Anon's Girly Adventure Part Six

> Your eyes flutter open.
"...uhhh..."
> You can't see much, it must be night time.
> You're suddenly aware of the cool breeze on your ass.
"Where the fuck are my pants?"
> You try to get up, and fall right back down, writhing in pain.
"Oh god...everything HURTS!"
>Everything comes rushing back to you:
> The unexpected sex change
> Playing dress up with Rarara
> Something about a hot air balloon
> Being practically raped
> The dream about Yankee Doodle
> You shudder.
> Pantyhose did not suit him.
> You try to move again.
> It hurts too much.
"Come on, Anon. Lindsey Lohan does this shit every day. Man up."
> Ok, on the count of three.
> Uno!
> Dos!
> You force yourself to roll onto your back.
"FUCK!"
> Your pussy is throbbing, and not in the good way.
>It feels like you're bleeding, but its too dark to tell.
> All you can see are strangely shaped trees, grass and the moon.
> Wait a minute...
> This area is surrounded by those trees.
> You were smack dab in the middle of the Everfree forest.
> Shit.
> You feel yourself start to panic.
> No, no. Calm down.
> Think.
> There's only one pony who lives in the Everfree forest.
"ZECORA!!!"

At Zecora's hizzouse...
>Zecora is laying in her bed, blunt hanging from the side of her mouth.
>"My, this Kush is dank, wish I had some purp drank."
"Zecora!"
>"Who the fuck is that? Yo, I ain't got no more crack!"
"Zecora! I know you're out there! Only a nigger pony lives in the fucking woods!"
> "Shit."
> She begins to shake violently.
>"B-but I need to take one more hit! "

> You're lying there for another thirty minutes before a light shines into your eyes.
>You squint and throw a hand up to protect your eyes.
"What up, Zigga?"
>"What's goin' on? Why are you out here all alone?"
"I can't move."
>"You just moved your arm, did you not? Get off of your lazy plot."
"I didn't mean it litera--look, my vagina is screaming bloody murder. Quite literally. HELP ME, NIGGA!"
>She shines the light on your lady parts.
> "Uh, that's not blood. That's jizz."
"Shit, really? How much--"
> You're cut off as she suddenly starts convulsing.
>What the fucking fuck?
> Just as her eyes roll back into her skull, she shouts "YOU CAN GET THE BIZ!"
> Her eyes return to normal and she picks her flashlight up.
>"What can I do to help you?"
> You blink.
> You wait exactly twelve seconds before responding.
"What the FUCK just happened?"
>"If I don't rhyme, I explode. It's Zebra code."
> Why couldn't the blacks at home have that?
> You're old roomate would have been more bearable.
>'Watch me make this white bitch bend! I don't give a fuck if she's your girlfriend! '
> Nevermind.
> You give Zecora a cute smile.
"Could you carry me home, Corey?"
>"Your girlish charm will not work on me. I'll drag your ass back to the tree."
> She tosses the flashlight at you and grabs you by the hair.
"Wai--"
> She pulls.
"AHH! BITCH, THIS AINT WEAVE, STOP PULLIN' MY SHIT!"
> You feel some of your hair get yanked out by the roots.
"FUCK!"