Along the feral, tattered path to home, Fluttershy wandered. And in the grand scope of things, she foresaw another hapless vision. The clinic would greet her with soft rain. And she'd be a certified mess. They would operate again to no avail and tell her to sleep the pain away. Then they'd dose her up with anti-whatsits after a good lecture about not smoking. The doctor would conclude their session with another monotone farewell and his trademark scowl at the feeble nurse handling her acetaminophen for headaches or the other analgesic cures promised. She sighed softly and ached when the air hit her ribcage, wincing harshly at their receptive state. Just another fragile flower, Fluttershy thought along herself. Just another mare too scared of her own feelings.

And through the woods, she found the path too winding. Through the dark she found her mind rewinding, recollecting all the times daddy locked her in that room. Fluttershy gasped and leapt away hearing a crinkle in rotten leaves. She galloped straight forward, never looking back. Another changeling, it could've been. Another abuse, maybe. They slammed the door shut at home, only to slink away from the gaping hole in her wall.

"Wh-where else can I go...?" Fluttershy hushed, pacing about in panic.

A stray tree blocked her path. It was so good at guarding her path, it bopped betwixt her eyes. Disoriented Fluttershy, by some measure of steel will and blind luck, found her blurry way toward Twilight's Castle... house... thing. The last thing she could remember was Twilight wearing some sort of pirate cosplay.

"Another example of why you always keep your eyes on the road." She heard with tunnel vision.

"But that means you're driving. Don't you think the lesson is: don't let panic take over?" A familiar voice responded, it more mature than brainy.

"Ah. But you underestimate me. You see, the equine anatomy dictates our eyes give a wider peripheral range. Because our eyes are freaky and happen to be on the sides. So, in conclusion, a pony must remember to look forward, on the road. At all times." Twilight concluded, sure and proud of herself as she eyed awoken Fluttershy.

Dizziness. Confusion. And moreover, bafflement at what she saw. Those were most prominent in her stricken mind. Although the poor mare had no proof, she could've sworn that two-legged creature was...

Oh no.

Fluttershutter zipped off the couch and toward the front door. A sharp gasp and whine pushed out of her. Fractured rib pains sliced away at her feeble figure. She crawled toward it before an incubus stopped them. Fluttershy held a curious mixture of deep nakedness as they held a palm against her hoof.

"Miss Fluttershy... I'm not here to hurt anyone. Just rest. And get your ribs healed. The best thing to do is exercise lightly after recovery. Not during it." Lilith stated, not bothering with any grattitude as she walked away.

Fluttershy was Fluttershy. Getting close to her would only prove problematic, they presumed. No amount of healing could convince either of them to be more than pleasant strangers. Her first step was, surprisingly, interrupted with a hushed 'wait...!'

Lilith glanced back over her shoulder, completely taken by surprise.

"Miss... Pink... hair. Thank you. I-I shouldn't have run. If you wanna talk later I... I wouldn't mind." Soothed Fluttershy, their one, closed eye resembling a wink rather than muscle response.

"... Yeah. I'll talk when you can breathe okay. Without needles in your chest." The incubus hushed, walking again, holding her own ribs for some reason.

Twilight settled her friend into a mug of hard cider. That was okay, right. Last time she checked, Flutters didn't suffer from a weak kidney or liver. They shared a drink as the sun, slowly, but surely, ticked away into the horizon. It was on the first round she started giggling. And, as Twilight developed her own chuckle, an awkward Applejack, a sly Silver Spoon and one Sweetie Belle with her friend Scootaloo. Twilight's uproarious bubbliness also contributed to the fact that, of all the times to be present, Scootloo's caretaker wasn't. The utter irony, she thought, smiling coyly to herself.

Where was her fornication-loving friend, though? She scouted the upstairs area rather dizzily and found Lilith. That hapless sue was lounging about their crystalline bed. Only, her back lay against the chest at the foot of it, their limbs dangling limply. Silver Spoon trotted up those steps with the most peculiar blend of pride and smarminess. It was in their smile, glancing down at all the ponies not in her shoes. They were below by miles as she slid atop her daddy and rest, delighting herself as she rubbed along Lilith. The taste of smooth epidermis was incomparable along her plush chest fur. It drew a crooked smile from those scarred lips, entertaining an after-party rut in their empty heads.

Princess Sparkle could only smirk at their youthful lust. To be young again, she lamented. To be rid of responsibility that didn't hang everyone in the balance. Her eyes crept away from her wine glass as Applejack spoke.

"Shucks... Invitin' me to a party and not even changin' for the drinks? Heh. Been a long time since I've had any. You sure I won't end up on the floor, though? This stuff looks a might strong." Jacquelyn mumbled, speaking by thought as she read again the '80 proof' marking.

