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Manofass(2016): Beach Bum Anon Chapter 1: Pissing and Screaming

By dadonequus_archives
Created: 2021-05-13 18:22:46
Expiry: Never
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  1. 1.
    >The taste of bile coats your tongue
  2. 2.
    >You keel over in pain and piss all over your shirt and pants
  3. 3.
    >A weak stream of sour vomit dribbles down your chin as you regain your composure and empty out the rest of your bladder
  4. 4.
    >You had a good spot where the bulls couldn't see you piss or shit in this alley, since it was tighter than most and rarely trafficked
  5. 5.
    >Not to mention the piles of garbage you could hide behind
  6. 6.
    >Regalado seems to not give a shit about the ghettos, which was fine by you
  7. 7.
    >Makes bumming in Miami a whole lot easier
  8. 8.
    >The pain fades and you wipe the foulness off your chin with your grimy shirt sleeve
  9. 9.
    >The button on your pants had fallen off last summer, so you had to close it up with a few safety pins
  10. 10.
    >Except the holes you made for them have worn too far through and they slip right off
  11. 11.
    >You giggle at your minor misfortune and look around for something to use as a belt before deciding to abandon the pants altogether
  12. 12.
    >Too hot for that shit anyways
  13. 13.
    >You ball it up and toss it on a roof so some other lowlife doesn't find the clothes as easy pickings and try to claim your shitting alley
  14. 14.
    >Now clad from the bottom down in only work boots and stained white briefs, you peek around the corner to check the foot traffic
  15. 15.
    >It's 3-something at night, or at least that's your best guess, so you'll have plenty of cover
  16. 16.
    >Some loon in a mismatched suit is meandering on your way
  17. 17.
    >He looks disheveled, so probably doesn't have much cash on him
  18. 18.
    >Although he looks like he might just barely tread the line of eccentric addict, so maybe he might have something on him you can sell or take for yourself
  19. 19.
    >Which is just as good as nabbing a tourist with a full wallet
  20. 20.
    >You crouch down in your filth, ready to pounce
  21. 21.
    >One hand is on a kitchen knife tucked away in your gilet
  22. 22.
    >The other is ready to grab this nigga by the shirt collar and take him off the sidewalk and into your domain
  23. 23.
    >For a long while you hear only the sound of passing cars, distant sirens and the man's footsteps
  24. 24.
    >You see a foot move past your corner and spring into action like a goddamn tiger
  25. 25.
    >King of the jungle, baby
  26. 26.
     
  27. 27.
    >Your hand catches nothing and without the support you expected you fall flat on your face and feel a sharp pain in your chest
  28. 28.
    >You scramble to your feet and notice that suddenly you're on a floating platform in the middle of a Lovecraftian hellscape
  29. 29.
    >Which is weird, because you don't remember taking any hallucinagens in the past month or so
  30. 30.
    >It's been all meth, all the time baby
  31. 31.
    >You also don't remember taking so much you'd slip into psychosis, though
  32. 32.
    >So this is definitely out of place
  33. 33.
    >You sure don't feel high
  34. 34.
    >"Ah-ha! Just the kind of man I've been looking for!"
  35. 35.
    >You look towards the voice and whip out your knife towards the source
  36. 36.
    >It comes out already slick with blood
  37. 37.
    >Not a good sign
  38. 38.
    >You've gone and stabbed yourself
  39. 39.
    >Again
  40. 40.
    >Once more you cackle at your own incompetence
  41. 41.
    >"That's the spirit! Show me a smile!"
  42. 42.
    >You cock your head at the serpentine figure the voice originates from
  43. 43.
    >And you show him your best stage grin
  44. 44.
    >You haven't seen a mirror lately, but last time you were missing more than a few teeth and the rest looked nearly black
  45. 45.
    >Suddenly you're knocked off your feet again
  46. 46.
    >This time into a chair though
  47. 47.
    >The voice laughs, and you laugh with it
  48. 48.
    >As much as laughing hurts
  49. 49.
    >"Let's get down to business, shall we?"
  50. 50.
    >The noodle monster swirls into a tornado and is suddenly wearing some kind of suit
  51. 51.
    >Not like the one the man from the sidewalk was wearing
  52. 52.
    >No, this one was a black pinstripe, something you'd expect a 50's detective to wear
  53. 53.
    >Or those dudes out of 12 Angry Men
  54. 54.
