Wacky Nebulus, Collar, and Swift Roommate Circlejerk

>The door creaks open, moonlight pouring into the living room.
>You rub your eyes tiredly as you slip inside the house, trying to keep quiet for your roommates.
>Your heavy backpack weighs against you, but you manage to get it over to your dining table and place it down.
>Literally a great weight off of your shoulders.
>You sigh in relief, and follow it up with a great yawn.
>What a day...
>Best to just head to bed and call it a night.
>You got class tomorrow, too...
>...Yeah.
>You nod slowly to yourself, then begin to walk towards the hallway, to your room.
>But suddenly, the light flicks on from it, temporarily blinding you.
>You shield your eyes for a second, and take a peek with your squinted eyes.
>Another man stands at the opening to the hallway.
>He stares at you for a bit.
>"...Hey faggot," he says, beginning to cross the living room toward the kitchen.
>You sigh a little, cracking a little smile.
Hey Swift.
>Your roommate opens the fridge and pulls out a carton of milk, taking a few gulps straight from it.
What are you doing still up?
>He shrugs, finishing his drink, and slips it back into the fridge.
>"I'unno. What were you doing out so late?"
>He walks over to you, flashing a grin.
>"Getting laid, I hope."
>You crack a smile and laugh a little.
No, you fucker. Classes are getting tough, I'm spending a lot of late nights on campus.
>He shakes his head and tsks sarcastically.
>"When are you coming back to us, Nebulus? Collar and I miss our bud."
>You laugh again.
As soon as my workload lightens up a bit.
>He nods slowly.
>"Well I'm holding you to that, man," he says, then turns around back down the hall. "Goodnight."
>You wave him goodbye.
Yeah man, goodnight.

>The students all clamor and converse in the cramped lecture hall.
>You quietly and meekly sit at your seat, twiddling your thumbs, alone, simply waiting for the class to start.
>You are Fluttershy.
>Or, well... you like to think you are.
>And Human Resource Management has been a pretty tough course so far.
>Today you're supposed to get paired up for a project.
>...You're so nervous.
>You hope you get someone nice...
>You shift a little in your seat and bite your tongue a bit.
>...What if your partner is mean?
>What if he or she makes you do all the work?
>Ohh... why did you take this class if you knew you had to do this...?
>"Ahem!" A voice calls over the speakers.
>All the students quiet down and take their seats.
>The professor, the owner of the voice, smiles.
>"Perfect. Thank you."
>You listen attentively.
>"Alright class, so today is the day you're assigned your partners, as you know."
>He walks over to his computer, slides the mouse around the desktop, and brings up a word document over the projector.
>It has the class list on it, the partner pairings, and all of your assigned seats.
>"So let's get this done sooner rather than later. Look up here, find your partner, and get to know them a little more. Then, we'll get started with the project."
>You squint your eyes and scan the list of names.
>...Ah, there you are.
>And you're paired up with...
>...Nebulus.
>Oh... okay...
>You hope he's nice...
>Maybe he'll even do his share of the work...
>...
>You wait.
>Sure enough, in a few minutes, a boy walks up to you, backpack in hand.
>"Hey, are you Shy?" He asks, placing his bag down and taking a seat next to you.
Oh, um... yes, I am...
>Your words barely bumble out of your mouth.
>This boy...
>He's so...
>You mean, his facial structure is just...
>...And those EYES...
>Oh my...~
>You can feel your face flush.
>He scans your face a bit, then cracks a smile.
>"...Something wrong?"
>You snap to attention, a little embarrassed, and shake your head rapidly back and forth.
O-Oh, no! Nothing wrong with me!
>You smile awkwardly.
>He laughs.
>"Alright, if you say so."
>He points up to the screen, where your two names are.
>"I'm Nebulus."
>You smile again.
P-Pleasure to meet you...
>He gives a breathy laugh.
>"The pleasure is all mine."
>Oh my...
>"Alright," your professor interrupts, "that's enough getting-to-know for now. Everyone pay attention, I'm going to detail the project."
>Nebulus smiles at you once more, then turns his attention to the prof.
>...You find it hard to turn away from him.

>The class runs on for its usual hour and a half duration.
>The both of you have a pretty good understanding of what needs to be done, and once the prof dismisses the class, all the students around you begin to get up and scatter.
>"So, when should we get started?" Nebulus asks, rising from his seat.
O-Oh, I don't know... whenever you think is good...
>His face...
>His body...
>You haven't felt this way about anyone since you met BadPacing and his roommates...
>...
