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Anon's silly poppy adventure

By Rusty_Snoot
Created: 2021-05-08 01:01:16
Expiry: Never

  1. 1.
  2. 2.
    >It's hard to describe an opioid to someone who has never done one.
  3. 3.
    >Imagine the most comfortable you've ever been, then triple it.
  4. 4.
    >That's a decent estimation.
  5. 5.
    >The day after, your own skin feels scratchy and uncomfortable to live in.
  6. 6.
    >One can see how the habit forms.
  7. 7.
    >I don't really blame myself.
  8. 8.
    >Men are nothing more than genetics and environment, after all.
  9. 9.
    >And with my environment, and my genetics?
  10. 10.
    >At least I was functioning.
  11. 11.
    >I open the door to my apartment.
  12. 12.
    >Stripping to my underwear, I lie on the floor with my laptop.
  13. 13.
  14. 14.
    >A quality mare for a quality gentleman.
  15. 15.
    >Good thing I picked up yesterday.
  16. 16.
    >Stash was getting low.
  17. 17.
    >I pack my opium pipe.
  18. 18.
  19. 19.
    >Tunes:Pumping.
  20. 20.
    >Pipe:Smoking.
  21. 21.
    >Lyra:SMOKING.
  22. 22.
    >Me:Happy.
  23. 23.
    >I lean back into my escapism, entering my favorite fantasy.
  24. 24.
    >It plays out the same every time I imagine it.
  25. 25.
    >I'm laying on my back, in a void.
  26. 26.
    >My eyes are shut, but I don't think I would see anything even if they were open.
  27. 27.
    >The ground is cold.
  28. 28.
    >After a few minutes I hear hoof-steps approaching me.
  29. 29.
    >It's Lyra.
  30. 30.
    >She sniffs my body from my toes to my head, before settling on a favorite spot.
  31. 31.
    >The body part is different every time.
  32. 32.
    >This go, it's my neck.
  33. 33.
    "Look, oats!"
  34. 34.
    >"No Lyra, It's not oats!" I want to scream.
  35. 35.
    >Much like my eyes, my mouth is useless here.
  36. 36.
    >She leans down and takes the first bite.
  37. 37.
    >The bite is clean.
  38. 38.
    >It feels more like I am made of cake then meat and blood.
  39. 39.
    >I want to sit up, and shake her until she stops.
  40. 40.
    >I want to moan, and gasp, and scream.
  41. 41.
    >It hurts.
  42. 42.
    >Lyra takes her time.
  43. 43.
    >Bite by bite.
  44. 44.
    >A short time passes and more ponies approach.
  45. 45.
    >These ones are faceless, unlike Lyra.
  46. 46.
    >I am consumed from all directions.
  47. 47.
    >The pain is endless.
  48. 48.
    >It's wonderful.
  49. 49.
    "Hey?"
  50. 50.
    >This was wrong.
  51. 51.
    >There shouldn't be any voices.
  52. 52.
    "What the hell happened to you?"
  53. 53.
    >Something was interrupting your ecstasy.
  54. 54.
    >You open your eyes.
  55. 55.
    ...
  56. 56.
    >Sunlight.
  57. 57.
    >Sunlight hurts.
  58. 58.
    >You are no longer in your apartment.
  59. 59.
    >More importantly, you were coming down.
  60. 60.
    >And sooner than usual.
  61. 61.
    >Your eyes adjust to your surroundings.
  62. 62.
    >OH SHIT
  63. 63.
    >A 6 foot tall, half-cat, half-bird creature is looking at you.
  64. 64.
    >Nothing like a massive predator to get the old juicer pumpin'.
  65. 65.
    >You instinctively scramble back a few feet.
  66. 66.
    "What, you scared of me, small fry?"
  67. 67.
    >Talking.
  68. 68.
    >It was talking.
  69. 69.
    >Talking means not going to eat you (hopefully).
  70. 70.
    >You slow your breathing.
  71. 71.
    >As you do, you recognize what you're seeing.
  72. 72.
    >It's Gilda.
  73. 73.
    >Gilda, from my little pony.
  74. 74.
    >The cartoon.
  75. 75.
    "Cat got your tongue? Snrk."
  76. 76.
    >"I'm, uh- where am I?"
  77. 77.
    "What, you hit your head or something?"
  78. 78.
    >After seeing your expression, she gives you an actual answer.
  79. 79.
    "Griffonstone."
  80. 80.
    >Well, that confirmed it.
  81. 81.
    >You look up at the sky.
  82. 82.
