Choose Addiction

>You are Fluttershy and you’re hiding under your blankets. The only place you are 100% safe.
>You’re so very warm from the yummy liquid that Anonymous gave you.
>Your insides feel like long rolls of warm silk unfurling onto a sunny meadow.
>You start to drift off to a peaceful sleep but then…
>A loud crash from the kitchen.
I-it worked…
>You stumble into the kitchen to the source of the noise.
>You find an unconscious Anonymous with bits of broken plate and fried egg on the floor.
>You slowly creep up to him and nudge him with your hoof.
>He appears to be unresponsive.
>Good.
>You walk to the counter and are about to carry out your plan, until…
>You look back at him.
>He seems so helpless…just like you were.
Oh…I can’t just l-leave him there…
>Giving into the guilt, you fetch a blanket from the corner and fling it over his limp body.
>Now for the fun.
>You walk over to the counter and stand on your hind legs to reach towards the back of the counter.
Just…a little…
>You struggle to reach for the glass of laudanum.
>You flutter your wings a little until your hoof taps the glass.
S-so close…c-come to mama…
>Your wings flap harder.
>You hear Anonymous stir behind you.
>It frightens you.
>You lose focus and don’t realize that the glass is well within your grasp.
>Blindly you swing your arm for it.
>There’s a loud clank as the glass tips onto its side, unleashing a flood of opaque liquid the quickly spreads all over the counter.
N-NO!
>Like I true addict, you throw you face to the countertop and try to scrape together the drugs.
>You rub your tongue on the counter like an animal lapping up food.
>It’s everywhere…no chance of ingesting it all now.
>You look over to Anonymous.
>He’s starting to wake up.
>Your drugs are gone…there’s no hope now…
>You fly over to him and straddle him.
>”Fl-Fluttershy…? What happened? My head hurts…”
N-nothing…you just fell…
>You stare into his eyes.
>His suddenly expand with realization.
>”Y-you…you drugged me…? Why?”
>He’s right. You look away from him.
>It was when you kissed him. You spat the drugs into his mouth.
>Just like the night before.
>You wanted him to feel good with you.
I just wanted you to know how good it feels…to have the flowers inside of you…oh, Anonymous, I just l-love it...
>He looks strangely at you. You know he liked it, even if he doesn’t admit it.
>You want to kiss him again. Your lips are still faintly covered with some of the liquid from the counter.
>Anonymous is too weak to fight back.
>You look seductively into his dazed eyes.
N-now that you’ve had a taste of that, how about a taste of m-me…?
>You lean in and press your lips against his. You can feel the opium liquid on his lips…making the kisses all the more intoxicating.
>You run your hooves all over his clothed, limp body.
>He’s so warm…and he’s all yours.
>You release him and grab the glass that contained the laudanum.
>You scoop some liquid inside and hold it over Anonymous.
T-time to know how wonderful I can m-make you feel…
>You shove the glass on his mouth; it clacks against his teeth as you begin to pour.
>You see his eyes widen as the bitter liquid slides down his throat.
>Anonymous tries to speak through his gags.
>”Fl-Flutters!”
Shh, rest now, Anonymous…let mama take care of you n-now…
>Anonymous’ eyes glaze over in ecstasy as the flower blood flows down his throat.
>He moans as he mildly hallucinates.
>You don’t give it all to him though; you want to have some fun too.
>You bring the glass to your lips and drink a good amount of the medicine.
>Instantly you feel warm and drowsy.
>You fall to the floor on top of Anonymous.
>As you drift off to sleep, he speaks faintly to you.
>”Fluttershy…this is…amazing…th-thank you…”