    "Whatever you say bossman."
  55. 55.
    >You're tripping balls right now
  56. 56.
    >Maybe you went out to town with Eddie again
  57. 57.
    >Shit always hits the fan when Eddie's around
  58. 58.
    >It feels too real though, in a way, none of the typical euphoria you get with this kind of thing
  59. 59.
    >You need to tell him how pitiful this garbage is
  60. 60.
    >Whatever it is
  61. 61.
    >"You have a problem. Multiple problems, in fact. Including the golf-ball sized tumor in your prostate."
  62. 62.
    "Wait wait wait, last time I had it checked it was as big as a pea-"
  63. 63.
    >"A lot can happen in four years, Anon. But none of that matters now."
  64. 64.
    >A desk appears between you and he slides over a piece of parchment covered in Hebrew or something
  65. 65.
    >"I am giving you the chance of a lifetime. The chance to start all over again."
  66. 66.
    >You cock an eyebrow
  67. 67.
    "What makes you think I want to live a whole damn life again? I'm gettin to the end with this one here, why would I want to start over?"
  68. 68.
    >"Because this time you'll be able to do a whole myriad of things you could never do here. It will be quite the /magical/ experience!"
  69. 69.
    >He winks and nudges you with a disembodied elbow after that last part, but whatever he's implying is lost on you
  70. 70.
    >You're taking this way too seriously, you need to just go with the flow
  71. 71.
    >You reach for the paper to see that a quill is already in your hand
  72. 72.
    >On the big line marked 'sign here' you draw a crude dick and giggle to yourself
  73. 73.
    >So, what am I signing up for, noodle man?
  74. 74.
    >"The name's Discord, partner, and you just struck the most important deal of either of your lives!"
  75. 75.
    >The fuck is that supposed to mean
  76. 76.
    "The fuck is that supposed to mean?"
  77. 77.
    >You catch a glimpse of noodle man swinging a large stick at your face
  78. 78.
    >Pain, and then blackness
  79. 79.
     
  80. 80.
    >When you wake, the first thing you notice is that you feel...
  81. 81.
    >...good
  82. 82.
    >Not high good, or aroused good
  83. 83.
    >Just good
  84. 84.
    >For the first time in a long time
  85. 85.
    >Your stomach is calm, your sinuses are clear, there's no constant pain in your ass
  86. 86.
    >Your gums don't ache, breathing doesn't hurt, your scalp doesn't itch
  87. 87.
    >And your whole body feels clean
  88. 88.
    "Fuck me Eddie, I take it all back. This shit is the bee's knees."
  89. 89.
    >Something smacks against the side of your head
  90. 90.
    >"Did you not read the agreement at all?"
  91. 91.
    >It's noodle man
  92. 92.
    >You're laying on a metal table in the middle of a dark room
  93. 93.
    >And there is a fucking floodlight pointed at your face
  94. 94.
    "Urgh... I probably might have, if I was a jew."
  95. 95.
    >He taps his chin with a bird-like talon, considering your words
  96. 96.
    >"No matter, I think you will learn just fine on your own. But for now-"
  97. 97.
    >He smacks the floodlight and suddenly the whole room is illuminated, revealing rows and rows of standing mirrors
  98. 98.
    >"-Have a look at you BRAND NEW BODY!"
  99. 99.
    >Mirrors creep you the fuck out
  100. 100.
    >They got voodoo shit going on in them, man
  101. 101.
    >Aint' fucking natural
  102. 102.
    >You scramble backwards, barely getting a glance at the tiny green horse staring at you from the reflections
  103. 103.
    "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"
  104. 104.
    >Almost immediately you fall off the edge and slam your head hard against the linoleum floor
  105. 105.
    >Discord breaks into a fit of hysteria while you dart off in the opposite direction of the demon glass
  106. 106.
    >You reach the other side of the room, which is just a pure white wall
  107. 107.
    >Turning around, you can now see the mirrow rows extending into infinity
  108. 108.
    "FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF!"
  109. 109.
    >You haven't been this terrified since you accidentally walked into that funhouse mirror maze and got lost for three hours
  110. 110.
    >But it doesn't look like this can be solved by breaking shit and screaming until the cops have to come throw you out
  111. 111.
    >As you continue in your unbroken scream, Discord approaches, clearly annoyed
  112. 112.
    >"Okay Anon, fun's over. You can stop now."
