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Pon-E

by the_emmens

Chapter 1: Pon-E

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You'd never thought you would be here...

They call it the playpen, unofficially anyhow. Officially, it's called the local bowling alley, but a few key words to the cashier at the shoe rental booth and you were lead to a back room where you could hear the sounds of happy laughter. Those were the sounds of your own personal hell, or a reminder that every minute of your current life is hell...

They never coined an official scientific name for it; though fancy scientists, licensed in speaking about such things, referred to it as Equestriamphetimine. Some called it Spaghetti Sauce, Ragu, Muffins, Cupcakes, but its most popular name was Pon-E. Originally, it was a byproduct discovered from a bad batch of a new formula for spaghetti sauce, but now it was the most ridiculously sought out drug there was. The most dedicated bronies, having replicated the ingredients, spreading the recipe all over before the Government shut down any website they could find related to the substance.

The legality of Pon-E was very dubious since it was clear that its usage was similar to how a drug addict would use a narcotic. However, the problem was that it took a very specific person to want to use this drug: a brony.

Surely by now it was obvious that Pon-E had the effect of making its users turn into a small colorful pony. Nobody knows why, but it does. Its effects take less than five minutes to take hold, a single dose last a full 12 hours, and very little study had been done in the month of its suddenly high use and gain in popularity leading to its dubious legality.

Some tried saying that the drug that was addictive since the way a pony body felt just completely overwhelmed by the senses. A scratch behind the ears and a belly rub were all one-way tickets to a personal heaven. There was even a specific event related to the drug was called “petting parties”, where users and non-users alike gathered to partake in various activities of a sexual and non-sexual nature.

"Pet or Petter?" the woman at the door asked you.

"P-pet," you managed to stammer out before being handed the little red and black speckled pill.

You sat in the small private bathroom, the pill resting on the counter. Your stomach churned as you paced quietly. Normally they never allowed users to walk off with the pill in hand, but the woman at the door knew you from high school and vouched for your trustworthiness. This girl had gotten pregnant during sophomore year, but now she got her living by running a bowling alley and dealing to bronies since it cost 50 a pop, 75 if you attend a petting party.

You were tricked, you swear it. A marathon of My Little Pony at a bro's house with all two seasons and what of the third he had DVR'd all in one night. After the gala episode, he offered what he called 'Caffeine pills.' The night went by as Ivy Leaf and May Flower spent the night cuddling and running around your friend’s home like sugar-loaded five year olds.

May Flower…

Even though it was the most fun you'd ever remembered having since you were in elementary school, you broke rule number one: never name yourself.

Never Name yourself.
Never use alone.
Never take more than one per 24-hour period.

Ivy Leaf gave it to you, so you broke the rule together.

You shakily walk out of the bathroom, and are soon met by a short brunette girl who looked up at you a bit. "Hey, I'm gonna be your petting partner," she said smiling. "That alright with you?"

You just nervously nodded.

"Don't worry; I just wanna have a little playtime with a cute pony. I think of it as a bit of a reward for going all my childhood without a Wind Whistler."

"Um, her name is gonna be May Flower," you mumble.

Her eyes widen in a mix of shock with a hint of excitement, "you broke the rules already!"

You nod a bit. "Can we, um, get started?"

"Of course!" She smiles, handing you a bottle of Fanta. "My name's Katherine by the way." She smiled again as you gave a acknowledging nod, mumbling your own name as you put the pill in your mouth and washing it down with the orange soda.

You swear it was the best 12-hour ride you'd had so far. She was showing you so much affection and so many sensations to take in from the complete and total love of a complete stranger.

That's rule number 4 broken: only take with a person you trust.

Here you are, a little red pony with grey hair and a flower cutie mark, basking in the best belly rub of your life. Actually, it’s the first, and it's being given to you by someone you whose name you didn't even know until ten minutes ago.

"You're such a cute little pony, such a cute little pony, aren't ya~?" she teased as she kissed your belly.

Oh yeaaah, that's the spot…

Every nerve in your body is singing with happy joy, and you're just letting your brain go all gooey and light as she strokes the fur on your stomach and side. You're sure if there were any bystanders, any sane person would assume it's some sort of puppy day care. However, it's sooo much worse. You never get to be the object of affection at a puppy day care.

That's the scary part: how much you love the attention. You've 'rode' 4 times before this, and you can easily say this tops each one before it. Yeah, a good ol' cuddly nap with Ivy Leaf was nice, but come on. This, this is what it's all about: getting loved upon by a cute girl who's just totally into you. You didn't even have to buy her a drink or anything. All you had to do was jump a special gap as well as a gender one. And the way she’s rubbing a spot that goes straight to your leg? No words can describe that sensation. It’s. Just. Perfect.

