Pon-E Blackouts.

It's been months since the introduction of Pon-E,

It's been put on the "Illegal to own, not illegal to use" Side of legal.

Today you wake up from a black out.

You'd been using 'Casually' for two weeks straight.

It's safe to say this is your first pro longed period as a human, not barring your come downs to avoid the big OD.

You get up giving a good straight stretch, the phantom limb feeling of the wings that She'd had lingering

You smack your lips as you walk forward a bit, your hands sitting on the kitchen counter as you looked around through your many different soda's wanting to wash out the nasty taste,

"Okay....Try to remember," you mutter as you rub your head.

You'd heard about black outs. Supposedly they only happened to the heavy users. The one's who literally went the bare minimum between dosages.

You weren't A heavy user, just slightly heartbroken.

Your girlfriend was originally the user in your home, you'd chosen to abstain from her various habits.

She never used in the apartment you both shared...but occasionally you'd find pills that had a distinct smell of spaghetti sauce.

You'd been trying to pretend it wasn't true, the long day periods where she'd disappear and not be seen until at least two days later, the fact that she never had any real spending money only ever wearing the same rotation of seven shirts with two different pants.

She was a cupcake chewer.

You'd always thought that your town would be to conservative to actually have bronies of that nature. but then again you had the habit of always being wrong.

The last time you saw her was when after the argument, a loud bellowing "It's over!" followed by her raging out of the room, slamming the door as she excited, you still occasionally shake the obscenities out of nooks and crannies of the room. or at least it feels like it.

You;d argued before and she always came back as you both apologized for your actions.

You woke up alone the next morning.

Then the doubt settled in.

The paranoia, worry.

The temptation.

You saw those pills, she'd never came back for them. they radiated the faint smell of spaghetti sauce.

You remember the way the small oval pill felt between your thumb and index finger. white, covered in red speckles.

The thought pounded in your head,

'Just once, to see why she likes it so much'

You didn't hate the show, but you would watch it casually with her when you both stayed home on a weeknight.

You were depressed, angry, full of grief.

it tasted like tomato sauce.

You can never forget the first time.

The way your mare body felt so light, how your wings fluttered up and around even if they couldn't lift you for more than a foot or for more than a couple minutes.

That first moment looking at your self in the mirror seeing your blue fur and darker blue mane, the first word out of your mouth "Dew Drop"

You broke the first rule, then you remember the fifth rule

No sexual acts.

That first time every thing felt more alive than they'd been in the three days your girlfriend had been gone.

Colors were brighter, the bread was tastier. Apple's! a fruit you hadn't liked ever in your life tasted like the best damn thing you'd had since deep fried Twinkies.

You felt a million times more soft as you trotted around your apartment, happier then you'd ever been in the past few days.

You sat happily curled up on a pillow as you tinkered around nudging the remote to the tv, setting up the episode's for mlp, setting netflix on auto run for the whole season,

The thought sounded pretty suitable for the situation.

About an hour in your watching hearts and hooves day,

For some reason...for some reason you couldn't stop looking at Big Macintosh.

A tall, strong Stallion....works hard...

You shouldn't of thought about that, Hell thinking it normally would have made you cringe.

But the thought, cuddle time with Big Mac...

The tingle started slowly in your nethers, hot and unfamiliar.

Without noticing you licked your lips slightly as the thought of kissing him pranced across your mind, getting a good taste of the apple flavoring his mouth no doubt held.

A strong stallion like him would make life so much easier for you.  Someone to rely on and just let take care of all your worries.

You laid your head down closing your eyes as you thought deeply on the fantasy cooking in your mind.

You bit your lip as he pulls away from the kiss, his lips pressing back for a lingering second as he murmurs your name "Dew Drop" in that twanging southern accent of his, the word echoing past your lips, causing shivering goosebumps all the way down your mane and tale as it flicked across the floor. the way he stood over you as your hooves wrapped around each other as the passionate kiss held strongly.
You felt a slight bit of sweat travel down your forehead a bit as you watched how he walked and had that smile. A down right friendly smile that invited anyone to talk with him.

You wanted to hug him.

You hear the remote hit the floor, you barely open one eye a bit before closing it, your back hooves splayed out wide as your forehooves rub softly against the marehood between them.

You can feel the sticky heat build as Big Mac holds you down on the bed his moutch travelling along as he kisses your mouth, trailing down to your neck as you let out stifled moans through your teeth bitten lips.

Your back arches as the tingle moves up, through out your body, your goosebumps keep raising and lowering as you heat up, your hoove's rubbing faster.

