you’d simply taken an entire punch bowl of apple acres cider and a plate of various pastries with you to the lounge
>The girls, Platinum included, were certainly being liberal with the drinks, but you didn’t see the harm in it, aside from their inevitable sugar crash
>Although they ate some much of that stuff you doubt they ever came down from their highs
>”So ask away Platinum.”
>Her eyes drift upwards as she thinks

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I'll post some more later maybe. Also I tried to sculpt a pone [pic related it's meant to be Shear] but I need moar practice so give me an OC and I'll try to make it, so long as I have the required colours.

>>29026259
“What’s it like on your planet?”
>”Pretty broad question. I suppose it’s a lot like here. The same kind of animals, similar trees, sky and water looks the same.”
“Dude that’s that boring stuff, what’s different? What’s cool?”
>”The differences hey? Well right of the bat, the biggest would be there’s no magic. Imagine an entire plant of just Earth ponies.”
>She looks in awe
“Woah… no wonder you guys are so advanced. Earth pones managed to build all of Appaloosa in just a year. But just Earth ponies? Ya’ mean there aren’t other creatures?”
>You absently stroke at your mares backs
>”Yeah, these guys seemed pretty freaked by that. We’ve got a one sentient species, one planet thing going on. Except there’s only one planet, ours.”
“Wha-? Bu-but. So you’re an alien and there’s only one sentient species on your planet? But you look like… well you almost look half Minotaur. I always thought you were an unknown species of Minotaur actually.”
>Shear raises her hoof
“So did I.”
“I thought he was a dragon.” Adds Silver
>Cotton grins
“I knew he was an alien from the start!”
>”Well aren’t you just the smartest pony of them all. It’s funny you mention that Platinum. Humans don’t have any of the magical and mythical creatures you have here, like manticores and phoenixes. But ancient human cultures included these creatures in their history, religions and mythology, it’s perhaps why I wasn’t so freaked out when I arrived here”
>Everyone gasps
“Are you saying your species somehow has knowledge of things like ponies and Minotaur?” Asks Cotton

>>29026265
>”Not talking ponies, Minotaur yeah, oh and unicorns.”
“So why was this funny?” questions Platinum, looking confused
>”Heh, it’s just you said I looked half Minotaur, and in our mythology Minotaur are half human half bovine. So what you said kind of makes sense.”
>You’re covered with a fine mist of carbonated syrup as Platinum chokes on her drink
“Holy, sweet mother of- by the king! The historians have to hear this one!"
"Sheesh. That’s a real mind blow. You know what. I think you’re right, maybe we should leave the alien talk for another time.”
>”I’d be for the best.”
>You reach out and have an attempt at the sweet beverage once again
>Immediate regret
>”I really can’t drink this stuff, not like this at least.”
“By Luna Nonny, It’s really not that sweep… Sweet!” Claims Silver
>”How much of that have you had?”
>She smiles dopily at you
“Three cups.”
>Definitely some kind of placebo effect occurring with this stuff
>”Alright, just pace yourself, we’ve barely been here half an hour.”
>She jumps off the couch in response
“I have to pee.”
>Everyone else suddenly gets up
“Us too.”
>”Really goes through the system doesn’t it” you say between snickers
>As they file out you have an idea

>Page 9
Did you really believe it would be that easy to escape?

Come back writefags...

where rat. How has it taken this long to finish greentext. That motherfucker is contributing to death of this thread.

dded

>>29026216
I feel do betrayed by you.

Bump because apparently not creating a thread in weeks will cause people to forget about a general.

>>29028006
I miss Wand.

Finally, at long last
We get sent back to prison
btw does anyone have an archive link of the last thread?

>>29032383
timeout for over enthusiasm

RISE AND SHINE CRIMINAL SCUM!

>page 9
FUCK

>>29026265
Next update when?

>>29035421
Soon I guess. Was kinda hoping at least one other writefag would turn up.

>>29035631
It's been a while (can't remember how long; feels like it's been two weeks).

It's gonna be a while...