  113. 113.
    >You collapse in the floor and huddle into a ball
  114. 114.
    >"Goodness me Anon, what's all this fuss over?"
  115. 115.
    >Still screaming, you point a hoof towards the mirrors
  116. 116.
    >He sighs, and with a snap of his fingers they are gone
  117. 117.
    >Leaving you to catch your breath as you rock yourself back and forth
  118. 118.
    >Mirrors are fucking creepy
  119. 119.
     
  120. 120.
    >Some time passes before you finally calm the fuck down
  121. 121.
    >There's a constant sting on your cheek from Discord smacking your face with a newspaper every time you swore
  122. 122.
    >You didn't protest, fearing the wrath of the fiendish mirror maker
  123. 123.
    >You take a final deep breath and collapse backwards, spread-eagle on the floor
  124. 124.
    >You notice that the scenery has changed
  125. 125.
    >You are now in some mismatched, colorful fever dream of an Escher house
  126. 126.
    >Floating furniture, windows in the floor, upside down stairs, etc etc
  127. 127.
    >Kinda like that art expo back in Cali
  128. 128.
    >The one where you tried to mug a security guard and vomited on his chest when he went to throw you out
  129. 129.
    >Noodle man has sprawled himself out over a winged couch and seems to have taken notice of your sudden tranquility
  130. 130.
    >"Are you done yet? Or do you need a minute?"
  131. 131.
    >He asks sarcastically
  132. 132.
    >You open your mouth to talk but he poofs in front of your face and places a finger over your mouth
  133. 133.
    >"Forget I asked, I don't really care."
  134. 134.
    "O-okay man, I'm ready for this shit to wear off."
  135. 135.
    >WHACK
  136. 136.
    >Despite smacking you in the face again, Discord shows no malice on his face
  137. 137.
    >Rather, it shows confusion
  138. 138.
    >"What do you mean? The deal is forever."
  139. 139.
    >You roll your eyes and sigh
  140. 140.
    >"...Anyways, enough of that. You've held us up long enough as it is. My schedule is very tight, you know, so all this time wasted has really put me in a bind."
  141. 141.
    "Do I care?"
  142. 142.
    >He ignores your remark and snaps is talons
  143. 143.
    >An iron-chained pendant appears around your neck
  144. 144.
    >You're also now standing
  145. 145.
    >The sudden change gave you vertigo, and you are surprised you don't hurl
  146. 146.
    >"This is a special little item of mine which will let me see everything you see."
  147. 147.
    >You fake a yawn to show your disinterest
  148. 148.
    >"More importantly, it can guess when you're about to use profanity, or spill the beans on your true identity, and automatically 'correct' you."
  149. 149.
    "Why the fFF-"
  150. 150.
    >Your entire body feels like it's being tazed
  151. 151.
    >Every inch from your balls to your teeth
  152. 152.
    >The sensation only lasts a second, but it's a second too long
  153. 153.
    >Discord chuckles at your scream of agony
  154. 154.
    >Your muscles give out and you collapse back onto the ground
  155. 155.
    >"I think I've told you enough. You'll figure out the rest, you're a clever man."
  156. 156.
    "W-why can't I tell anyone about my real identity?"
  157. 157.
     
  158. 158.
    >He's gone
  159. 159.
    >So is his fever dream of a house
  160. 160.
    >In fact, you see nothing around you but blue
  161. 161.
    >And you've got this intense feeling of falling
  162. 162.
    >You look down to notice your rapid approach to the ground
  163. 163.
    >Holy fucking shitfuck, you've gotta be just entering the stratosphere
  164. 164.
    >An orange haze envelops your body and you feel the most intense heat you've ever felt in your life
  165. 165.
    "WHAT THE F-"
  166. 166.
    >The full-body taser wracks you with pain
  167. 167.
    >Your screams turn into an incoherent mess as your death grows ever-closer
  168. 168.
    >You had to admit, you didn't actually want to die
  169. 169.
    >You just wanted to play hard-to-get with the sentient noodle
  170. 170.
    >Just to be a facetious asshole
  171. 171.
    >You're pretty sure you shat yourself at some point in the fall
  172. 172.
    >Good thing you weren't wearing clothes
  173. 173.
    >The fall feels like it's extending into infinity
  174. 174.
    >You're pretty sure you're well past terminal velocity
  175. 175.