Big Mac's lips continue kissing a hot trail down your belly stirring up girlish squeeks as you squirm under the hot heat of his lips. Knowing that if he goes lower there's only one place he'll end up.

Somewhere you're sure you hear the voice of some boring old grouch trying to make you stop doing this, but why should you?! it's soo goo-OH!" Suddenly your gasp out loud, the noise echoing across your apartment.

Big Mac's tongue...is the best damn thing in the world.

You're pretty sure the family upstairs could hear you moaning as you rub away at the slit of yours.

You can hear Big Mac murmuring "Dew Drop" over and over between long licks and soft kiss as he takes you to a height you've never been before as the orgasm tears straight through you, a wave of pleasure making you moan out loudly as consciousness fails you.

Babies have never slept more soundly.

You woke up a day later. You'd slept a whole 13 hours...except you woke up in the exact opposite end of your appartment, head laid out sideways in a bowl of cereal. Weird.

With worry you'd made a conscious note to never do that again....

Note's are never as concrete as they should be.

You lasted all of until 9 p.m. that night before popping your next dose, a long blazing ride of excitement as you found yourself lost in hazy sexual fantasies with every pony that had a line or more, every orgasm a wonderful shattering of every negative thought.

one week went by and you'd decided to quite cold turkey.

You lasted all of 2 days.

You couldn't keep your head straight as the memory's kept playing in your headm forcing feelings of shame into your system, why boners a plenty as you realised if you didn't quit you'd probably end up no better than your exgirlfriend....

That thought made you felt more pained than anything.

Maybe if you'd both used together, neither of you would be in this mess.

The thought lead you to the coffe table where the pill still layed out.

You didn't even have time to rationalise before you felt the spicy spaghetti flavor go down your throat before you soon blacked out completely, the first of three total blackouts you'd have. They'd gotten progressively longer each time you'd taked it but that first time you'd managed to find yourself woken up in a small play room of a few kids, hidden in a small little home ball pit. You'd resolved to stop completely.

You locked and chained the door behind you on the way in, carrying the note from the land lord about complaints of loud disturbing noises coming from your floor.

You managed to last a full three day's you'd had all of two pills left over now. The itching and burning of your skin keeping you from thinking straight as you stared at your last two pills....

"I'm not an addict" you mumbled eyes never once leaving the ccoffee table, your fingering pushing the pill over the hardwood surfeace as you tried not to think of howeasy it was as Dew Drop.

"I'm not an addict" You repeat lifting the pill up as your other hand felt around under the lining of the coach for your emergency beer.

"I'm not an addict...after this trip...I'm done" you say as you hastily toss the pill against the back of your tongue, the beer chasing it down as you remembered another rule

6. Don't blend with other drug/alcohol

Oh no.

The black out was less falling asleep as it was dreaming. You could hears and see everything but were incapable of influenceing Dew Drop in any way as she managed to improvise a way to unchain and unlock the door using a broom handle.

You nearly  cried when you were approached by a trio of brony's and taken to their home just down the block. Every nuzzle against your cheek making your heart skip a beat, every stroke of your mane catching your breath. The bearded brony having felt softer than expected when he' dgave yo ua soft peck on the cheek as you found yourself the center of a happy cuddle pile.

You lucked out so badly, knowing how they could have gotten sexual had they wanted to and you'd have made zero effort to stop their advances.

Thank god for whiteknights. eventually the alcohol worked out of your system and the black out hit further.

Before you know it you're back here. Stretching out in your living room.

You have one pill left.

As you walk out of the shower you find your door is ajar. You hold your towel tightly across your waste as you look around your room. "Anyone in here?" .

"A-Anon?" you hear an odd voice that sounds like a mix between familiar and the voice of a pony.

You turn immediatly finding an adult female, standing at her side is a small stallion with pale grey fur and yellow hair.

"Evening sir." The girs said looking at you a bit "I believe you know my little friend here, says he was your girlfriend."

The stallion lowers his head as his ears fold back "I'm sorry anon, I...our argument made me weak"

Your heart  drops as you realise that IS your girlfriend...and you feel absolute heart ache at how stupid you were during that argument.

"He goes by Tick Tock now as much as I'm afraid to say" The woman tells you, you look to her, you can see alevel of sincerity in her eyes "She had a dysociative episode at a petting party I had, I couldn't stop her"

"I'm sorry!" Your girlfriend cries slightly as he lowers down onto his belly a bit laying his jaw on the floor "I was so heart broken and all I thought of was how awful it would be going back to being me and not having you and j-just...just, I couldn't take it!" he holds his hooves over his face in shame.