>No, Shy, don't mess this up...
>He doesn't need to know about your... condition...
>Not yet...
>He nods.
>"Alright. 'Cuz I was just thinking about getting started on it tonight. Would you want to come over?"
>Your blood freezes, and your face turns a bright shade of red.
S-S-Sure, Nebulus...
>He smiles.
>"Great. Come on, follow me, it's not a far walk to my place."

>You are now Nebulus.
>And this Shy girl seems really nice.
>You both walk down the street toward your house, discussing the project on the way.
>A little nervous and jittery, but seems like she'll be a hard worker.
>It's a little cute...
>Heh...
Anyway,
>You say, approaching your house,
here we are.
>She smiles a bit as you open your door, leading her into your humble abode.
>As you enter the house, your two roommates, Swift and Collar, sit on the couch watching television.
>Their eyes trail over to you two.
>Collar waves his hand in the air.
>"Hey man."
>You lift up your hand and wave back.
>Shy looks at your two roommates for a moment.
>You think you see her eyes sparkle.
>"So Neb," Swift says, cracking a smile, "who's your friend here? You going to introduce us?"
>You furl your brow quickly at him, obviously trying to embarrass you in front of your new friend, but let it up quickly.
>Swift just laughs. He knows you're both just messing around.
Guys, this is Shy. We're partners for an HRM course.
>Collar nods.
>"Cool shit, brah."
>Swift is still smiling.
>It's silent for a bit...
>...You clear your throat.
Anyway, we're going to go get started on work now, so... see you guys later.
>"Late," Collar chimes.
>"Yeah man, see you around." Swift adds.
>You lead Shy down the hall towards your room.
>All your best work is done here.
>Hopefully it's not too much of a mess...
>You approach your door.
So this is my room.
>You say, opening it.
>She's greeted by a rather neat room, with a large desk for work and a nicely made bed.
>You sigh in relief.
>She steps inside and looks around, placing her bag down.
>"Y-You've got a really nice place, Nebulus..." she shyly comments.
>You smile.
Yeah, well...
>"...Oh," she says suddenly.
>She sounds surprised.
Wh-What?
>You turn nervous quickly.
>She walks over to your desk.
What's this...?
>You glance over to where she's heading, and--
>OH SHIT.
>She picks up your custom made Lyra vinyl toy.
>She smiles a little.
>"Nebulus... do you like p0nies?"
>NOT GOOD.
>RUN DAMAGE CONTROL!
>IT'S YOUR NIECE'S!
>IT'S YOUR SISTER'S!
IT'S MY NIECESTER'S!
>Awh FUCK!
>She giggles, and puts the figure back down.
>"It's alright, Nebulus..." she says shyly. "I... I kind of like p0nies, too..."
>Your heart rate begins to slow down.
R-Really...?
>She nods. "You like Lyra?"
>You look to your figure, and let out a breathy laugh.
Yeah, I like Lyra... what about you?
>She sways back and forth in place.
>"I... I like Fluttershy..."
>You smile.
That makes sense...
>She looks you in the eyes abruptly.
>It catches you a little off-guard.
>"Do you like Fluttershy?"
>You exhale.
Yeah, I like Fluttershy... she's pretty good.
>She releases her eyes from you and smiles.
>"Great!"
>You laugh a little bit.
Alright... so, shall we get to work?
>"Sure!"

>You are now Swift.
>And it's been about a week since Nebulus met that Shy chick.
>They've been getting together almost every day to work on that project together.
>You smile as you watch TV with your roommate, Collar.
So, you think that's going anywhere?
>You say, pointing your thumb over toward Nebulus's room.
>Collar shrugs.
>"Not sure Neb's the hook-up kind of guy," he says, taking a drink of water, "maybe they'll end up dating or something."
Mhmm.
>You both go back to watching TV.
>Adventure Time.
>First time you're seeing it.
>Pretty good, but it's no FiM.
>Suddenly, there's a knock at your door.
>"Yo!" A voice calls, before the sound of the door opening can be heard.
>You both glance over, spotting your buddy Theseus popping into the house.
>"How's it going, boys?"
>"Hey Thes," Collar says, standing up to greet him.
>They clasp hands in a handshake/high five.
>"Ready for the gym, man?" Theseus asks.
>Collar nods.
>"Sure thing, brah, lemme just get dressed and warm up."
>"Aiight."
>Collar turns toward the hallway and begins to head to his room.
>You smirk.
Hey bro, just be sure not to disturb the two lovelies on your way over!
>He laughs and waves you off as he continues to his destination.
