Mild Roast [Satyrs]

Icarus looked so cool standing there, staggered on the steps, his jacket open and showing his hard chest. His outstretched arm gestured down into the darkness of the stairwell, the old wooden door nearly invisible in the inky black. On top of the stairs a huskier stayr waited, his hands nervously wringing at his belly.

"Come on little guy, don't chicken out now. Just be cool."

Fighting anxiety and hyperventilation the chubby one's chest heaves and he nods to reaffirm himself, and gradually begins to step down into the dark as well. There is no railing, his one hand traces the cinder wall, his other gently between Icarus' shoulderblades. Fantasies of a secret knock or some cool password flash through Little Mac's head, the reality falls flat as the other satyr just curses quietly and yanks the sticky door open.

A great, damp heat thickly pours into the stairwell, Icarus reflecively pulls his jacket off as he stoops through the low doorway, hanging it on a wallpeg and turning to pull Mac in.

"Gets pretty hot down here buddy, just toss your shirt down here on this couch."

Mac mumbled a weak reply, again wringing his hands at his stomach.

"Come on little buddy, nobody cares about a little belly."

He playfully jabs at Mac's paunch, failing to lift the other satyr's spirits. Already feeling like a fish out of water he couldn't help but admire Icarus' hard chest and visible abs. He meekly protests, speaking louder above the droning music.

"I uh, l'd like to keep it on, if that's ok."

Icarus just sort of looked at him for a second with a hint of pity before smiling with his best 'bro' smirk and grabbing his wrist. Pulling him close he starts to tow him through the basement, Mac shrinking under the sensation of dozens of eyes staring at him through the darkness, strange young colts and mares dancing in the crowded room. They serpentine through the bodies to the back, skipping straight to the 'VIP' room that Icarus had promised him a week before.

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The furthest room of the basement was a large closet sized room, holding a table and it's chairs, a couch, and a back counter loaded down with containers and machines. Tightly packed from just the furnature the extra bodies in the room pushed it into claustrophobic territory. Pulled into the dimly lit room Mac made uncomfortable, awkward contact with Icarus's firm body as he pulls the door shit behind them, the two waiting in the doorway for the others to acknowledge them.

The heat was sweltering, the machine in back leaking steam at a steady pace, the barely cracked basement window drawing in only the smallest licks of elicious cold night air. There were no colored or flashing lights in here, only a lamp bolted to the wall, casting it's lonely hard light on the table. A beautiful satyress lay across the table, her ivory skin glistening with sweat, the hard light hitting her drawing a hard black and white contrast on her. Laying as straight as a board beneath her tight tube top her flat, exposed stomach held steady, holding a tiny amount of a inky black fluid in her navel.

Little Mac was so struck by the unexpected scene and her beauty that he didn't see the satyr beyond her, startling with fright as his head strikes her stomach like a viper, sucking the shot dry. Theatrically he whips his head back, tossing his purple hair from his face, swallowing and savoring the harsh fluid. Eyes still shut he stands, holding out his right arm for the girl to take and pull herself up with. She breaks the silence first, giggling at the new boy in the room and waving at Icarus. Garnet sighs as he locks his eyes on Little Mac, Hope still on his arm as she sits on the table cross legged.

"Chubbs? Really?"

Icarus laughed, a nice and friendly, happy, fake laugh.

"Little Mac's a real bro, pretty cool once you get to know him."

"What? Did you lose a bet or something?"

"Garnet, please, just be cool."

Feeling fully alienated and not cool at all Mac stared at his hooves.

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Delusions of fitting in and being like Icarus now seemed so distant to Mac that he couldn't even recall them anymore, so deep was he in his regret for coming at all he hardly noticed the hot ceramic cup shoved into his soft belly.

He glanced up, panic struck as he realized the room had rearranged. Now Icarus sat on the table beside Hope, Mac's safety line out of arms reach. Tall, thin Garnet was beside him, inside his space, forcing the drink in his hands, his sharp eyes staring into's Mac's much softer gaze.

"Drink up, 'cool guy'."

His hands took the heavy mug, burning against it's warmth. Mac's strong arms nearly trembled as he raised it to his face, the hot steam tickling his nose with its foreboding, bitter scent.

