Choose Deception

>”Uhm…Anonymous…?”
>You pry your eyes open to see Fluttershy looming over you.
>”C-can you m-make me s-some…uhm…some of that stuff again?”
>You haven’t even been sleeping that long. You still feel so tired.
Fl-Fluttershy…what time is it? You just had some…
>You try to roll over but look at the clock.
>It reads 4:00 p.m.
>But that can’t be. You went to sleep at 2.
>You must have been…really tired…
>You shove Fluttershy off of you and rise to your feet, but quickly lose your balance.
>”Anonymous…I really need my fix…”
>She isn’t screaming at you for it…seems odd.
>You wobble into the kitchen to prepare more laudanum for Fluttershy.
>She trails behind you slowly.
>”An-non…uhm…when will it be ready?”
>You carefully measure out the alcohol and place it into a glass.
Not too long. Be patient, please.
>Fluttershy backs away from you as you get to work.
>You can feel her eager eyes stare through you as you mix the proportions. 10-1.
How long was I asleep?
>You look back to see if she heard you.
>”Uhm…I-I don’t know…”
>She looks away from you.
>Strange.
>As the last flakes of opium latex dissolve into the alcohol, you slide the mixture aside as you reach for Fluttershy’s sugar dish.
>You remember it being too bitter for her.
>Hesitantly, you scoop three spoonfuls into the glass.
>Is that enough? You certainly aren’t going to do a taste test to make sure.
>This one glass should be just enough to wean her off of the alkaloids for good.
>You face the strung out pony.
First thing is first: we need to get your nutrients back up. Let’s eat something.
>She looks at the glass of cloudy liquid.
>”B-but, uhm…w-what about-“
Later, Fluttershy. You need your strength.
>You slide the glass against the wall and reach in the cupboard for a couple plates.
>You open her refrigerator and produce some apple juice and eggs.
>Ponys eat eggs?
Fluttershy go ahead and take a seat. I know I slept through it, but I’m going to make you breakfast anyways.
>Your words make you remember.
Why did I sleep so long anyways?
>Fluttershy chokes on her juice and brings the glass back down onto the table.
>”Uhm…I-I guess it’s because I w-woke you up..? Sorry…”
>You remember now.
>You slide your tongue around the inside of your mouth, trying to recall the odd taste.
>Was that real?
So…what was that anyways?
>You flip over the egg in the pan; the hot oil bubbles.
>Fluttershy wipes her mouth with her arm.
>”I-I was just…n-nothing.”
>Her quivering voice says otherwise.
>You put the fried eggs on the table. One for each of you.
>Fluttershy doesn’t seem interested in eating, but you know she’s hungry.
>She eyes your fork as it goes to your mouth.
Fluttershy? Go ahead and eat. I know you have to be hungry.
>”O-okay…and th-then can I…?”
Yes. Then you get your medicine, I promise.
>She pauses to look at her food before eagerly scarfing it down.
>The act takes less than a few seconds.
>She smiles a little at you.
>You look at your plate.
Here. Take mine too; I’m not all that hungry actually.
>You really aren’t. Strange.
>First you sleep late, then you aren’t even hungry?
>You don’t even have to go to the bathroom or anything.
>You get a spoon from the drawer and begin to get Fluttershy’s laudanum.
>Fluttershy stops eating. She’s mesmerized by your actions.
>You turn around with a spoonful of the liquid to see Fluttershy in a trance.
>Her mouth is wide open, a sliver of egg hanging from her lips.
>”I-is it t-t-time…?”
>You move in closer.
Uh…yeah. Why don’t you finish eating? This will be here when you’re done.
>Fluttershy perks up and flings the plate to the floor. The egg and porcelain scatter.
>”Uhm…oops…”
>You sigh.
Okay. Fine. Head to bed, Fluttershy. I’ll administer it there.
>Fluttershy happily trots to her room and plops on her bed.
>Funny. She seems to be getting a lot better and recovering fairly well.
>Does she even need this?
>You carefully carry the glass of laudanum into the bedroom.
>As you enter Fluttershy’s room, she perks up from under the blankets.
>”I-is that th-the…?”
Yes, Fluttershy. Now lean up…it’s time.
>She instinctively opens her mouth and tenses her face up in preparation for the foul taste of the mixture.
>”Anonymous, wait!”
>You do.
>”Uhm…will you, uhm…make train noises for me? P-please?
>Odd. But she deserves this…whatever it is.
>Plus…the guilt.
>You oblige the pegasus.
>You tilt the spoon to Fluttershy’s lips and tilt it back.
>The white liquid quickly disappears down her throat as you chug along for her.
>Fluttershy’s eyes roll behind her head as you empty the last drops of laudanum onto her tongue.
>You leave the pony to put the supplies away, but return to see that her orgasmic expression hasn’t faded at all.
Fluttershy…?
>She doesn’t answer you.
Flutters…? Can you hear me?
>Her eyes are barely open. Her mouth is slightly ajar.
>You start to get scared. Did you not measure the dosage correctly? Did the addition of the sugar do something?
>Panic.
Fluttershy? Wake up!
>You shake her.
>Nothing. No response.
>You put your ear to her mouth to hear for a sign of life.
>Faint breaths.
>As you pull your head away, you and Fluttershy’s eyes lock.
>You feel her pull your head towards hers.
>In one quick action, she locks lips with you and you taste a foul burn on your tongue.
>Fluttershy moans and she swaps liquids with you.
>You try your hardest t break the bitter embrace.
>It’s no use. Fluttershy violates your oral cavity for a good minute or two.
>Finally after pushing her with all your might, you’re free.
>You swallow her foul saliva.
>Ugh. It’s disgusting.
Fluttershy! What are you doing? You had me worried sick!
>She cowers.
>”S-sorry…”
>You wipe your mouth. It’s covered in liquid.
>”I just w-wanted you to f-feel good, too…”
Well…I’m sorry, but I don’t feel that way for you…
>Fluttershy cowers under the covers.
>She’ll fall asleep soon.
>You go to the kitchen to clean up the breakfast mess.
>You kneel down and carefully pile the broken plate into your hand.
>Upon rising to your feet, you lose your balance and nearly fall on your face.
W-what’s going on…?
>The room spins.
>You’re face sweats.
>You wipe your dripping mouth.
What’s happening…?
>You legs feel like noodles.
>You look at your drool-covered hand.
>It’s covered in a white film.
Flu-
>You fall to the ground as a darkness washes over you.