>Theseus walks over and joins you, standing next to the couch.
>"Two lovelies?" He inquires.
Mhmm.
>You say, watching your show.
Neb met some chick, they've been hanging out a lot lately.
>Theseus smiles and nods.
>"Hey, atta boy. That guy deserves some fun."
>You keep your eyes glued to the screen, but you hear a door open down the hall.
>Must be Neb and Shy heading over for something.
>"This is a pretty good show," Thes says, pointing to the screen, "I've watched it a few times."
>You nod in agreement.
Yeah, man. Pretty funny. I'd totally be nailing Princess Bubblegum if I could.
>You hear footsteps empty out into the living room.
>"Hah, yeah. If I could, I'd be-- FUCKING FLUTTERSHY!!"
>You shake your head.
That's not even the same show, dumbass.
>"No, I mean--!!"
>Theseus stumbles back, almost tripping over the couch.
>You lean forward and throw an odd look his way, then peer over to your recent company.
>Nebulus and Shy stand confused.
>"Thes?" Neb begins, "What are you doing?"
>Theseus is practically trembling.
>He points to Shy.
>"That girl! That fucking girl!"
>You laugh and shake your head, then throw Nebulus a "What the fuck?" kind of look.
>"She's fucking Fluttershy! From FR! I swear to God!"
>You look to Neb again, equally confused, and kind of laugh.
What?
>Neb laughs.
>"Thes, are you feeling alright?"
>Nebulus looks over to Shy.
>"Sorry about this. My friend here can be a little... eccentric."
>...But Shy doesn't respond.
>...You lean forward on the couch a bit, a pondering look on your face.
>"...Shy?" Neb questions.
>No response.
>...
Hey, Shy!
>You call.
>She looks up.
>Her eyes are glazed over.
>She looks in the direction toward Theseus.
>"...Oh," she finally begins, "I remember... you..."
>Theseus throws his hands in the air.
>"No, fuck this," he says, rounding the couch and heading toward the front door. "My lap STILL feels dirty, I ain't having nothing to do with this girl."
Thes, are you--
>"Run, guys. Fucking run. Godspeed."
>And with that, Theseus opens the door and books it.
>You can see him sprint down the street from the window.
>You sit in silence for a bit.
>Then turn to Nebulus.
>He just looks confused.
>...You meet his eyes, and laugh.
What the fuck?
>You say over your breathy laugh.
>Nebulus scratches his head and laughs a little too.
That guy's fucking crazy, man.
>You look over to Shy.
Don't let 'em get to you, alright?
>...Her eyes are still glazed.
>Your face contorts to confusion.
>Still...?
>Nebulus looks at Shy.
>"Shy, is everything alright...?"
>She doesn't move for a moment.
>Then... she turns her head slowly to Neb.
>"...FLUTTERshy..."
>You pause for a moment.
...What?
>..."Shy, what are you--"
Dude, did she just reference pone?
>"My name is... Fluttershy..."
>Nebulus backs up a bit.
>"Is everything--"
>"Fluttershy..."
>"Shy, please, you're--"
Man, she's referencing pone.
>"Swift, please! Shy, can you hear me? What are you--"
Does she know you're a p0nyfag?
>"Shut up, Swift!"
>You laugh.
Alright.
>"Dude, something's wrong!"
Whatever.
>"No, seriously!"
>She slowly begins to walk toward Nebulus.
>"It's so good to see you again... Anon..."
>You almost choke on nothing.
No fucking way!
>You cry out, pointing at her.
Anon!? Like, the 4chan character Anon!?
>"Dude, Swift! I think there's something seriously wrong with her!"
Where did you find this girl!?
>"Swift!!"
>She backs him into a corner.
>"I've saved myself... just for you, Anon..."
>She swiftly pins his shoulders down against the wall, and plants a solid kiss on his lips.
>You throw your hands up.
Oh hell no, man, not in front of me.
>You stand up from the couch and begin to walk away.
>Nebulus pries her lips from him for a moment.
>"Swift, fucking--!"
>He's silenced again.
You can make out with your girl all you want, bro, but I don't want to see it.
>You walk down the hall, heading toward your own room.
>"Swift!!"
Have fun!

>You are now Nebulus.
>And what the fuck is this girl's problem?!
>You try your best to pry her off of you, but she's so strong.
>"Anon!" She mutters through her mouth, "Let us consummate our love!"
>You push with all your might, finally getting this girl off of you.
>You stumble back into the living room.
>She slowly walks toward you.
