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- Alternate scene, by popular request. To clarify, this is NOT part of the story. Some deranged bastards wanted me to do this
- WARNING: out of character-ness
- “Do you have any more of those Pon-E pills?”
- >He nods.
- >You were going to make him pay. You will never forgive him.
- “Show me.”
- >You climb off of him, carefully unwrapping yourself and hopping down onto the floor.
- >You tell Dave you’ll be fine and to just wait in the main room. Wouldn't want him interfering, now would you?
- >Jerry stands up out of the chair and leads you into what you assume is his bedroom.
- >On your way in, you close and lock the door, but he doesn't notice.
- >He gets out a duffle bag from his closet and opens it.
- >Inside is a bag of weed and a plastic bag of 4 red and white pills as well as some white powder.
- >He takes out the bag of pills, contemplating them.
- >Now was your time to strike.
- "Take them."
- >He merely looks at you with confusion
- >"W-what?"
- "You heard me. Pop two."
- >"B-but..."
- >This was taking too long.
- >You get up in his face, hopping on his bed to get you at his eye level. He was quite short.
- "You fucking piece of shit, take the god damn pills! Did you honestly think I'd forgive you? We're not fucking done here! Now put them in your mouth!"
- >You raise a hoof threateningly and he flinches away, and with tears running down his face he opens the bag and takes out two of the multi-coloured pills.
- >"Please... Anon... I'm-"
- "Don't fucking say it. I don't care how sorry you are. Put them in your mouth."
- >He looks at you with heartbreak and betrayal in his eyes, and places the pills on his tongue.
- "Now, swallow."
- >He shakes his head, closing his eyes and muttering an incoherent protest.
- "Fucking swallow!"
- >You jump on him and he falls to the ground, the pills flying into his throat as he's forced to swallow them by instinct.
- >You get off of him, and he looks down in horror as he feels the pills start breaking up and circulating through his bloodstream.
- >Already you can see the fur growing on his arms, a lighter shade of blue.
- >His hair was lengthening, turning a purple colour.
- >He had curled up on the floor, shivering in fear.
- >His anatomy was changing, his torso shrinking into that of a petite earth pony mare, his eye sockets expanding along with the eyes themselves.
- >His ears migrated to the top of his head, instantly folding down in discomfort.
- >He lets out a gasp as he feels his spine re-arrange...
- >You remembered feeling that.
- >It hurt.
- >Good.
- >Soon, all that was left of Jeremy was a sniveling mess of a small earth pony mare in a pile of oversized clothes.
- >Now, what to do with her?
- >You could leave her here and force her to adapt to her new body all on her own...
- >but you have a better idea.
- >You walk over to the window and carefully open it.
- >No grill, no blinds, nothing between you and the open air of the alley down below.
- >You saw a dumpster right below the window a story below you.
- >You knew that this alley was always pretty shady.
- >Seeing as how he's got weed he probably conducted business in this very alley a few times.
- >You walk back over to him, and shove yourself under her, hoisting her onto your back.
- >Gods, she was still heavy for such a small mare!
- >Jerry was still in a barely coherent state, between the transformation and his emotional distress.
- >As you approach the window, she seems to come to her senses and realizes what you're doing far too late.
- >"Anon, please, wait, please, no...!"
- >She weakly kicks her limbs, not used to their weight and the new muscles she has to deal with, fruitlessly.
- >You buck your body, tossing her through the window.
- >She screams, and you hear a dull thunk as her body impacts the garbage below.
- >She falls silent.
- >You peek over the edge...
- >She was still breathing. She was unconscious, but still alive.
- >Good. Hopefully some freak would find her.
- >One of her drug friends, maybe.
- >You close the window with a satisfied "hmmph," and clap your hooves together.
- >Your eyes are drawn to the extra two pon-e pills still in the bag, and you make a note to come back for them later.
- >Unlocking the door, you trot back outside to meet Dave.
- >"Hey, where's that Jeremy guy?"
- "Taken care of."
- >"Taken... care of...?"
- >the colour drains from his face.
- >"You don't mean..."
- >You laugh lightheartedly.
- "Oh? No...! No. I would never do that. He's just sleeping it off and thinking about what he's done."
- >Technically not wrong.
- "Cmon. Let's go."
- >Dave grabs his coat and you exit the room.
- >Didn't you have to go get groceries, or something?
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