    >And yet the ground seems to be staying in the same spot
  176. 176.
    >Your bones feel like they are being crushed by five-ton weights
  177. 177.
    >There's a sudden pain in your belly as your stomach inflates like a balloon
  178. 178.
    >Your gut bursts open with a pop that is audible even over the rushing wind and crackling fire around you
  179. 179.
    >Just as you reach down to clutch it, you cover the distance between you and the earth in almost an instant
  180. 180.
    >You close your eyes, expecting death
  181. 181.
     
  182. 182.
    >But it never comes
  183. 183.
    >Your ears are ringing and your body aches
  184. 184.
    >But right now you're either alive or in hell
  185. 185.
    >Maybe purgatory
  186. 186.
    >Or even heaven
  187. 187.
    >You cautiously open a single eyelid
  188. 188.
    >Is purgatory supposed to be this colorful?
  189. 189.
    >You look around to see yourself in the center of a massive crater in the road of a medieval-looking village
  190. 190.
    >Everything looks way too bright and happy to be medieval, though
  191. 191.
    >Four pastel horses are scattered about the cobblestone road you've crashed in to
  192. 192.
    >They all stare at you with looks of disbelief
  193. 193.
    >One of them, a purple one with wings and a horn, breaks out of her bewildered stupor and rushes towards you
  194. 194.
    >"Sweet Celestia, are you okay? What happened to you?"
  195. 195.
    >You look down at your hooves
  196. 196.
    >Other than being covered in dirt, they're fine
  197. 197.
    >Upon further inspection, the rest of your body is in a similar state
  198. 198.
    >Holy shit you're alive
  199. 199.
    >You start to laugh, much to the surprise of purple
  200. 200.
    >You're alive
  201. 201.
    >God's balls, you're alive
  202. 202.
    >The words keep repeating in your mind, and each time you only laugh harder
  203. 203.
    >Just a few moments ago you were entirely certain that you were going to die
  204. 204.
    >But here you are
  205. 205.
    >"Are you... okay?"
  206. 206.
    >She repeats
  207. 207.
    >You stop laughing to process the words for a moment
  208. 208.
    >Only to start back up in full force
  209. 209.
    >One of the horses, this one pink, is at your side in an instant, one of her legs wrapped around your back
  210. 210.
    >And she's laughing with you
  211. 211.
    >The rest just stand and stare like autists
  212. 212.
    >Another pony appears out of nowhere
  213. 213.
    >Literally
  214. 214.
    >A sudden flash and she's in the center of the road
  215. 215.
    >"Twilight! I've everypony to the castle, how are things with the ursa going?"
  216. 216.
    >She looks over to a massive pile of transparent purple... something- further down the road, and then to you
  217. 217.
    >"Uh, did you win?"
  218. 218.
    >Purple takes a gander at the throbbing mass herself
  219. 219.
    >"I think so. Yeah, yeah we did."
  220. 220.
     
  221. 221.
    >This lollipop tastes like wet grass
  222. 222.
    >And dirt
  223. 223.
    >But it's some sweet ass shit
  224. 224.
    >Better than slightly rotten chicken and stale crackers, at least
  225. 225.
    >Purple, who you have learned is named TwiSparkle somethingoranother, had you looked over by some pill peddler at the horse hospital
  226. 226.
    >And you were issued a clean bill of health
  227. 227.
    >And given some candy by a qt horse nurse
  228. 228.
    >You've fucked a horse once, it was 6/10
  229. 229.
    >So you were open to the idea of fucking another
  230. 230.
    >But nurses are high class ladies
  231. 231.
    >You'll need to work the ol Speedy charm if you're gonna get this one, though
  232. 232.
    >Either that, or find some way to incapacitate her and have some forcey fun time
  233. 233.
    >Both of which are going to be a lot harder than they usually would, considering the fact that you seem to be in a child's body
  234. 234.
    >"So, Speedy, where do your parents live?"
  235. 235.
    >The two of you were just outside the bonehouse
  236. 236.
    >Twiguy had already extracted your monika from you
  237. 237.
    >Now she wants your address
  238. 238.
    >Does this mean she also wants your dick?
  239. 239.
    >You hadn't quite pegged her as a kiddy fiddler, but you aren't opposed to the idea
  240. 240.
    >You shrug
  241. 241.
    "Dunno, I'm not sure if lodging was even included in the contra-"
  242. 242.