Icarus and Hope stared. Garnet stared. A silent dark coated colt Mac just became aware of on the couch stared at him. He was nervous, certainly, and every scrap of honesty in his heart was telling him to hand the cup back and run home.

He touched it to his lips. The smallest sip of the bitter black fluid coated his tongue, he fought nausea. Again he tried, eyes clenched shut, spilling the dark water into his mouth. It burned the tip of his tongue as the bitter oils curled his toes. Lowering the cup in defeat and shame he can feel the scorn radiating off the satyr host, his face twisted into knots as his head already spins as fast as his beating heart.

Rather than sharp criticism a more beautiful voice rings out like music, coming to his rescue.

"Garn, quit being mean. You know nobody drinks it black their first time."

Her light body pops off the table with a click of her hooves, she sweetly elbows Garnet as she lovingly holds her hands over Mac's to steal his cup away. Without spilling a drop she steps on top of the table in the crowded room, ducking low and dropping to the floor at the counter. Mac cannot see her quick alchemy as she mixes and stirs in the darkness, but as she brings back his mug it is now a creamy brown, smelling quite sweet.

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Already knotting in anticipation his second sip surprises him, tasting as delicious as anything the Sugarcube Corner could offer, with only the hard caffeine kick as an afterthought. Unprompted he took a second, deeper sip, Hope's smiling face as warm as the hot fluid racing down his throat.

"See how much better that is? Before long I'll even let you do an espresso shot."

One of her delicate fingers flick her bellybutton, still wet with the murky brew. A different kind of heat rushes to Mac's head as he dumbly stares at her wet navel, admiring the entirety of her sweaty midriff, her uppermost two abs just barely visible when they caught the light right.

Garnet's cough cuts Mac's brief moment of pleasure short, drawing him back to the unpleasant reality of the situation.

"Cute. Why don't you have Hope introduce you around while Ich and l talk a little?"

His meekly mumbled 'ok' commands nobody, Hope had already squeezed by to open the door and her thin grip on his thick wrist lead him away as well as an iron chain.

For about an hour Mac was mostly to himself, Hope had introduced him to about ten ponies in the basement before getting distracted on her caffeine buzz and stepping up to dance in the lights. Again without a lifeline Mac floated toward a nearby wall, head spinning from the strong drink, the colored lights not helping at all. The volume of the music suffocated his meek voice, he couldn't speak to anyone. A good herd of young colts and mares danced together or on sturdy, low tables, the hot fog from the coffee machines catching the amateur light show. Mac didn't know anyone here but Hope and Icarus, his hooves hurt, and his head spun.

Eventually the VIP door opened up again, Icarus leaving by himself. He didn't look long before he found Mac, who was already moving for him. With his friend back Mac was drug into the middle of the room, fighting anxiety as Icarus started to dance and have fun, completely alien gestures to the quiet farm boy.

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After a few reassuring shouts into his ear in the loud room Icarus managed to get Mac to move his body awkwardly as he cut back loose himself, waving his arms and stretching his wings as he looked so fluid compared to the stiff satyr beside him. Still, his awkward bobbing was considered cutting loose for Little Mac, and before long another few hours had passed as the night faded away into the dawn.

As the sun rises the room thins, colts and fillies running back to their homes to meet the day as though nothing had happened. Drenched in sweat the cold morning air seemed frigid, Icarus's dry jacket keeping him warm as he saw Mac off back to the farm.

"You did good little buddy. You're gonna look like shit, but that's ok. You're also gonna 'crash' soon, and it's gonna hurt. Just clench your teeth and try to get through it. You'll be fine, l promise."

He clapped his hands on Mac's clammy shoulders, his bright smile belying his friendly advice.

"And speaking of promises, little buddy, remember ours? Introduce you to all the cool kids, bring you to a few parties..."

He trailed off, looking Mac right in the eye, leaning low and holding Mac tight. Nervously the boy finishes, his voice coarse from shouting the night away.

"- And l'll talk to Cider for you."

Teeth flashed a bright smile, Icarus clapped Mac's shoulders hard in quick succession.

"Great! Catch you later, little buddy."

His wings pompf loudly as he spreads them as wide as possible, with a leap he takes to the air and makes like the wind, leaving Little Mac with a caffeine hangover and a terrible sinking sensation in his stomach.

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More coffee shenanigans coming up, slowly. At least two more parts in the pipe.