    >"Wow."
  83. 83.
    "Oh, by the way. What the fuck are you?"
  84. 84.
    >You look back at Gilda.
  85. 85.
    >"Human."
  86. 86.
    "Never heard of it."
  87. 87.
    >"I'm far away from the homeland."
  88. 88.
    "Why ya here then?"
  89. 89.
    >"Last thing I remember was being in my apartment."
  90. 90.
    >Gilda narrows her eyes.
  91. 91.
    "Musta been pony shenaniganry."
  92. 92.
    >"Sounds about right."
  93. 93.
    >You had your own suspicious about that one.
  94. 94.
    >Something something "I wish to travel to Equestria" something.
  95. 95.
    >Gilda glances at the sun.
  96. 96.
    "Anyway, you alright? I really should be going."
  97. 97.
    >"Fine, just fine. You happen to know where Ponyville is?"
  98. 98.
    "Ugh, I wish I didn't."
  99. 99.
    >She points her claw off the face of the mountain.
  100. 100.
    "Thataways."
  101. 101.
    >"Thanks."
  102. 102.
    "Yeah, no problem. You need a lift down the mountain? It's not out of my way."
  103. 103.
    >"I think I'll be alright."
  104. 104.
    "Alright then. See ya, human."
  105. 105.
    >"Bye."
  106. 106.
    ...
  107. 107.
    >Be retarded.
  108. 108.
    >You fully regret not taking Gilda up on her offer.
  109. 109.
    >Damn misplaced sense of bravado and wonder.
  110. 110.
    >It's beginning to become night, and you're wearing nothing but your underwear.
  111. 111.
    >You've only made it halfway down the mountain to boot.
  112. 112.
    >For the last 20 minutes or so you've been looking for any form of shelter.
  113. 113.
    >Shit though, in this weather you'll get frostbite either way.
  114. 114.
    >You opt to continue down the mountain.
  115. 115.
    >...
  116. 116.
    >His palms are blistered.
  117. 117.
    >Feet raw.
  118. 118.
    >Legs' not ready.
  119. 119.
    >There's vomit on his sweater already: Mom's spaghetti.
  120. 120.
    >He's nervous.
  121. 121.
    >But on the surface he's not calm he's sweaty.
  122. 122.
    >The climb down.
  123. 123.
    >But he keeps almost slippin'.
  124. 124.
    >If he fell down, certain death: not the best.
  125. 125.
    >He opens his mouth, his raspy breaths come out.
  126. 126.
    >He's choking, how? And his bodies failin' now.
  127. 127.
    >The clock's run out, time's up, over, blaow!
  128. 128.
    >Snap back to reality, ope there goes gravity, ope.
  129. 129.
    >There goes Anon, he choked, he's so mad but he won't.
  130. 130.
    >Give up that easy, no, he won't have it, he knows.
  131. 131.
    >His whole back's to these ropes, it don't matter, he's dope.
  132. 132.
    >He knows that but he's broke, he's so stagnant, he knows.
  133. 133.
    >...
  134. 134.
    >You've made it.
  135. 135.
    >Sure, you fell the last 10 feet.
  136. 136.
    >Su re, your ankle is very possible sprained.
  137. 137.
    >Sure, you're miles from civilization with no survival skills or resources.
  138. 138.
    >But you do have one card still in your sleeve.
  139. 139.
    >Or rather, In the undies.
  140. 140.
    >You pull an opium pipe and small stash.
  141. 141.
    >For emergencies only.
  142. 142.
    >Lovingly taped to your groin each morning.
  143. 143.
    >You'd have to conserve.
  144. 144.
    >You doubt horse land has any of the good stuff at all.
  145. 145.
    >Withdrawal probably wouldn't kill you, but would be one son of a bitch.
  146. 146.
    >You toke a modest amount.
  147. 147.
    >Heh, great, ankle don't hurt no more.
  148. 148.
    >Time to keep walking.
  149. 149.
    >Step after step, Anon.
  150. 150.
    >Step after step.
  151. 151.
    >...
  152. 152.
    >Three days.
  153. 153.
    >Without food.
  154. 154.
    >Thank god for the river you've found and since been following.
  155. 155.
    >You estimate to be somewhere in the Everfree forest.
  156. 156.
    >Thank god for the Equestrian-Griffonstone land bridge.
  157. 157.
    >You were damn close to your goal.
  158. 158.
    >Lyra, that damn sexy mare.
  159. 159.
    >Hrng.
  160. 160.
    >You ran out of that delicious black gooâ„¢ last night.
