Choose Death (Finale)

>You are at peace.
>Fluttershy is resting on top of you and you’re both on the floor.
Fl-fluttershy…I like this…
>You don’t know if she can hear you.
I really like this…
>You’re in an eternal numbness that surpasses any pleasure you have ever known.
>She struggles to bring her head up to you.
>”I-I knew y-you would, Anonymous…”
>With all your strength, you wrap your arms around the yellow pony.
>The two of you embrace on the floor, enjoying your trip.
>A few hours later, you awake in a daze to find Fluttershy walking around the kitchen.
>She notices you still covered up on the floor.
>”Oh, hello, honey. Still enjoying it?”
Y-yes…it feels so good…
>You can barely speak. You tongue moving in your mouth feels like silk rubbing against your lips.
>You are so warm; even if you were on fire you couldn’t be bothered to move.
>Fluttershy seems to be free from all the opium’s ill effects already.
>Is it because she’s been properly weaned? Has she built up a tolerance?
>If you were in a better thinking mood, you’d ponder it more. But right now, you just want to lay here and enjoy the ride.
Flu…Fluttersh…
>Your mouth is like a bucket of sand and your tongue sticking to your teeth is making it difficult to speak.
>She looks down at you.
>”Oh! You’re awake already? I-I thought you would have been…”
>She mumbles.
>”…By now…”
>Thirst beckons you to try and stand.
Fluttershy…I-I need water…
>She stares blankly at you.
>”Uhm…I-I already gave you something to drink…”
>As you stand and hold your aching head, you clutch the counter top as you fall forward on your jellied legs.
What…? All you did w-was spit laudanum down my throat! You could h-have killed me!”
>You cough as your anger strains your dry throat.
>At the time you didn’t think it was so bad though…
H-how could you be so insensitive, Fluttershy?
>She continues her preparations; walking all over the room gathering objects for an unknown reason.
W-what’s going on?
>You’re still dazed from the effects, even hours after the fact.
>Fluttershy floats herself to the counter where you’re leaning and stares at you.
>”A-Are you r-ready for m-more, Anonymous?”
>More? There isn’t any more…her clumsiness made sure of it.
>Do you even desire more? It’s hard to tell.
>You’re just really thirsty.
Fluttershy…water…please…
>”Oops…”
>She presents a glass to you.
>Without thinking you gulp down the clear liquid in a flash.
>Instant regret.
>You furiously hack and spit the rancid alcohol out all over the kitchen.
FLUTTERSHY! What is this?
>She shys her face with her mane.
>”I-it’s the alcohol you had out…you know, f-for the medicine?”
And just what did you think would be gained from making me drink that?
>Your mouth is numb and your face is hot.
>A wave of anger sweeps over your face.
>”I-I was j-just trying to help…”
>She’s too innocent to stay mad at.
>You look over at her.
>Her arm is extended, waiting for a hug.
>”P-please…?”
>There’s some guilt in your stomach. Or maybe that’s just the liquor.
>You kneel down and wrap your arm around the yellow pony.
>She pulls you in close and holds you tight. You follow her action.
Fluttershy, I’m sorry for getting angry. For some reason I…
>You feel a strong urge inside you…a feeling that is unfamiliar.
>Or is it?
I feel like I need something…
>She pulls away and looks into your eyes seductively.
>Fluttershy bites her lip.
>”I know what it is…”
>She leans in slowly for a kiss.
>You don’t have time to react. Instead you instinctively press your lips against hers.
>She’s sweet and takes the sting in your mouth away with her tongue.
>Fluttershy moans as you twist your tongue around hers.
>You hold her head as she moves nearer and nearer.
>She backs you to the wall as you lay back onto the floor.
>Fluttershy wastes no time and gets on top of you and massages her hoof on your lower half.
Flu-…what are  you-?
>She shushes you and sucks you neck.
>You love it. You don’t want to admit it, but her massaging you it’s getting more than excited.
>She stops and looks at you.
>”I want to try something.”
>What could she possibly mean?
>Oh no.
>Sex?
>Fluttershy pushes gently onto your chest as she walks away.
>You’re stuck lying on the floor staring at the ceiling, wondering what will happen next.
>Fluttershy clangs and slams some things in the room.
>You lean up.
Is everything okay?
>She snaps back to you with a glass.
>”Y-yes, Anonymous…I’m ready for you now.”
>You can’t help but stare at the new object in your company.
Fluttershy…what is that?
>She brings it to her mouth, ready to gulp it down.
>You smell it in the air propelled toward you from Fluttershy’s breath.
>It’s the laudanum.
>You’re astonished.
But…how?
>She looks blankly at you.
>”That wasn’t all I had. This is the rest.”
>You’re shocked.
>Not as much as you are when she takes a gulp of the liquid without even wincing.
>Then she turns to you.
>”I-I want to make you feel extra special…”
Fluttershy, I don’t know…
>”This is what you wanted. This is what you need.”
>You look at the liquid. You do desire to feel numb once more.
>This isn’t you. You aren’t yourself.
>But the desire is so strong you can’t fight it.
Will you…will you give it to me like last time?
>She looks seductively at you before lunging at you with a mouthful of laudanum.
>Fluttershy’s pressed lips spew the bitter concoction into your mouth.
>She straddles you as your hands caress her body.
>She quickly catches on and rubs your crotch with her hoof.
>The bluntness of her hoof against your erection feels so good.
>You savor the bitter liquid before letting it slide down your throat.
>Fluttershy quickly gets more though.
A-are you sure…?
>”Yes, Anonymous.  I took this much before a-and I was f-fine…”
>You can’t argue with that. She is smaller than you.
>You drink the glass before falling to the floor with a thud.
>You don’t feel it though.
>The glass smashes on the hard wood floor.
>You know it cut you, but you can’t feel it.
>”J-just sit back and enjoy the ride, Anonymous.”
>No argument there.
>Fluttershy makes another glass and pours it down your throat.
>You don’t swallow it…it just sort of flows down your throat.
>You’re slowly losing consciousness.
>Fluttershy’s speaking to you, but it all echoes and blurs into oblivion.
>You feel like you’re falling through the floor. Nothing to worry about; no taxs, no bills, no money troubles…just numbness.
>Fluttershy peers over you. The tiny pony seems to be a giant as your vision narrows.
Flutters…does it hurt…? Wh-when I take a lot?
>She looks at you and smiles.
>”No, Anon. Just enjoy the ride.”
>She kisses you but you can’t feel it.
>”It never ends.”
>You start to fade into the blackness. Never to wake up.