Choose a Career

>This is it. This is one of those moments in your life where whatever you decide will shape not only your future, but the future of someone close to you.
>You have to act fast.
>Fluttershy is screaming at you from her bedroom.
>Her craving is extreme, more than you were anticipating.
>You stare at the bowl of poppy latex. There’s more of that than you were anticipating, too.
>Confusion sweeps over you.
>You can’t give in to Fluttershy’s demands. Giving her more of the drug will only delay the inevitable and throw away all that you have worked for.
>Fluttershy screams for you.
>She isn’t making this easy for you.
>You’ve grown fond of her recently…
>As much as you hate to admit it.
>Maybe this is what the two of you needed.
>You pick up the bowl.
>The pungent odor coming off the dried latex is strong.
What do I do?
>Suddenly an idea strikes you.
>You simply need to wean Fluttershy off of the drug; giving her lower doses until she can quit.
>Quitting cold turkey is very difficult. You know from experience, being a former smoker.
>But how?
>”An-nonymous…?
>Fluttershy has stumbled into the kitchen, wrapped in a blanket.
>Her mane is frazzled from her puling on it.
>She looks rough.
Yes, Fluttershy? Why don’t you go back and lay down…I’ll be in with your medicine in a little bit.
>She’s spotted the bowl in your hand and hasn’t averted her gaze since.
>”Uhm…is that th-the…c-can I have that?”
>You shy it away from her.
Not right now. Why don’t you go lay back down, Fluttershy.
>She’s inching towards you…towards the opium.
>”I-I’d really like to have that…is there s-something I could do t-to have that?”
>Stand your ground. Don’t let in to her.
No. I have to do something first, then you can have some of it. I can only give you a little bit at a time. Eventually you won’t need it at all.
>You smile at her.
Won’t that be great?  You’ll be cured!
>Fluttershy isn’t amused. She pierces you with a cold glare.
>”But, Anonymous…I don’t have a problem. You can’t fix what isn’t broken…”
>Fluttershy’s blanket falls to the ground as she moves in on you.
>”…oops…”
>Her lips are quickly moistened with her tongue as she eyes your lower half.
>Her wings stretch out with a pomf.
Fluttershy…what are you doing?
>You’ve backed up to the counter as far as you can.
>”Maybe there’s something I can do f-for you?”
>You get a whiff of hay and moist earth coming off of her.
>”Momma needs her fix…”
>Fluttershy presses her nose against your waist and takes a deep breath in.
>She holds it for a moment, and then releases it.
>”Mmm…hot monkey di-“
Fluttershy, please! I’m not really…interested in that.
>She looks up at you.
>”Oh…I g-get it…you want to do me instead…o-okay.”
>Fluttershy turns around and presents herself to you .
>Her marehood is glistening in the kitchen lighting.
>”Come on, Anonymous…I-I’m ready for you. T-Take me…then I c-can have some flower…e-e-everyone’s happy…”
>Is she seriously suggesting prostitution?
>She’s a full-fledged addict; no doubt about it now.
>Fluttershy reaches behind her and spreads her flank wider, wafting more of her pheromones in your direction.
>You have to admit to yourself that it’s not an unwelcomed sight…
>But not in her state of mind.
Fluttershy please…stop this.
>”W-We haven’t even started yet.”
>You pinch the bridge of your nose.
Look. Your sex drive is just high because you’ve come down from the drugs. Go lay back down and I’ll be in shortly with a new medicine.
>Her ears perk up.
>”N-New…?”
>You stumble.
Yyyyeah, uh….I’m going to make this stuff better for you. It’ll last longer, too.
>Fluttershy turns around and smiles at you.
>”Oh boy, I-I can’t wait!”
Yes but, I need a little time to prepare this. So go lay down and I’ll be in there when I’m done. Okay?
>She stares at the half-exposed bowl behind you and talks to it.
>”S-Sure…soon.”
Okay then. Be patient.
>”I’m going to…clop…”
>wat.