  161. 161.
    >You've had a rough cough ever since the mountain.
  162. 162.
    >However, you've stumbled across a certain hut in the woods.
  163. 163.
    >"Zecora, I bet she would help me."
  164. 164.
    "Oh, how curious, a new creature I see. Stranger, even, that he seems to know me"
  165. 165.
    >Well shit.
  166. 166.
    >She was behind you.
  167. 167.
    "I see you are hungry, so come after me. I'll make a soup to provide what you need."
  168. 168.
    >"Thank you."
  169. 169.
    >With a weak smile you follow Zecora.
  170. 170.
    >You sit and watch as she mixes various ingredients into a stew.
  171. 171.
    >As you demolish the bowl she hands you, she speaks.
  172. 172.
    "Where, creature, did you hear my name? I don't believe I'm a zebra of fame,"
  173. 173.
    >Brain, it's lyin' time.
  174. 174.
    >"Gilda. A griffon named Gilda mentioned you. It was a lucky guess really."
  175. 175.
    >She looks at you with suspicion.
  176. 176.
    "I will not press you, but pay heed here. The last zigga who lied was impaled by my spear."
  177. 177.
    >You really hope that isn't a euphemism.
  178. 178.
    >You spend a short time with Zecora before she bandages your wounds and you bid her goodbye.
  179. 179.
    >As thanks, you gave her your opium pipe. Not like you would be needing it.
  180. 180.
    >Sun high in the sky, headache pounding in your head, you begin the final steps toward Ponyville.
  181. 181.
    >...
  182. 182.
    >It's hard to describe Ponyville to someone who has never been there.
  183. 183.
    >Imagine the most beautiful village you've ever seen, then triple it's beauty.
  184. 184.
    >Or maybe that perceived beauty was simply because of how hard it was to get here.
  185. 185.
    >You walk into town.
  186. 186.
    >Ponies stand still and gawk when they see you.
  187. 187.
    >A few skittish ones run away on sight.
  188. 188.
    >You ignore all of them.
  189. 189.
    >A confused twilight sparkle is trying to capture your attention.
  190. 190.
    >BackgroundPonies.Rannoying
  191. 191.
    >And then you see her.
  192. 192.
    >The point of this entire brain-dead journey.
  193. 193.
    >She was walking into a house.
  194. 194.
    >You follow her, slamming the door open.
  195. 195.
    >She jumps a foot into the air and stares wide eyed at you.
  196. 196.
    >You lie on the floor, eyes closed.
  197. 197.
    >This was it.
  198. 198.
    >Everything you had fantasized.
  199. 199.
    >It was about to happen.
  200. 200.
    >The floor is cold.
  201. 201.
    >After a few minutes you hear a pony talking.
  202. 202.
    "Umm, what are you doing?"
  203. 203.
    >"I'm ready."
  204. 204.
    >...
  205. 205.
    >...
  206. 206.
    "Ready?"
  207. 207.
    >You crack an eye open at that.
  208. 208.
    >This isn't right.
  209. 209.
    >"I'm oats. I'm ready for you to eat me, Lyra."
  210. 210.
    "Uhhhhhhh"
  211. 211.
    "Ummmmmmm"
  212. 212.
    >You stand up from the floor and look around.
  213. 213.
    >Lyra and Twilight are staring at you like you're a freakshow.
  214. 214.
    >This wasn't how it was supposed to happen.
  215. 215.
    >This wasn't how any of this was supposed to happen.
  216. 216.
    >"No. Please."
  217. 217.
    >You kneel before Lyra, and she cringes as you put your hands on her shoulders.
  218. 218.
    >"You have to. You have to eat me! I've seen it so many times! I've felt it! Please!"
  219. 219.
    >Lyra continues to stare at you.
  220. 220.
    >You clutch your head in your hands.
  221. 221.
    >"No. NO!"
  222. 222.
    >You break with a guttural scream and leave the house.
  223. 223.
    >Ponies that were watching from just outside scatter to allow you to pass.
  224. 224.
    >No one follows you.
  225. 225.
    >You walk to the edge of town, and sit down.
  226. 226.
    >For the first time since you were a kid, you cry.
  227. 227.
    >No pony.
  228. 228.
    >No narcotics.
  229. 229.
    >You have nothing to live for.
  230. 230.
    >The only thing you have to rely on is opium.
  231. 231.
    >Opium that most likely doesn't exist in this world.
  232. 232.
    >Wait.
  233. 233.
    >Most likely?
  234. 234.
    >A thread of hope.