She pulls you into a corner, finds a nice blanket, and wraps you up in it with her as she whispers nice, comforting things about how pretty you are and how you make her feel so happy. As she rubs behind your ears, you find yourself slowly nodding off, listening to her mumble about how she wishes that she could keep you so you could be a “little flower for her home”.

Dreams of happiness that you don't quite recall clearly fill your head while you sleep. You almost don't want to hate this addiction.

You're still May Flower when you wake up, Katherine still gently petting your head. "Hey there, sweetie~" she says in a tone that just makes you wanna jump up and melt into her arms.

The drug is what's making you so affectionate although the alternative scares you considering how shit you were with girls before the drug.

You manage to let out a happy giggle, "I had good dreams, Katherine!" If your voice were a snack, you'd completely rot your own teeth out with how god awfully sweet you sound.

"I'm glad since we still got five hours until your ride's over," she says, giving you a soft scritch behind the ears. That makes you shudder in delight.

The gooey happy smile last a few seconds before you register that your 'ride' is gonna be over soon. "I don't want it to stop," you pout unhappily.

That was May Flower. It couldn't have been you saying that voluntarily. You swear you're happy as a human.

Even if you're unemployed.

And single.

And a virgin.

Oh no. Ohh nononono. Your whole body trembles as the fear sets in.

"Something wrong?" Katherine asks, looking at you with worry.

You shake and feel a sob burst out of your mouth, "no!" You feel the tears suddenly fall as the fact that your emotional control is dead as a pony becomes increasingly evident.

"What's wrong? You can tell me, Flower," Katherine says, pulling you to her and holding your chin gently to look at your sobbing face.

"I-I-I just realized how dull and awful my normal life is," you sob as you suddenly notice how you two are the only ones in the room. "Wh-" your expression shifts slightly in confusion.

"The pets are in a safety room, and all the petter's left," she tells you in a calming tone. "It's just us, sweetie," she says, moving to hug you.

"I'm scared," you say, leaning against her trying and hoping that this panicky feeling and all the doubt will leave soon.

"You're just having a dysphoric episode, May," she explains, "its not uncommon." She goes on stroking your mane, "you're going to be okay."

You try to nod, her words giving some comfort while you try your best to cling to her.

You spend the next couple of hours fighting off all sorts of nasty feelings of self-doubt and panic as Katherine sticks around with you the whole time. You don't quite understand the warm fuzzy feeling in your stomach as she keeps stroking the back of your head and down your back while whispering reassuring words, meanwhile, never doing anything to hurt the imbalance of your identity as she just simply sticks with words of encouragement and comfort.

After another nap, made spontaneous from all the crying, you wake up all twitchy as if your body is still asleep. Getting up, you stumble around trying to find the little squatting toilet they had in the corner. The rush hits you as the wiggling sensation from your fingers start to come back, your height beginning to return to normal.

You're also making a horrendous piss puddle on the floor.

"I see you're awake," you hear Katherine giggle from behind you. This causes you to jump nearly to the ceiling as you scramble to find your pants.

Another half hour passes as you both sit at a nearby table.

"Um, thanks…" you say nervously. The way your voice contrasts from the gentle tone of your pony voice is something you will never quite get over. "I don't think I'd have been so good had I been with someone else," you confess.

"It's okay," she says, stirring her cup of coffee, “I've been playing around in this scene for a couple months, so I've seen a few break downs happen, trust me. I've also seen too many of the partners take advantage and make the pets go all the way into OD territory."

You suddenly feel extremely lucky.

"It's greedy as hell that someone would do that," you say a bit, rubbing your hair while missing the weird way the texture of your mane felt. "I, um, I don't know what to say..." you confess as you look at the table, "I guess...you want to go get some dinner?"

"You mean breakfast?" she laughs a little. "We spent the whole night here. I'm surprised they let us stay this long actually."

"I know a back door," you chuckle.

"To be honest though, I'm expecting a repairman for my cable today. I'll get fucked sideways if I can't meet them before they show up at one."

Well, you tried.

"Alright," you mumble with defeat.

"However," she says with a tone that makes you wonder, "I'd be willing to keep in touch and maybe let us be permanent partners...if you catch my drift." She winks as she holds out a small business card.

You hesitantly take the card, as you can just smell the tomato sauce ooze from your skin, “o-okay..."

The bright morning sun greets you as you both walk out of the bowling alley.

It’s 11:30am, which is roughly 13 hours after you had arrived here.

"I'll see you around." Katherine smiles to you as she walks off to her car.

You nod and wave as you look at her card, a small note of "I just met you, this is crazy, but I'm also a dealer, so call me maybe?"

Sometimes you really wish you could hate this addiction.

End.

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