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- >Brain did not shut down successfully.
- >If this was due to the system not responding, or if the system was shut down to protect data,
- >you might be able to recover by choosing to start in Safe Mode.
- >Would you like to start Brain in Safe Mode?
- >Yes.
- >Too bad, motherfucker. Ain't nothin' safe about rape, son.
- >You're jolted back to consciousness.
- >Memories flood back through your mind.
- >Cheerilee is taking this too far.
- >Well, she'd taken it too far once she drugged you in the first place.
- >But you have to stop this.
- >You have to talk to Twilight again.
- >You have to make her believe you, even at the risk of being an outcast.
- >Being Cheerilee's plaything... her rape toy... is not worth keeping friends over.
- >Besides, you know that some of them would believe your side of the story.
- >They were your friends, after all.
- >You rise, filled with determination, and head out of the bathroom.
- >Just outside the schoolhouse, a passing mare gasps and gives you a wink.
- >Confused, you look down.
- >Right.
- >First, go get your clothes that you left in the bathroom.
- >Then, convince Twilight that you were telling her the truth earlier.
- >You arrive at Twilight's and practically bash the door down with your knocking.
- >"Woah woah, big guy. Calm down." Spike yawns as he opens the door for you.
- Where's Twilight?
- >Spike notices how serious you look but just waves his hand lazily towards the stairs.
- >"She's downstairs, doing something in her lab."
- Thanks Spike. You should probably stay up here and straighten out some of Twi's books.
- >You didn't want Spike to hear the conversation you and Twilight were about to have.
- >He was a cool kid.
- >But he was just that. A kid.
- >No need to spring this kind of shit on him at his age.
- >You thank him again and make your way downstairs.
- Twilight! We need another talk!
- >She's muzzle-first in her work.
- >Machines are humming softly.
- >Lights are faintly flickering.
- >Solutions and mixtures bubble and pop.
- >Twilight has a lab coat and goggles on and is levitating a clipboard and pencil in the air to take notes.
- >"Can't this wait, Anon? I'm in the middle of developing a hay-flavored candy coating."
- >You take a moment to think about the taste of hay.
- >Ugh... Gross.
- No. Look, I know you didn't believe what I told you yesterday, but it's really important-
- >"Oh that?" Twilight interrupts.
- >"I gave it a little more thought and I decided that maybe you were telling the truth."
- Yeah, I know it's too crazy to believe but-
- >Her words are finally processed.
- You what? DJ, rewind that back.
- >She huffs. "I said I believe you. Cheerilee was a very talented chemist when she was younger. So what you said is quite possible."
- >The finger you were pointing at her sternly up until now goes limp.
- Well, I... That was unexpected...
- >Then you remember why you really came here in the first place and perk back up.
- In that case, you have to help me. Can you cast a nullification spell or something?
- >Twilight sighs. "Unfortunately magic can't counter-act a potion. They're two fundamentally different studies."
- >Your body visibly wilts.
- So there's nothing you can do?
- >She giggles. "I didn't say that, Anon. When I decided to accept that what you were saying yesterday may be true, I started doing a little research."
- >She sets her clipboard down and instead levitates an open book towards you.
- >It's definitely a chemistry book.
- >You can tell because you can't understand anything inside.
- >And that's not to mention the fact that you can't read any of the numbers.
- >She leaves the book in your hands and trots over to a table sporting a test tube rack.
- >"And then I made this." She brings you a tube containing a purple-colored liquid.
- >You set the book down and take hold of the solution.
- An antidote?
- >Your eyes tear up from relief and you chug the liquid down.
- >It's bitter.
- >Why is helpful stuff always bitter?
- >She smiles sheepishly and averts her eyes. "More like... a replica..."
- >What did this purple fucking Peep horse just say to you?
- >You feel lightheaded and start to sway.
- >Your legs are having a difficult time keeping you up and you lean on a nearby table for balance.
- >You're feeling groggy now and it's hard to express your anger through the heaviness.
- What... did you say?
- >She's still avoiding your glance.
- >Though even if she WAS looking at you, you wouldn't know it because you've started seeing double.
- >"Well, once I figured out what potion Cheerilee had most likely made, I got curious...
- >Your head is swimming and you drop to one knee.
- >The two Twilight's are pacing around in front of you.
- >She's clearly enjoying her own story.
- >"Like I said, Cheerilee is very talented. Her version of the potion is very difficult to make."
- >You groan, slumping down to a sitting position.
- >It's getting hard to hear Twilight and your vision has started to tunnel.
- >She sounds like she's speaking from far away.
- >"But I found a recipe that p0nybacks off of her formula-"
- >If you could, you'd be seething at that pun.
- >"And basically adds me to the effect and allows me use a phrase that I choose, in addition to hers."
- >"I'd been wanting to study your reproduction system for a while and now I can. Isn't that great, [Anon?]"
- >Even through your muddled vision and your dampened senses, you feel a stirring in your loins.
- >She didn't.
- >She couldn't have.
- >No p0ny was that stupid.