    >You suddenly sieze up and collapse to the ground as a wave of pain washes over you
  243. 243.
    >What the fuck
  244. 244.
    >You weren't even swearing
  245. 245.
    >Twilight is already standing over you
  246. 246.
    >"Are you okay? What happened?"
  247. 247.
    >You dry heave and cluch your stomach
  248. 248.
    >"Speedy? Speedy, what's going on?"
  249. 249.
    >Stop nagging me, cunt
  250. 250.
    >You manage to stifle the heaves and regain control of your body
  251. 251.
    "Just a... nervous tick, is all. Yeah, a nervous tick."
  252. 252.
    >She visibly relaxes at this
  253. 253.
    >Haha dumb cunt bought it
  254. 254.
    >You don't understand why you lied in the first place, but who the fuck cares
  255. 255.
    >She helps you up and you rub your still-hurting gut
  256. 256.
    >"So, what was that about your parents?"
  257. 257.
    >You give her a blank stare
  258. 258.
    "My what? Oh right."
  259. 259.
    >You look up at the sky and give your chin a rub
  260. 260.
    "I'll probably figure that out later."
  261. 261.
    >"Figure it out later? You mean you don't know who your parents are?"
  262. 262.
    "Or if I even have any. This whole experience has just been one big cluster-"
  263. 263.
    >You cut yourself off this time, rolling the phrase around in your head and cringing at the thought of another shock
  264. 264.
    "Err, mess. One big mess."
  265. 265.
    >She eyes you skeptically
  266. 266.
    >"I'm afraid I don't follow. What experience?"
  267. 267.
    >You let the question hang in the air for a moment
  268. 268.
    >After a short bout of inner deliberation, you begin to laugh
  269. 269.
    >And laugh and laugh and laugh
  270. 270.
    >What a time to be alive
  271. 271.
    >Twixstix is not amused
  272. 272.
    >"Speedy, this is serious. We need to know who your parents are, and if they even know where you are. How did you even get here?"
  273. 273.
    >You shrug again
  274. 274.
    "I suppose that's for the lord to know, and me to forever ponder."
  275. 275.
    >She sighs in frustration
  276. 276.
    >"Fine, fine. We'll figure this out the hard way."
  277. 277.
     
  278. 278.
    "Why are you lording over me, anyways?"
  279. 279.
    >She dragged you all the way to town hall to turn you in to child services for evil experiments or something
  280. 280.
    >What a bitch
  281. 281.
    >"Because it's the responsible thing to do."
  282. 282.
    >She starts babbling some stupid bullshit to a lady behind a desk while you play with the pendant around your neck
  283. 283.
    >It's covered in engravings of the noodle man and something about fish
  284. 284.
    >You notice seams in the side of it that give it the appearance of a locket
  285. 285.
    >You try to pry it open with your hooves to no avail
  286. 286.
    >You feel a nudge on your side
  287. 287.
    >Twi'lek gestures for you to follow her, and you comply with a little reluctance
  288. 288.
    >She leads you into a bright, warm office ripped straight out of Sesame Street
  289. 289.
    >The walls are covered in crude crayon drawings of ponies, mostly families
  290. 290.
    >The wallpaper is a bright blue sky sprinkled with cartoon clouds
  291. 291.
    >An oak desk covered in various trinkets and baubles sits in the center of the room
  292. 292.
    >Behind it is seated a teal unicorn with a bubblegum colored mane styled in a neat ponytail
  293. 293.
    >To top it all off, she's wearing a yellow and purple polka-dotted turtleneck sweater
  294. 294.
    >"Princess Twilight! It's so good to see you! And who is this little darling you've brought with you?"
  295. 295.
    >Holy fuck she's the sweetest sounding woman you've ever heard
  296. 296.
    >She sounds like the kind of person who makes pancakes for her grandkids every morning
  297. 297.
    >She sounds like the kind of person who bakes cakes for small town church functions
  298. 298.
    >She sounds like the kind of person whose husband is dead but she doesn't mind too much, because she knows that's just the way the world works
  299. 299.
    >It's mesmerizing
  300. 300.
    >"Safe Springs, this is Speedy. He needs help finding his parents."
  301. 301.
    >Being reminded of Twi's bullshit drags you back down to earth and you let out a frustrated sigh
  302. 302.
    >Refusing to make eye contact with either of them, you turn your attention back to your locket and start picking at the seams again
  303. 303.