"Pfff... No. You'll be fine. If a girl like me can handle it, I'm sure you can, you work horse. "

Their merry reunion was met with more merriment. Fluttershutter brought some cookies from the kitchen. And though somepony might've wanted them, she ate the plate rather sloppily. Not the cookies. Just the plate. Applejack panicked, tossing the half-eaten thing out of sight. She grabbed Fluttershy by the shoulders and cried 'Fluttershy! Are you drunk! What about your medication?!'

Scootaloo sat confused and whispered to her shrugging friend.

"Medication...?"

The question only widened her eyes slightly. Jacquelyn's comrade merely tipped her lips to one side and showed her teeth. What she said came out in some, heavy laziness. As if Fluttershy were lobotomized.

"Aaaaah itschfine Appuhljak... I didnt go t'thuh klinik t'day heheh..."

Her drunkenness fell limply into her beanbag seat and blacked out. The party spiked in energy when Applejack sighed in relief and presented a bottle big as her foreleg. Another flask of Applejack Daniels, but Party-Sized thanks to the deal struck with the Cakes. Her emerald orbs dotted across the room before making sure Officer Doo was nowhere to be found. The coast was clear.

Scootaloo raised her hoof rather squeamishly.

"Um... Miss Applejack? Is this legal?"

Not clear of narcs, apparently...

Jacquelyn simply gave her sly, charming grin and answered 'it ain't illegal if you aren't caught.'
And, just as subsequently, Scootaloo rolled their eyes and muttered 'but it is...'
The filly, not so young anymore, but still growing, caught her friend chortling in response. Sweetie Belle, of all ponies, to really find it so agreeable? The world was coming to an end. Although, in all seriousness, the rumors about her and Silver Spoon were overwhelming. As the 'adults ' had their inebriated fun, the two chaps drank regular cider from regular workout bottles. They endured the roar of noise from rambunctious cheers. After, the duo struggled to speak over the woozy ramblings of an awakened Fluttershy and her Highness, who popped some green to stink their castle up.

Sweetie Belle harumphed and crossed her arms as she spotted fatigue in Scootaloo. Why did everyone fall asleep before her. The filly only had to look up before frustration turned to curiosity. Vague, shadowed shapes blocked the moonlight streaming down from Twilight's bedroom window. All the green started a thin smoke over her eyes, only allowing two, vaguely animated silhouettes to show. One stood on two legs and one was vaguely equine, leaning against a box-like shape.

Her curiosity slipped her through the cluster of drunks. Sweetie crept along the steps expecting to be caught or apprehended by some sort of tendril creature. A soft gasp caught her ear and perked it up. It sounded like... Silver Spoon? What she saw forced her hooves over her tight lips. Her classmate was bent over a chest and forced to pant her lungs out. Silver Spoon jerked her hindlegs a few times as she was railed by a pink-haired... thing. She screamed into a pillow as her tiny tush was spread wide open. Sweetie's eyes grew horrifically wide as she eyed the size of the thing squeezing into Silver Spoon, almost squeaking from how disproportionate it was. Her irises shrunk like needles when the bipedal thing grinned widely in her direction.

She bolted straight down the stairs and out that castle, never looking back.

Applejack scratched her head, counting how many fillies were present. One, she announced rather lazily. Two, she counted, watching Silver Spoon blow that incubus bitch. And... no more. Fuck. The mare scratched her head and asked their fingers where Weeping Bell went. No answer. Instead, she was licking away at a long, hard thing in front of her muzzle. It tasted like sour apples and cream. Oh well, Applejack shrugged, trying to get cider from it. That smoking grass sure tasted funny. Maybe Typewrite put some funky zebra medicine in their shots. Speaking of which. It felt like a zebra was going down her throat. Who's frosting stick was it, anyway. Sure was thick. Her cheeks burned hot with shame at wanting more and apple-flavored sloppiness. They heard an unsure 'o-okay... but I'm not used to this group stuff.' from some incubus faggot.

Jacquelyn looked up and saw heavy, thick lashes on low eyelids. No wonder. It was that pink-haired thing. She slipped off with a plop and licked between words and statements. Sometimes, she'd rub her rich, rugged coat against her prick too, using their cheek and snout to make Lilith throb.

"Ohheyyy... yer that diccckgirl thingie. Remember how scccaree ah was? A-ah wassssuh jokin. Ahm a virgin. Eeyup. Thats whah. Now uh... cccome on and fuck my ass." The fool slurred, mumbling absently into girlcock.

Her apple-flavored drool ran thick like a mudslide as it caked Lilith's pubic mound. Before she could even blink, her stupor ended in a harsh blackout. The last thing she remembered was how much the insides of her ribs stung.

Author's Note

"Pfff... No. You'll be fine. If a girl like me can handle it, I'm sure you can, you work horse. "