Every word that said makes your heart quiver in pain as you see your former girlfriend just as, NO worse than you were just 12 hours ago.

"So...We have two options here" The woman says as she looks to you, you meet her eye and you almost feel like she instantly can see something inside you. "One. I can leave her here with you, you give me a small sum of cash to cover the pills that Tick ate, and you can keep and take care of her, it would be difficult. More like owning a pet, but sh-excuse me HE would be happy living with you and you would probably be closer to back in a relationship." She pauses a moment reaching for a pocket in the front of her shirt.

She then reaches to pull something from her pocket "Or" she pulls something from the small ziplock bag that had been in her pocket, moving something down to the coffee table.

A second pill of Pon-E,

"We can make an arrangement for you to to both come to live with me as pony's with me and my boyfriend." she smiles a knowing smile, there isn't any cruelty, nor contempt, just a smile.

"I have no idea why I'd-"

"He's told me about her old stash and how it was out in public"

Your girlfriend whimpers in shame "they were all on the coffee table..."

"So either you missed one throwing them all out, which considering there street value, highly unlikely considering how you live here on this side of town. Or curiosity gotthe better of you, I don't blame you. I can tell anyway, the room has the smell of horse pussy. "

You feel your blood run cold.

"Thing is because it was technically you, you can't smell it as well" She tells you calmly, You can't read her eyes to see if she's enjoying seeing you squirm.

"And I can see that look in your eyes, You've not slept properly in a couple days...even when you weren't taking the pills you were having weird dreams I bet"

You try to think of a way to reply "That's typical of the ones who get to deep into the drug, the withdrawal are maddening." she keeps going "I'm sure you've had black outs. "

Your doomed.

"anyhow, from the looks of it, You really couldn't pick the first option anyway."She showed no signs of any negative emotion "you'd have her one week before taking this last pill, rut with the moment you turn into your cute little pony self, turn back and probably go out and do who knows what to get that thrill back, I've seen it before" she moves down to give Tick Tock a nice pet on the mane "I'm not a bad guy, I'd be doing you both a favor if you just took those pills and  came with me"

You try musterng up the will to punch this bitch in the face.

"Did I mention the black outs would stop? And that you'd have control again."

You're suddenly frozen up again.

"Y-you...that's not possible though"

"It is" she says "an old friend of mine had been having black outs before having a massive dissociative episode, he runs a small business now, completely free of his lunatic mare side. he builds websites for a living"

You're trying to rationalize everything now, This woman who you don't even know her name is tearing down everything you'd thought about addicts to this drug....and she's winning! \

"It's not as bad as you'd think, I'll let you run a job through the internet, plus I'd keep you both safe. You'd be treated just like family."

"C-can I think on all this?" You're voice shakes a little as all that registers, the fact that you could still have a life as a pony made the decisionto stay as you are even harder.

You can't deny you're an addict by this point...any attempt to say otherwise would be disproven by the desire to take a pill and go find the brony's.

"I'll give you a night to think on it" She smiled up to you, showing sincere friendliness "and if it help's, me and my boyfriend are fans of the show ourselve, so don't think I'm only doing this to get you out of some sick thrill." she explains "Oh, also I live on the very edge of town, so you'd never worry about getting arrested."

Fuck, now that she says that, it's a mircacle you've not been put in a holding pen at the police staton.

"So, I'll see you tomorrow"

"Goodbye Anon." Tick says quietly as they both leave.
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You never slept that night.

All you could think of was that itch. Your girlfriend was a stallion.

You were a mare,

You clearly wetren't going to be able to stop this dizzying road. You knew you'd end up selling more than you cared to sell to keep everything going...

The next day came.

Soon she's there....she tell you her name is Katherine. "So have you decided."

You nod a bit picking up the two pills of Pon-E.

You didn't say a word.

3 days later a missing persons report was filed.

Hard to believe someone actually missed you.

Today you're resting with Tick Tock happily nuzzling your head across his mane "I love you Tick" you say happily as he smiles to you.
"I love you to Dew Drop" he tells you and you know he means it.

You sigh happily as the both of you laying out in the sun on the carpet laid across the wood deck. the light breeze ruffling the feathers of your wings.

You know you're still not better than you're exgirlfriend, but then again you're know better than Tick Tock's exboyfriend.

Just a couple of addicts who died somewhere in the past 2 weeks.

You're still an addict, but you shamelessly revel in all those wonderful pleasures as Katherine and her boyfriend come out from the kitchen with a few glasses of lemonade and some apples as you both rest in your owners arms as you giggle and laugh your way into the fuzzy naps of belly rub blackouts.

-end.