    >"Shy, are we? Don't worry, I don't bite. Would you like a sweet?"
  304. 304.
    >She's making all these movements and gestures in your peripheral vision, but you ignore them
  305. 305.
    >The locket pops open
  306. 306.
    >Must've been trying it from the wrong side earlier
  307. 307.
    >You peer in only to see yourself staring back at you
  308. 308.
    >You jump a little and slam the locket shut, only to see that you're back in Discord's house of horrors
  309. 309.
     
  310. 310.
    >"Back so soon?"
  311. 311.
    >You can hear the faint sound of an accordian in the background
  312. 312.
    "What just happened?"
  313. 313.
    >You look down at the locket once more, only to see it has disappeared
  314. 314.
    "What the hell?"
  315. 315.
    >You hardly have time to see the disembodied arm smack you on the nose
  316. 316.
    >Discord is twirling the locket in the air, staring at it with disinterest
  317. 317.
    >He tosses it aside, cracks his knuckles and a remote appears in his hand
  318. 318.
    >Slamming it against the wall with all the strength he can muster causes a flatscreen to appear at its point of impact
  319. 319.
    >On this TV is a distressed Twilight, frantically searching the office you have suddenly vanished from and calling out your name
  320. 320.
    >Discord promptly loses his shit, falling backwards into a fainting couch and staring at the scene with wicked delight
  321. 321.
    >You can't help but be amused by her tormented calls yourself
  322. 322.
    >Safe Springs is just confused, not quite knowing what to make of the situation
  323. 323.
    >Twilight scampers out of the room, and the shot cuts to the hall, where she's running around and generally causing a stir
  324. 324.
    >Multiple ponies approach her in an attempt to figure out what is wrong, but she just keeps asking vague shit like 'where did he go?'
  325. 325.
    >Holy hell why does she care so much?
  326. 326.
    >You watch her panicked escapades for several minutes before Discord's laughter suddenly ceases and he poofs the TV away, falling back on the sofa with a sigh
  327. 327.
    >"So, what have we learned today?"
  328. 328.
    >He suddenly perks up and begins puffing a comically large cigar
  329. 329.
    "What?"
  330. 330.
    >For a moment there is only the sound of him sucking on the stogie
  331. 331.
    >Just as you're about to ask again, he blows a massive cloud of smoke into your face
  332. 332.
    >This new body's virgin lungs can't handle the smoke and you break into a coughing fit
  333. 333.
    >"Now don't be difficult Anon, I think it's a rather simple question. What did you learn today?"
  334. 334.
    >You can hardly even inhale between your wheezing, and water starts forming in your eyes
  335. 335.
    >A pen and notebook appear in Discord's hands and he begins scribbling down god-knows-what
  336. 336.
    >"Mhmm, interesting. Why, I never thought such things could be!"
  337. 337.
    >He drops the items and takes another puff from the cigar, once more blowing its ashy cargo into your reddened face
  338. 338.
    >While you hack your guts out, he spits in his paw, shakes your hoof, and thanks you for your time
  339. 339.
    >Afterwords, he presses his hands together and smiles
  340. 340.
    >"Well, I think it's about time for bed, Anon. What say you?"
  341. 341.
    >You respond with coughing
  342. 342.
    >"Now now, no need to be crass. Sleep does the body good, after all. You should be thankful you even have a bed. Why, some people don't even have a roof to sleep under!"
  343. 343.
    >Is he making fun of you?
  344. 344.
    >Not that you could do much about it like this
  345. 345.
    >"Then it's decided. See you in the morning, Anon."
  346. 346.
    >He snaps his fingers and suddenly you're in a bedroom fit for a young child
  347. 347.
    >Various toys strung about
  348. 348.
    >Posters of random bands and movies with the names and titles changed to horse puns
  349. 349.
    >Standadrd furniture like a dresser, bed, desk
  350. 350.
    >All this information ascertained while you still recovered from the smokescreen
  351. 351.
    >Fuck your throat hurts
  352. 352.
    >You can't tell how long it takes for you to stop, but you know it was way too damn long
  353. 353.
    >And once you finally do, all you can think about is the bed
  354. 354.
    >Metal frame, covered in bulky cotton sheets that tingle your hooves when you reach out to touch them
  355. 355.
    >As you slip under the covers, you fall asleep so fast you barely had time to lay down proper

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