Fetish-shy, Drugs, ft. Vinyl Scratch

> knock on door
> walk towards door
> hear a different voice than normal
> "fluttershy, you sure he's cool?"
> "Yes, don't worry"
> open door
> white pony with sungalsses and fluttershy at the door
> "hey....anon, this is Vinyl Scratch"
Well, it's a pleasure to meet you. Please, come in. Can I offer you anything to drink?
> "sure, how about some whiskey?"
umm...sure I guess
> we walk in
> I pour everyone a drink
> put back the whiskey
> take my shot
> feeling a little more woozy than usual
> things start going black
Fluttershy, what'd you do to this?
> "nothing"
> Vinyl smiles, "I did something"
> my senses go numb
> I can't think straight
> "so what'ya think anon?"
who said that?
> "I did anon"
Fluttershy?
> "man, that stuff really fucked him up"
> "I know, but that's just what I wanted. Come here anon, you don't look well"
I..I can't see straight
> "Over here anon"
> three fluttershys talking to me
> aim for the middle
> stumble up the stairs
> lay down on bed
> feel a weight
> a goat is on top of me
> blink
> the goat is fluttershy
Fluttershy get off
> blink again, now vinyl's on me
get off!
> "so drugs aren't your fetish?"
No, now please let me ride through this trip alone
> she hides under the bed
> I think she left
> wait for the trip to end
> black out
> wake up
> vinyl is on me, passed out drunk
> fluttershy passed out on my crotch
> oh god why
> they wake up
> "that was some crazy party, huh shy?"
> "sure was vinyl"
> they give each other hoof bumps, then look to me
> fluttershy winks, and vinyl blushes
> "I hope we can see each other some more"
> they leave me house
> go downstairs, everything's clean
> that conflicted feel when you black out on a trip, clean up your house, and sex up two ponies.