>>29026582
>After a sprint back to your room you locate the objects of your desire
>A bottle of Coke™ and one of two vodka bottles you’d brought to your friends LAN party
>Left over remnants from your time back on Earth
>They certainly had a use now
>A brisk jog back and you reach the party before any of them had even returned
>Must be a line
>You set yourself up at a buffet and begin creating
>A few mills of apple syrup, two shots of spirits, and top it off with coke
>You take an experimental sip of the now near black liquid
>It was sweet and fizzy, thankfully at a level tolerable to humans, and it left you feeling warm inside
>You’d found your drink of choice for the night
>You move back to your seat just as the four girls come bustling back in
“You’re looking a little puffed Anon? Go for a run or something?” Inquires Cotton
>”Yep. To my room and back.”
>They all scoff at you
“Please, we weren’t gone for that long, don’t make fun.”
>”Sure, sure just take your seats.”
>They do as you instruct, amazingly, albeit a little wobbly
>You absolutely refused to believe they were actually drunk
>”So Platinum, congratulations on the performance.”
“Thanks Anonymous, you're too sweet.”
>”It's all the sugar I've been eating. So, were you worried at all?”
“Aside from the feeling like I might vomit with everypony watching me, I felt fine.”
>”Well you did great and looked fantastic.”
“Sheesh, you really are a flatterer, no wonder these girls fell for you.”
>”I’ve just got that irresistible charm.” You reply cockishly, receiving a slap on the leg from Shear
>You look down for your beverage yet find it’s no longer on the table
“What’s this you’re drinking Nonny? It just smells like ethanol.” Silver asks
>”It’s a little something I whipped up. It’s a real drink, or a standard human drink.”
>She goes for a tentative sip

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>”I wouldn’t do that.”
>She stops
“Why not?”
>”None of you seem to be handling that cider very well and you’ve got work later tonight remember? If you drank that I doubt it would end well.”
>She puts the drink back with a mild look of fear
>Platinum however leans over eagerly and snatches the cup before you could react
“Human drink huh? Well you claim I’m half human.”
>”Didn’t really claim that.” You interject
“Whatever. Anything you can do I can do better.” She boldly claims, taking a swig of the black drink
>Bad idea
>She valiantly held the liquid in her mouth as she gagged, her body attempting to remove the poison, but her lips stayed shut, refusing to give in
>For the longest time she writhed on her couch, struggling to swallow the drink
>Finally she takes a mighty gulp and it’s gone
>Her mouth opens to dry retch
“Agh! *cough* ah, ha… See? I can do it…” She struggles out hoarsely
>”Do you think it’s a bit strong?”
>She looks at you angrily
“A little! But those fizzy bubble really burnt my mouth, what the heck was it?”
>”Oh that was coca cola, a carbonated drink from Earth.”
“Carbonated acid more like it.”
>”Pretty much yeah.”

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>You finally retrieve you drink and down it before anymore went to waste
>You only had two bottles of real alcohol left for the rest of your life, it was like a liquid gold
>Your mare’s gawk at the display, but Platinum’s near goes insane
“How in the ever loving Fu- Fudge piles! Did you do THAT!?” She screams, jumping around her chair
>You belch
>”mmm, tasty.”
>She slaps her forehead and sinks back down
“You’re the worst.”
>”You know that one sip you took would be about equal to one cup of apple acres cider.” I did the math for some reason and it roughly does in terms of grams of ethanol
“That’s insane! You just drank that whole thing! You’re going to die Anon.”
>”Nah it’s fine. This one time I downed two vodka bottles in a night… can’t remember why I did it, or that night.”
>You did wake up in your bed the next morning which was a miracle sent from god
>They just look at you confused
“Vodka?”
>”Right. You know what, just pretend I never said that, it’s probably best you don’t know.”
“Why it’s another mind blowing revelation?”
>”No, it’s just kind of embarrassing now I think about it.”
>The only part of that night you did recall was struggling around a vomit soaked nightclub bathroom
>They laugh
“Hah! Something making you embarrassed? That’ll be the day.”
>”I’m only human.”
>They just keep laughing
“Haha I think that’s your problem Anon.” Silver says

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I'll post more during the nighttimes b4 beddies