>"Maybe you can... tell me your fetish..."
>You step back.
>"And we can make love... over and over..."
>You nervously laugh to yourself.
Sorry... I'm more of a one-shot kind of guy...
>Your heel hits the back of the couch.
>You turn your head to see your obstacle, but the moment you do, Shy launches forward and pushes you, stumbling you over the couch onto your back.
>She leaps up like a jungle cat and slams down on top of you, straddling you.
>You struggle, but she has you pinned.
>"Shhh..." she says, pressing her finger to your lips and undoing your belt. "Just let it happen, Anon my love..."
Shy! I'm not Anon! You need to snap--
>She silences you with a kiss.
>With some kind of skill that the military should probably harvest, Shy undoes your belt at the same time, sliding your pants down.
>All the making out and action has woken your member from its slumber.
>She moves her panties to the side from under her skirt and lines herself up.
>Your eyes widen.
>You turn your head and break the kiss.
Shy, no! What are you doing!?
>"Let us be one, my love!"
Woman, you are out of your mind!!
>She slams her wet love hole down on top of your member, jolting a shock of pleasure through your body.
>It feels so wrong!
>You grit your teeth and try to struggle, but she keeps at it, pumping up and down over and over.
>"Ahh~ Ahh!~ Yes, Anon!~"
WE'RE SUPPOSED TO BE WORKING ON OUR PROJECT!
>"You ARE my project, Anon!"
YOU ARE IMPROPERLY MANAGING YOUR HUMAN RESOURCES!
>She loses herself in pleasure.
>Begrudgingly, you begin to feel a climax head your way.
>No!
>You can't!
>Don't give her the satisfaction!
>You groan out in frustration.
>With some kind of crazy sense, probably inexplicably linked to pone, Shy predicts your situation.
>"Yes, Anon!~ Give it all to momma!~"
>Her wet crotch slaps sloppily against your member.
>You can feel it coming!
>Awh shit, no!
>NO!
FUCK YOU!
>"YOU ALREADY ARE!"
>A beam of white-hot love careens from you, injecting Shy straight to her core.
>She moans out in pleasure.
>You continue to pump against your will, emotions and feelings shattered.
>...You have been defeated...
>"Momma loves you, Anon..."
>Your vision begins to go hazy...
>...What's going on?
>Shy swings her leg off of you, sliding your junk out from her and standing up off the couch.
>The last you see before you slip off into the world of sleep is her approaching your bathroom, opening the medicine cabinet.

>You are now Collar.
>And you have just finished your lengthy warm-up routine.
>You switch off your music and exhale.
>Alright... ready to lift!
>You quickly rock your shoulders back and forth and clap your hands together quickly, as if to get pumped.
>...Well, better get dressed first.
>You head over to your drawer and get your red workout sweatpants on.
>They've got a green apple sewn into the side.
>Heh...
>You slip them on and get ready to switch your tank top.
>...But you're interrupted by a knock at the door.
Hmm?
>You put your shirt back down and walk over to the door.
Hey Thes, that you?
>You say, gripping the doorknob.
Sorry man, I kind of got lost in my--
>You open the door, but it isn't Theseus there that greets you.
>Instead, it's Shy, Nebulus's friend.
Oh,
>You say, standing back a bit.
hey Shy, what's going on?
>"...H-Hi..." she mumbles.
>You look at her for a bit...
>...
>...It's now you notice she's got something in her hands.
>It's a... plate of raw ground beef...
>You look at it, then back up to her.
Umm, Shy? Why is there--
>"I made it, just for you... will you eat it?"
>...What in the name sweet Sunbutt?
>"Could you, please? Like, now?"
>...Is this a joke?
>You laugh a little.
Umm... no, Shy. I'm not going to eat it.
>You point to the plate.
The meat is raw, and--
>You stop yourself, and look closer...
>Small blue pills are jammed into the food.
...Shy, is that medication? Did you... drug this meat?
>She feigns a gasp.
That ain't natty.
>She shakes her head.
>"Goodness, no! I'd never do such a thing, Anon!"
>You raise your eyebrow at that last part.
...Anon?
>...Then it hits you.
Anon? Like... 4chan Anon?
>She puts the plate down on the floor in the hallway, then takes a step into your room.
>"Well maybe I could... come inside..."
>She steps into your room.
>You take a step back.
>You've suddenly grown... worried.
Well, yeah, I mean, if you want...
>"Or, maybe... you could come inside... me..."
>...What!?
>You nervously laugh.
Shy, are you even--
>"FLUTTERshy..." she corrects.
