No matter how bright the sun shines on this bright summer day, the sunlight hardly penetrates the deepest reaches of the Everfree Forest. You are Lyler, and you are on your way for a nice visit. Last time you did, she mentioned that she had a cool new potion for you to try. Zecora's experiments were always fascinating to you, so you couldn't wait to get there. Trotting up to Zecora's front door, you see a sign on the door.

"Little Lyler, I am out for a few. I should be back soon in order to see you,"

"AAYYY LMAO!" you scream.

You have been looking forward to this all day. Kicking the door in frustration, it becomes slightly ajar.

Hmmmm. Zecora wouldn't mind if you stayed inside for a while. Right? Right.

You tip toe inside of the humble abode and spy a small purple flask on Zecora's table. That must be one of Zecora's potions!

I bet she wouldn't mind if you took just a small sip.

Examining the potion, it seems to smell like grapes. There isn't anything racist about that. It's just a drink. That smells like grapes and is purple.

You take a small sip of the potion.

"YUMMY TASTE!"

You shove the entire potion down in your asshole, because it seems like the right thing to do right now.

"MMMMMMM."

Weird, you are starting to feel funny. Something doesn't feel right. But why?

Just breathe, Lyler. Breathe in.

The air around you begins to fly into your mouth at such a speed that you fear your lungs would burst. In a panic, you breathe out normally, removing all the air from your lungs in one burst.

Uh. What just happened?

You look around the room for any sign of Zecora. But she isn't anywhere to be found.

This is bad. If Lyra finds out you've been drinking random things again, you could get in big trouble. There's only one person who could possibly help.

You stare down at your hands as you sit on the toilet seat of your home. You flex your fingers and sigh to yourself.

"Lyler comes to visit me every day now," you whisper to yourself. "What's even the point of living anymore?"

A knock on the door downstairs disturbs your valuable session of contemplating suicide. With a sigh, you rise from your seat and head downstairs to answer the door.

Through the peephole, you see Lyler standing at your doorstep. What could she possibly want this time?

You open the door.

"ANON, IF YOU DON'T LET ME SUCK YOUR HOT MONKEY DICK I'LL DIE."

You stare at her, wondering if you should close the door and get the noose. But knowing Lyler, she'll probably find some way to not only save you, but paralyze you so that you would be her plaything for forever.

"Fuck."

She strolls happily into the house and sits on your couch. Lyler pats an open spot for you and puts on her best bedroom eyes.

Let's just get this over with.

You sit down next to her, and she undoes your pants. She pulls out your funny bunny and begins stroking it to awaken it from its slumber. Shivers run down your spine as you feel her tongue run across the tip. She places your entire member in your mouth and begins to suck.

Woah. She can really suck. It's really smooth. That's really hard. Almost too hard. In fact, wait a second. AW SHIT! THAT HURTS!

"STOP STOP STOP STOP!" you scream.

Then, with a pop and a massive spasm of pain, blood shoots out of your crotch. Your entire dick is bitten off by Lyler.

She swallows, and puts your member in the pits of her stomach. You begin to go into convulsive shock as Lyler hops up and down on your couch.

"YAAAAYYY. I SWALLOWED. I AM BEST SEX FRIEND. I AM BETTER NOW."

Then, wiping her mouth of the crimson stream, she trots out of your door, leaving you to do... whatever it is you do.