Date Night With Lavandar

>Be the owner of Lavandar the fluffy pony
>He's a snark, you're a ditz, it works
>Be an actor based in the 'burbs of Vancouver
>Work at a nameless sandwich shop too to live a life of halfway-luxury
>One day strike up a conversation with one of the more attractive regulars
>short, long brown hair, cute butt, bigg-ish chest
>8/10
>Charm her like a fucking boss with all that actor's eccentricity
>Get a number, get a date
>Keep Lavandar in the dark about the whole affair
>"Ignorance is bliss" and what-have-you
>Still a foal, you don't really know how the he'd react in a somewhat-romantic setting, relationship, date...
>...post-date extracurricular activities
>Cook him a little extra steak and and an entire pastrami sandwich before you leave
>He gets a little curious at this food surplus
"Wha' wif hooman today? Wavandar though' hooman was 'weigh conshuss'"
>Admittedly, ever since you got skinny after highschool, you've been a slight health nut
>Put on the biggest smile
"Naw big guy, I just have a big-time wine tasting with some higher-ups at the studios tonight, and I don't want you to get hungry if I'm out too late"
>His mouth opens slightly in happiness
"Weww... tank yoo hooman"
>Finally make it out the door without incident
>Think you hear laughing as you leave, but it's probably him on a You-Laugh-You-Lose thread
>Take the girl out for a drive in your 3-series Beamer
>Get some food at an Olive Garden
>She mentions she smokes weed on the occasion, but silly things like bills always get in the way
>Wellthen.jpg
>Mention you're financially comfortable enough to have hash in the house at all times
>She asks to go back to your place and meet up with her friend Mary Jane
>Make it back to your place
>You both have had a few too many
>Open the door
>Get on the floor
>Start making out
>She's all over me
>Suddenly, a squeak
"Daddeh!"
>Fucking forgot...
>She squeals in delight and intoxication
"You have a FLUFFY PONY?"
>She runs to pick him up and holds him out
"Am fwuffy!"
"What's your name wittle guy?"
"Fwuffy am Wavandaw!"
>Her fucking eyes become dinner plates
"YOU'RE SHO CYUUUTE!"
>She starts rubbing him all over her face
>Your boner demands she pay attention
"Uh, so I'll go get my bong..."
>She grins and follows you upstairs to your room
>Fuckyeah.png
>You two take off your jackets and light it up
>Start laughing your asses off
"Pwetty smoke!"
>Fuck why
>Again, she is all over Lavandar
"Oh you are juss the cutest!"
>She's slurring and rubbing him slower on her face and neck
>The little fucker's just smirking the whole time
"Your fluff feels SO SOFT on my face..."
>You bet your hair would feel pretty good on her face too
>Try to get her attention again
>She's far too gone
>High as fuck, she's rubbing the ball of purple fluff all over herself and can't get enough
"Pwetty wady wuv Wavandar?"
"Yes I do, oh yes I do!" she coos
"Wavandar wuv pwetty wady!"
>She plants a big sloppy kiss on his head
>He licks her hand cutely
>Overcome, she blows into his stomach
>He tries the same, in her chest
>She's fucking laughing her ass off
"Oh you wittle wascal..."
>Her voice trails off as she continues to feel the fuzz all over her
>Your high gets the better of you, and you pass out
>Wake up in the morning with a note on your face
"Had a great time! Tell Lavandar I love him and we should play again sometime!"
>Signed, Traci
>Fucking girls
"Dat was fun"
>See him on his haunches next to you, blank-faced
"For you probably"
"Hooman nu mad at Wavandar?"
>You sigh
"Yoo should, Wavandah wig da ting fwom da get-go"
>Look at him in disbelief
>He shrugs, evilly smirking
"Hate da pwaya, not da gayme, dummy hooman"