>Wait, WHAT?
Fluttershy!?
>She closes in on you.
Like the p0ny!?
>She jumps forward and gives you a mighty push, knocking you back onto your bed.
>You bounce a little bit, then try to sit up, but the crafty girl drop kicks you on your chest, flinging you back down.
>She jumps on top of you, backwards like a 69, and pins your shoulders down with her legs.
>She's crazy powerful!
>"Oh, is Anon Jr. happy to see me?"
>You try to sit up, but her strong legs keep you pinned down.
>She takes off your red, green apple-sporting sweatpants and exposes your manhood.
What are you doing!?
>She giggles, and starts jerking it slowly.
>"Do you like momma's hooves all over your junk, Anon?"
Hooves? Fucking HOOVES!?
>She keeps you pinned, picking up the pace, before she's stroking quickly, almost violently.
>It feels way too good.
>But damn it, you don't want it to!
Shy, stop it!
>"Not until you love me, Anon!"
I'm not Anon! This isn't greentext! Get a hold of yourself!
>You can feel the climax slowly crawling its way toward the tip of your shaft.
>No!
>This feels so wrong!
Shy, enough!!
>It's coming!!
>"Give me your seed filled with so many wonders!!"
>Aaaaargh!
>You jet your insides directly onto Shy's face.
>She giggles, and opens her mouth, trying to get as much as she can onto her tongue.
>You continue to pump, disgusted with yourself.
>How did she do this to you...?
>...And why are you so sleepy...?
>Casting her spell that you are now under...
>She rolls slowly off of you and gets to her feet.
>Your vision gets blurry.
>You can hardly see her walk away.
>"...Momma loves you, Anon..."

>You are now Swift.
>And man, are you bored.
>You sit at your desk, head supported by your arm and hand, browsing 4chan.
>Man...
>Nebulus is probably getting laid...
>Collar's out at the gym...
>What can you do...?
>...
>A thread catches your attention on /mlp/.
>The OP picture is spoilered...
>...Hmm.
>You click the thread to see further images...
>But it's already deleted.
>You sit up in your seat.
Damn, Scruffy. You're on your game...
>...Huh. Well...
>...No one's home...
>...
>You click the URL bar, typing in the address for Paheal.
>Heh heh heh...
>After a quick search for Fluttershy, you take a look through your options and slowly unzip your pants.
>Hey, fuck it, ain't no one gonna catch you.
>Just as you're about to pull it out--
>Your door swings open violently, slamming against the wall.
>You leap up in your chair, startled out of your mind, and fling your head around.
>Shy stands at the threshold, covered in...
>...Wait, what the fuck!?
Shy!? What the hell is that!?
>She looks at you, then past you to your monitor, shaking her head and tsking.
>"Naughty boy... looking up nasty images of me?"
>You squint your eyes.
>...What? Is she--
>OH SHIT!
>You spin around and snag your mouse, slamming the X button as quickly as you can.
Heh! Oh, gee! How did that get there? Crazy pop up ads... who would look at such a thing?
>You throw on an awkward smile, laughing nervously as you look at Shy.
>She's... grinning, oddly enough.
>"There there, Anon..."
>...There's that Anon thing again.
>"You don't need to settle for pictures..."
>She moseys up to you and sits down on your lap.
>You kind of back away.
>That's definitely cum on her face.
>"...When you can have the real thing right here."
>...
>You sit in silence for a moment.
...Heh. Well, where are your wings, Fluttershy?
>She slaps her face down hard to yours, melting her lips with yours.
>The sloppy baby gravy on her face smears against your cheeks.
AWH WHAT THE FUCK!?
>She breaks the kiss.
>"Is other people's cum on your face your fetish, Anon?"
I'M NOT FUCKING GAY YOU DUMB BIMBO!
>You try to get up, but she pins you down to the chair somehow.
>How is she this strong!?
>She giggles, and, keeping you pinned with her legs, swings her shirt up and over her arms, revealing her bare chest.
>Your eyes widen.
>...Hey, not bad.
>She giggles.
>"Do you like momma's crotchtits?"
Yeah... I--
>Crotchtits!?
 --I mean no! FUCK, NO!
>You free your arms and try to pry yourself up and off, but she snags your arms mid-air.
>She holds them down and around the chair, almost like you were handcuffed behind the back.
>You fight, and struggle, but you can't get free.
>She giggles again, and slides her body down off the chair, onto her knees.
>Your member is already at full capacity through your zipper.
>Wait!
>Wha.. But how!?
