Anon03/15/26, 19:29No.43107286
reposting [/mlp/thread/43049343#p43106422]>Be chilling on Dash's couch
>She gets up and starts flying towards the kitchen
>"I'm gonna get a cider from the fridge. You want one?"
Pfft! Yeah, right. I ain't getting drugged.
>"It's not drugged."
Has Fluttershy been in your fridge?
>"No."
>Then, for more than a second, she actually thinks about what you said.
>"...Well, yeah, I guess so."
Then all your shit is drugged.
>"But when she came by it was, like, over a week ago, and she was just bringing over some protein shakes for Tank."
Don't care. All your shit is drugged.
>"They're actually not bad... not that I've actually tried drinking them or anything."
You haven't been feeling extra sleepy lately, have you?
>She shrugs. "I always get like that after I've had a few. It's good for naps."
Yeah. All your shit's drugged.
>"So you really don't want a cider?"
Can't trust it, Fluttershy was here.
>"I've been drinking it this whole time though, and it's been fine."
Can't trust it.
>"Whatever. I'm gonna get a drink before we go to the Hayburger.">Be at the front counter of the Hayburger
>Decide not to wait for Dash's alcoholic ass, who is lagging behind
>Double Decker, the qt wagie mare running the register, is trying to take your order right now
>"Sir, all I asked was if you wanted a shake with that."
Pfft! Yeah, right, I ain't getting raped.
>"Sir." She looks grumpy. "That's not what I said."
Has Fluttershy been here?
>You really hope not, you haven't had anything to drink in days
>You're so fucking thirsty
>"No, she's still banned."
I'll bet she's been here. In fact...
>You take a closer look at the other pony behind the counter, the one that's had her back towards you the whole time and has been sweeping the same already-clean spot for over five minutes
I bet that's her right there.
>The sweeping pony freezes, then turns around and reveals herself to be Fluttershy, wearing a fake 70's porn stache (it's pink) and some Dahmer glasses as a disguise.
>Double Decker turns and inspects her new hire; she squints, focusing specifically on the mustache
>"You said you were a part-timer."
>"I a-am," Fluttershy says in a fake voice, stammering, "the name's Dustyshy, from the w-weekend crew."
>She leans in close and whispers in Double Decker's ear:
>"Make him get a shake!"
>Then Rainbow Dash crashes through the window and lands on the counter in a drunken heap
>She's out cold, with bits of broken glass embedded in her bloody forehead, snoring like a horse
I knew all her shit was drugged.
>"Not all of it," Fluttershy says. "But I do think she's been drinking Tank's protein shakes, even after I already told her not to."
Where's the logic in drugging Tank's protein shakes?
>"Oh, it can't hurt him, if that's what you're worried about. He's a tortoise, and they're already very naturally sleepy."
Okay.
>"And I may be running out of places to hide all my drugs."
>Double Decker looks at the mess Dash made, tells Fluttershy to clean it up, then loudly announces that she's going on break
