Text Adventure Chapter 74 Log

[Used Medium Mana Potion on Magic Recombobulator!]
MRP: [451/500]

>They go at it for a surprisingly long time, but all fun has to stop at some point.
>Your video starts pushing seven minutes before Redheart pokes you.
>”Hey, I think they’ve had enough. Let’s go stop them.”
“True, true. I can’t wait to see their faces, man.”
>You and Redheart approach them and start to pull them away from each other, completely oblivious to what they were doing.
>The stallions watching and enjoying themselves start protesting.
>”Aww, c’mon!”
>”Don’t ruin the fun!”
>”Of course the show gets ruined, it always does!”
>”Seriously guys, who took my sandwich?!”
>You hold back Pinkie who’s still making the kissing motions, while Red tries to keep Berry from falling flat on her flanks.
>Now the crowd disperses, leaving your drunk friend in your arms with nopony else watching.
>Suddenly, the pink party drunk turns around with half-lidded eyes, now staring up at you and a bit of Berry’s saliva running down her cheek.
>”Oh Nonny… It feels sho nice in your arms, mmh~”
>She wraps her arms around your waist in a loose hug, nuzzling against you.
>Except, she’s nuzzling against your crotch.
>Redheart’s having her own problems trying to keep Berry away from her backside, so she’s not paying attention.
>You try to slide her off, but she isn’t budging.
>And now you’re beginning to bulge.
>Pinkie notices this immediately, looking back up at you.
>”Oooo… ish that a birthday candle? Maybe... I could blow it out for you~…”
>You can actually see the bulge being moved by her nose.
>There’s a lot going on in your mind right now.
>As many problems as this issue caused before, you could technically… slip away with her.
>None would be the wiser.
>What do you do?



>Used Teleport!
[-20 MP]
Anon: [HP: 65/125][MP: 90/255]
>You zap out of Pinkie’s grasp, but lean forward and catch her before she falls, kneeling down to meet her eye level.
>At least nobody can see your manhood while you’re kneeling.
>”..H-huh?”
>You then look Pinkie right in her bedroom eyes.
“Sorry hon, it's nice of you to offer, but you know how mad ponies can get when other folks blow out their candle. Now c'mon, let's get you some water.”
>Pinkie frowns a bit, but she doesn’t protest as you lead her back to the counter, very carefully helping her back up on the stool.
>”Mmm, you’re sho nice, nonny… I wish I could find somepony like youu~”
“Hey bartender, tall glass of water for Pinkie here!”
>She nods and starts filling a glass from the tap, as you gently pat Pinkie.
>You let her be for a little while, hoping you’ll get out of her mind soon.
>You look over and check on Red and Berry.
>It looks like the situation’s handled.
>If Berry going back to dancing around the entertained stallions and Redheart looking on in embarrassment is handled.
>Either way, you have something else you’d like to attend to.
>You slip your phone back in your pocket as you walk across the tavern to AJ and Spike, who were still conversing.
>They wave to you, but your sight is drawn by the massive bull in the center of the fenced area.
>That thing is massive.
>”Admirin’ the sweetheart, Anon?”
“Oh… yeah.”
>Applejack tips her hat, nodding back at her sack of bits.
>”Ah made 50 dabloons just now ridin’ it for a whole minute. Wanna try beatin’ my challenge?”
>Spike looks at you expectantly.
>”I don’t think you could beat AJ, honestly.”
“Actually, I was wondering if you wanted to play some po-”
>”Now Spike, it’s alright, not everypony’s got the strength in their thighs like I do.”
>”Yeeeah, probably not.”
>Oh, so they’re challenging you?...
>What would you like to do?



>You’re not about to be pride-struck when you have a whole mouthful of scotch in you.
>You think about going invisible and messing with Applejack’s mask to make her sound like Gilbert Gottfried, but only the wearer can access its powers.
>You also wouldn’t even know how to do it even if you could.
“Alright, let’s see what this thing’s made of, then. Here.”
[You give AJ your iPhone.]
>”What’s this for again? I had a hard enough time tryin’ ta get it workin’ before!”
“Just press the red button and hold it steady. It’s a recorder, like a moving camera. I have a timer on there that’s gonna play some music too, so don’t be alarmed when that happens.”
>AJ starts chuckling as she holds the phone up steady.
>”Alright, so video proof of you fallin’ on your rump. This should be good!”
>You step away for a moment, and begin to summon a spell you had previously learned.

>Used Aphitis Cuffs
[What would you like the seal word to be?]
>Finito
[Finito is your seal word. If the word is heard within your range, the spell will be released.]
Anon: [MP: Manasealed (AC)]

>Your markings flare to life as you begin to create the spell.
“...Finito.”
>A white, unstable light begins to form into two circles, and they split apart into four.
>Each circle phases through your wrists and ankles, and a sudden connection between the ones on the wrists, and the ones on the ankle form.
>The chains then take effect, which instantly lock you away from your mana, as you can no longer feel it.
>Then they snap together, your ankles and wrists slapping into each other, knocking you off balance.
“Whoa, what the…?”
>AJ raises an eyebrow while Spike stares with awe.
>”What is that you’re doin’, Anon?”
“...They’re cuffs that seals my magic from use, so I can say I didn’t use any, but… I can’t move my arms or legs…”
>”Why in tarnation would you keep those on, then?”
>You seem to prove yourself wrong, however, as you struggle with all your might to separate them.
>It literally takes every bit of strength you have, but you slowly pry apart your wrists and ankles, and keep them apart.
>At this point, the cuffs disappear from visuals, but are most certainly still there.
>It looks like the cuffs are making you stay at full physical strength to move, probably to increase their strength along with your magic.
>This is going to suck.
>But actually, this might work to your advantage…
“Alright, where do I sign up?”
>AJ nods to her left, where another mare dressed in old-timey farmclothes is currently taking bits from riders.
>You walk over there with some difficulty, catching her attention.
“I’d like to take a ride on that bull.”
>She turns over to you, looking you up and down.
>”Well… Never saw somethin’ like you before. With those robes, you use magic, right? Don’t ya think you’re a bit too paper-thin to be tryin’ this, hun?”
“I’ll be fine. How much?”
>”10 bit entry fee, ya get 25 per 30 seconds you stay on. If ya manage to hold on for 3 minutes or more though an’ you can get your face up on the wall, a free bullhorn necklace, good stuff.”
“Alright.”
[You give the seller 10 bits.]
>You wait until it’s your turn, and once it comes you slowly step inside the dirt area.
>A few stallions calm the bull to allow you on.
>It takes you a few tries to actually get up on it because of the cuffs, making you look like a weak shit.
>You hear AJ and Spike laughing in the background.
>You sit on it and hope that this works…
>”Are ya’ll ready!?”
>A unanimous shout of yes from the crowds.
>”Staaaaart buckin’!”
[ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AZ8T1ZWUGaI ]
>There’s your music.
>A sound of a roundbell dings, and the Bull barely gives you any time to prepare.
>The first lurch nearly sends you right over its head, but you manage to hold on.
>You pull your arms and legs around it’s back, and let your muscles go.
>The chains pull your limbs in with quite the strength, and it works as a lock for your body.
>The bull tries harder and harder to slip you off, but your limbs refuse to let go.
>However, you feel yourself beginning to slip like a loose shirt from its silky fur, going further and further towards its horns.
>Is there anything you’d like to try to keep yourself on the bull longer?