>Your--
>...FUCK!
>CLOPPING!
>YOU KNEW IT WOULD BE YOUR DOWNFALL!
>With her chest by your crotch, she presses her tits together with her shoulders, wrapping them around your second head.
>You bite your tongue.
>Jesus Christ...
>"Let me show you a good time, Anon..."
>She begins moving them up and down, sliding them all over your junk.
>A bona-fide tit job.
>You've never had this done before.
>It's... incredible.
>You grit your teeth.
>No! Don't enjoy this, Swift! You can't!
>The physical sensation is bliss!
>But the mental sensation is hell!
>"Do you like my crotchtits all over your no-no parts, Anon?"
>And her fucking mouth!
I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT THE FUCK TO FEEL!
>"Feel my love!"
YOUR LOVE IS SHIT!
>Her fleshy, soft breasts caress your shaft faster and faster.
>Holy shit, you can't take this!
>"Give it to me, Anon!"
Fuck you, you can't have it!
>"But I want it!"
EAT A DICK!
>"OH ANON~"
>She envelops her mouth around your shaft.
>SWEET MERCIFUL--
>Without warning, faster than your mind can comprehend, you soak the inside of her mouth with your cum.
>She sucks your tip like a straw, greedily snagging every last drop she can get.
>You grit your teeth again, but you soon seem to be getting.... rather sleepy...
>Your vision blackens...
>She laughs a little, then releases your hands, gets up, and walks toward your door.
>You hold up your hand, rising from the chair.
W-Wait...
>You mumble.
>But your consciousness is leaving you.
>The ground swings quickly to your face as you collapse down, passed out.

>The clock in the living room ticks very loudly.
>You, Collar, sit down at the dining room table with your two roommates.
>You all sit in silence...
>...
>The clock's noise still ticks through the air.
>...
>You sigh.
...Should I call him?
>You look to your two roommates.
>Nebulus looks at you, then Swift.
>Then, back to you...
>...He nods.
>You look to Swift.
>He's staring down at the table.
>...
>He looks back up, meeting your eyes.
>...He also nods.
...Alright.
>You reach into your pocket and bring out your phone.
>You scroll through your contacts.
>...
>There. Theseus.
>You select his name, and the call begins.
>You put it on speaker, and place it in the middle of the table.
>...
>*Brrring.*
>...
>*Brrring.*
>*Click*
>"Hello?"
>You look to your roommates.
>...They all nod.
...Hey, Thes. How's it going?
>"Collar? Hey man, good."
>He pauses for a moment.
>"...Am I on speaker?"
>Nebulus sighs.
>"Yeah Thes, you are. Look, we need to talk to you about something..."
>There's a silence.
>"...It's about Shy, isn't it?"
>You all look to each other once more.
>"...Yeah man, it is," Swift says.
>He's silent once more.
>...
>"...Did she... did she rape you guys?"
>Your heart jumps a little in your chest.
>Nebulus and Swift seem to have the same general reaction.
>You can hear Theseus sigh at the other end of the line.
>"She did, huh?"
>You're all silent...
>...
>"Well, come on..." he starts, "be honest..."
>...
>"...It was pretty fuckin' sweet, wasn't it?"
>What...?
>You look up to your friends.
>Nebulus looks speechless.
>Swift is biting his lip.
>You turn back to the phone.
Thes... that bitch was crazy.
>He laughs at the other side of the line.
>"Completely. Wouldn't go near her again. Kind of traumatizing, really..."
>You laugh just a little.
>"But you know it... while it lasted..."
>You look up once again.
>Swift takes a deep breath...
>...And exhales, smiling like a bastard after.
>"Okay, it was pretty damn incredible."
>A hearty chuckle comes from the phone speaker.
>Nebulus shifts in his chair a bit and laughs.
>"Yeah man, I gotta say... that was probably the most intense sex I've ever had."
>They look to you, smiling and laughing.
>It's... contagious.
>You smile too.
...Alright, alright... it was pretty fucking sweet.
>"There we go!" Theseus shouts, laughing.
>You all join in a great group giggle.
>The crackily phone's chuckle is the loudest.
>"Hahaha! Hah... hah... but really, watch out for that chick."
>You all stop your laughing, wiping your faces or doing other nonchalant things, and nod.
>"We don't need any other friends getting caught up with her."
>"Yeah," Neb says, "that'd be... a little weird."
>You all agree.
>Man, what a bizarre thing to happen.
>...Just watch out.
>We don't need anyone else...
>...Fucking Fluttershy

The End