>She picks up her blanket and returns to her chamber.
Phwew.
>Disaster averted. For now.
>Now…how are you going to go about this?
Fuck.
>You just made a huge withdrawal at the First National Bank of Lies.
>You look at the crusty bowl.
>You need to calm down.
>Maybe Fluttershy has something to take the edge off.
>You open the pantry door and find a bottle of clear fluid in a tall glass bottle.
>There’s a note attached to it.
>”Hey Flutters, happy birthday. Don’t get too sick. –Rainbow Dash”
>You look at the label:
>”Everfree Dandelion Alcohol. 95% ABV (190 proof)”
>It’s better than nothing.
>You crack the seal on the dusty bottle. You never took Fluttershy as much of a drinker anyways.
>Then again, you never took her for a drug addict either.
>You take a whiff of the alcohol.
>You pull away at the stench. It smells like turpentine mixed with kerosene.
Better than nothing I suppose…
>You tip the bottle into a glass and pour a small amount.
>Nervously, you bring the liquid to your lips.
>Some touches and instantly numb them.
>Just as you’re about to take the plunge, inspiration strikes.
>The alcohol flies out of the glass as you slam the glass down.
That’s it!
>You fetch a spoon from the drawer and carefully pour a few tablespoons into the glass.
>Then you chip away a spoonful of solid opium chunks from the bowl.
>You submerge the spoon into the alcohol and watch it steadily dissolve into the solvent.
>You give it a quick stir until all of the particles dissolve.
>You can hear Fluttershy making some eeping noises in her room.
>Maybe she’s plucking her eyebrows.
>The concoction is completed.
>Fluttershy’s cries have stopped. For a while she kept screaming “yes” over and over…but then she stopped.
>Must be a rerun of Stallionfeld.
>Time to put this to the test.
>You knock of Fluttershy’s half-open door.
>”C-Come in…”
>Her eyes are dim and relaxed.
>She looks a little better, but still not perfect.
>”I’m ready f-for my fix, Anonymous.”
>You stand over Fluttershy in her bed.
Okay, Fluttershy…this is going to be something new. I’ve made a new medicine from the opium and some alcohol I found.  It’s a little experimental.
>”What do you mean? Am I still going to feel g-good?”
I think so.  This is a little like a medicine from a long time ago in my world called laudanum. I’m going to administer smaller and smaller doses to you to help you kick your addiction easier.
>You know to administer the liquid in small doses; it’s quite potent.
>The mare leans up in bed as you press the spoon to her opened lips.
>You tilt it back as the cloudy liquid trickles down her throat.
>Her face tightens at the taste of it.
>She gulps the rest of it down.
>”I…I don’t feel anything yet. Anonymous, y-you said this would make me feel better!”
>Fluttershy is irate with you.
No Fluttershy, I said I was making a new medicine. This will be a more gradual effect.
>”It tastes awful…”
I thought it might…I’m really sorry. I’ll mix sugar with it next time.
>You look at the clock. 2 a.m.
We really need to get to sleep Fluttershy.
>You turn out the light and television and climb into bed once more.
Goodnight, Fluttershy.
>She says nothing. The medicine must have taken effect already.
>You have a pleasant dream of when you were a child and splashed in puddles with your younger sister.
>You could almost taste the nasty puddle water when it got in your mouth; bitter, grainy, slimy…
>Wait.
>You open your eyes to find Fluttershy on top of you, lips against yours.
>You push her face off of yours.
Fluttershy…what are you doing?
>She wipes her lips…a large amount of liquid on there for just a kiss.
>”Uhm…I was just uhm…s-sorry…”
>She rolls off of you and takes her place back beside you.
>Well…that was…odd.
Freaking Fluttershy.
>You fluff your pillows and try to ignore the little mishap.
>You all of the sudden feel very comfortable. Very warm too…
>Maybe…maybe kissing Fluttershy was…the right thing.
>Whatever it is, you suddenly want more of it.