Scrunchy Nose Drunk-Shot

Scrunchy Nose Drunk-Shot

A request for some fucking Anon.

>you've been in Equestria for a while
>it's pretty nice, p0nies are really cool
>you didn't believe it at first, but you came to understand that this was your new world
>you missed some things of your good old human world, like the internet
>however, you just had to go outside to entertain yourself
>the only thing that was weird was Fluttershy
>you'd think she was of the mane 6, like in the show, but something was off
>she always stared a bit too long, always wanted to be with you a bit more than the others
>you never really knew what she wanted or why she acted differently
>must have been some strange difference between the real her and the show
>fuck the show anyway, it was nothing like the real thing
>you're taking a walk of the average P0nyville day
>Dash is a bro enough to always leave one or two clouds over your head
>you've always hated direct sunlight, especially the really warm, equestrian sun
>you had nothing against the good Princess, but she was bright as fuck and it wasn't pleasant
>you see the gray mailmare messing up her deliveries as usual
>you laugh internally because "malemare"
>poor thing had a hard time reading the addresses with her eyes, but she did her best
>a unicorn is berating the delivery mare for getting her package lost
>again
>the pegasus' reaction is to say she's sorry as her snout scrunches up
>your attention suddenly narrows
>your heartbeat skyrockets
>her snout
>is scrunched
>the curvature of her lips
>the ridges on the snout as it scrunches
>it was intoxicating
>you take a few seconds to find your breath again
>you don't even know why you're rock hard and turned on
>turning away, you hope nobody can see the tent in your pants
>you run home, the exercise helps you take your mind off the event
>what you don't know is that and a obviously hidden yellow pegasus was watching you
>you were too busy trying not to think about the scrumptious scrunched nose to even connect the dots
>the dots being a full sized p0ny hiding behind a bouquet of petunias with both wings flared up
>you calm down at home, making some tea
>delicious mixed berry tea with some sugar
>your sweet tooth would be the death of you but the amounts of fucks you gave equaled zero
>Pinkie loved your shit for that reason
>fucking sugar
>you wondered what all this was about
>getting all bothered by scrunchyfaces
>whatever, could have been a random bonertime
>you still can't shake the feeling that there's something more about this
>what had set you off was really how her snout was all scrunched up
>but why?
>why was it so enticing to see the nose of another, completely different species crumple in on itself, along with the folding of tender lips...
>goddamn it boner
>you've gone too far now
>you finish your tea, forcing yourself to think about other things
>you're so relaxed when you set the empty cup down that
>scrunched faces are the least of your worries now
>you aren't even thinking about anything
>you're just so comfy
>you don't want to get up from your chair
>you feel tired
>so comfortable
>all warm and settled in
>you would have made a thread on some fourth channel board if you had an internet connection
>you'd have made a comfy thread
>you fall asleep in a warm perfection of comfy
>you wake up
>wondering why you can't move, you articulate a good "huuuhr,drhawlhjek"
>perfect, that was a succinct expression of your feelings
>why is Fluttershy petting your head?
>why is FLUTTERSHY IN YOUR FUCKING HOUSE
"Oh Anon, are you okay?" she says gently
>gently, with a side of maniac
>slowly, you come to realize that she drugged your fucking tea
>goddamn tree hugging bitch
"L... let me gew..."
>you barely vocalize your thoughts
"Poor Anon... Do you... Do you really want to go"? she says
>you nod
>your drugged state is intense, but you can feel that it's in its last leg
>fucking colors everywhere
>what in all the fuck did she put in your tea
>the effects are fading fast and you soon begin to regain the control over your limbs
>trying to get up, she pushes you down
"That's too bad, Anon"
>you would usually overpower her easily
>you're about to simply stand up when it happens
>you weren't ready for it
>her face scrunches up
>you see the lines on her snout form as her mouth forms the gentle, sad scowl
>her eyes look wonderful as the ripples radiate from her nose
>dat scrunch
>no, boner, not this time
>it's too strong, captain!
>"Assuming direct control" says your dick
>you can only moan in both pleasure and discontent
>she's already rubbing your crotch
"Anon... Is scrunchy-face your fetish?" she says
>you can't even move
>her face is perfect
>you feel an orgasm boiling up
"Yes" you admit, weak and on the edge of coitus
>you see her grin as she radiates happiness
"I can't believe I found your fetish, Anon!" she yells, bubbling with joy and performing a little twirl in mid-air
>AHA!
>HER SPELL IS BROKEN NOW
>the influence of her scrunchy face has dissolved
>you get up and snatch her in flight
"Scrunchy faces are my fetish, but you're not!" you say
>you throw her through the window
>it cost you 183 bits to get it fixed
>worth it

Fucking Fluttershy.