- >"I'm really looking forward to collecting data with you today, [Anon.]"
- >Your cock starts to perk up, attempting to peak out the top of your pants like a chick awaiting its meal.
- >You don't even care about what's going on downstairs at the moment.
- >You're fuming with rage.
- >She picked your name as the key-phrase?
- >SHE PICKED YOUR FUCKING NAME?
- >You want to strangle her.
- >You want to pop her head like a cork, fill her body with confetti, and use her to compete against Pinkie's party cannon.
- >But you can't.
- >You're prostrate on Twilight's floor doing your best not to swallow your own tongue.
- >Twilight may be great at magic, but her potion-making skill could use some work.
- >You doubt she'd want you feeling like you went sunflower rounds with Iron Will.
- >Wow... did you really just properly use an Equestrian number?
- >Fuck this place.
- >Just as you're cursing everything that is holy, your headache stops, your vision straightens, and you regain the use of your limbs.
- >But not for long.
- >Twilight notices you regaining your senses and uses her magic to hold your arms and legs taught.
- >"Now now, [Anon.] Just a little data and I'll let you go."
- >Your dick has decided that it's spent enough time living under Pant's roof and it's time to strike out on its own.
- >He's heard good things about Southern Shirtville.
- >Pity about what happened in the neighboring Shirtopia though.
- >With Twilight's "[Anon]" as his siren call, your cock attempts to pry your pants off himself.
- >"Oh my..." Twilight retrieves her clipboard again and flips the page.
- >"It seems that human's... umm... little stallions get much harder than other p0nies. And they tend to point upward as opposed to outward."
- That's because my pants are in the way, you stupid horse!
- >Twilight blushes nervously. "Well I didn't know..."
- >She uses her magic to undo your belt and slides off your pants and boxers.
- >"That's the whole point of this, you know."
- >What did you just do?
- >Why'd you have to open your big mouth?
- >Everything would have been fine if you'd just let Twilight bumble around your junk like an idiot.
- >Like that night you brought that drunk sorority girl home and the only 'action' you got was getting to clean up her puke the next morning.
- >You glance down at your dick.
- >Oh right.
- >Mr. Eager down there would've hulked out eventually next thing you know, you'd be asking Rarity for another pair of pants.
- >Maybe you made the right choice after all.
- >"[Anon,] I'm going to start the real data collection now."
- >Your member throbs at her words.
- >Oh boy oh boy oh boy.
- >No! Bad dick! Down boy!
- >Your penis is having nothing of it and awaits its reward eagerly.
- >"Let's see... The book said to stimulate the shaft and balls..."
- >She clumsily takes her hoof and presses it to your manhood.
- >You gasp from the sensation, but somehow you're much further from climax than you had ever been with Cheerilee.
- >Twilight rubs your length up and down with her hoof nervously.
- >You'd never thought a hoof could make you feel this good.
- >You're in the throes of ecstasy when suddenly, pain shoots through your body.
- >You yelp and crane your neck to look for an explanation.
- >Twilight seems to be attempting to 'massage' your boys.
- >Instead it just feels like she's trying to mash potatoes.
- WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?
- >Twilight pulls her hoof back with a start. "It doesn't feel good?"
- NOT WHEN YOU'RE MAKING THANKSGIVING DINNER SIDES WITH MY JUNK.
- >She looks confused but then gets a stern look on her face.
- >"I don't mind criticism [Anon,] but you don't have to yell."
- >You're about to yell at her, but your mouth won't open.
- >More fucking magic.
- >Twilight huffs. "Fine, since I don't seem to be cut out for hoofjobs, I'll just use my magic."
- >You feel a light sensation on your legs.
- >It feels wet.
- >And warm.
- >And it's trailing up your leg.
- >You can hear the Jaws theme playing in your head.
- >Ohshitohshitohshit.
- >Your legs struggle against the sensation and against Twilight's magical grip, but to no avail.
- >You're getting goosebumps over your entire body.
- >As the sensation draws nearer to your jimmies, it stops to wrangle your johnnies.
- >Twilight's magic is caressing your balls, sending shivers through your spine.
- >Her magic simulates both a tongue and the wetness of a pussy simultaneously.
- >She's only working your balls, but you can already feel them filling up with raw data.
- >After spending an agonizing amount of time on your little guys, Twilight finally starts her 'observation' of your shaft.
- >It feels like you just won the lottery and the prize was a ticket to Whoreville.
- >You're about to lose it and you let a moan escape your throat as proof.
- >Twilight acknowledges your pleasure and readies a beaker at her side.
- >You're kidding?
- >She's really doing this for science?
- >The thought stops to matter as you buck your hips and release your genetic coding across Twilight's face before she can steer it into the beaker.
- >Surprised, Twilight's magic holding your mouth closed fades and you have a stroke of brilliance.
- Twilight! I should have told you! My cum is radioactive to animals that aren't other humans!
- >"What?" Her eyes pop open wide and she gallops off to her chemical shower.
- >You take this opportunity to collect yourself (and your pants) and take to the hills.
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