  235. 235.
    >You quickly single out the mare most likely to know about the stuff, and head to Sugarcube Corner.
  236. 236.
    >"Pinkie Pie."
  237. 237.
    "Oh! Hello! How do you know me? I don't know you! Ooh, are we friends? Can we be friends?"
  238. 238.
    >"Pinkie. In this world, does there exist a black, flammable substance with useful smoke?"
  239. 239.
    "Hmmmmm."
  240. 240.
    >She rubs her chin in thought.
  241. 241.
    "Tar?"
  242. 242.
    >"No. Not tar."
  243. 243.
    "HMMMMMMMM"
  244. 244.
    >She thoughtfully puffs on a bubble-pipe.
  245. 245.
    "Oh! You must mean that flower gunk stuff! Here, come with me!"
  246. 246.
    >You feel slightly better.
  247. 247.
    >Like complete shit, but slightly better.
  248. 248.
    >You follow Pinkie upstairs into her room.
  249. 249.
    >She pulls a huge ball of top shelf shit out of her dresser.
  250. 250.
    >You never had stuff this good back on Earth.
  251. 251.
    >Wait, whydoes she even have a dresser?
  252. 252.
    >"Pinkie. Can we smoke this?"
  253. 253.
    "Welllllll we could, but my fatty pipe broke! And there aren't any more!"
  254. 254.
    [spoiler]You really hope that isn't a euphemism.[/spoiler]
  255. 255.
    >No. It couldn't be true.
  256. 256.
    >"No more?"
  257. 257.
    "Yep no more pipes! And we can't make anymore either!"
  258. 258.
    >You take a step back.
  259. 259.
    >Your heart is beating 2.536 miles a minute.
  260. 260.
    >You hear yourself hyperventilating.
  261. 261.
    >Zecora!
  262. 262.
    >Zecora has the pipe.
  263. 263.
    >You grab the ball from Pinkie and sprint out of Ponyville.
  264. 264.
    >The forest blurs past.
  265. 265.
    >"ZECORA!"
  266. 266.
    >She is standing outside of her hut.
  267. 267.
    "Ah, yes, my new friend, for what reason have you come again?"
  268. 268.
    >"ZECORA! THE PIPE! I NEED IT!"
  269. 269.
    "In my stomach is where the pipe sits, I should inform you it was delish."
  270. 270.
    >She ate it.
  271. 271.
    >SHE FUCKING ATE IT.
  272. 272.
    >You scream into the air.
  273. 273.
    >Pushing Zecora aside, you stomp into her hut.
  274. 274.
    >You grab the spear hanging above her doorway.
  275. 275.
    "No! Stop! The spear, let it drop!
  276. 276.
    >You grit your teeth, kneeling and holding the spear against your chest.
  277. 277.
    >Your aim was true.
  278. 278.
    >Pain that Lyra refused to grant you blossomed out from your chest.
  279. 279.
    >Heh, thanks for all the hard work, old juicer.
  280. 280.
    >Sorry to cut your time short.
  281. 281.
    >You hear Zecora rapidly mixing a potion.
  282. 282.
    >No way she would be able to make it in time.
  283. 283.
    >This time on the ground, you're warm.
  284. 284.
    >You smile and let your eyelids close.
  285. 285.
    >Your last thoughts are of the green mare with a harp on her ass.
  286. 286.
    >And what an ass it was.
  287. 287.
     
  288. 288.
    >Farming was hard work.
  289. 289.
    >Nothing a proud earth pony like you couldn't handle.
  290. 290.
    >Still, you were glad to be done for the day.
  291. 291.
    >You stand next to another field hand.
  292. 292.
    "Ay, huckleberry, you ever heard that this place used to be a graveyard?"
  293. 293.
    >"No shit?"
  294. 294.
    "Really. My sister stumbled apon some musty document. Apparently if somethin' nasty turned up and got kilt, they threw it here."
  295. 295.
    >"Hmph. Makes me feel a little worse about my work. Who the hell plants an oat field over a graveyard, anyway?"
  296. 296.
    "Makes sense to me."
  297. 297.
    >...
  298. 298.
    >It was a good strong harvest.
  299. 299.
    >The oats were prepped as usual and sent away to be bagged.
  300. 300.
    >After that they ended up on shelves all across Equestria.
  301. 301.
    >A certain green mare, feeling nostalgic, pics up a bag of her old favorite brand.
  302. 302.
    >It has a strange savory tang to it.
  303. 303.
    >She recalls an incident years ago in Ponyville.

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