Anonymous in Nu-Questria

You wake up to the sound of gentle breathing near your ear. You’re warm. Very warm. Practically burning up. You eyes shoot open. Your eyes are shrouded in blue hair.

Fuck, Izzy must have rolled on top of you. She’s laying on her side, breathing in a steady rhythm right on your chest. Her hind legs are splayed out, with her forehooves tucked cutely up to her chest. Her mane is everywhere.

But that’s not all.

There’s a painful throbbing in your groin. It’s pressing into her flank.

Fuck! God damn morning wood.

You clench your eyes and grit your teeth. You try to think unsexy thoughts and calm down, yet the pressure and warmth of her is making your body respond despite your conscious efforts.

No, no. Shit.

You have to pull out the big guns. You take a deep breath. You remember Lyra.

You focus on the memory for a bit, then you let it slip away. That tail slipping through the door and it slamming shut. Bang. Like a rubber band smacking against your cerebellum.

Your heart sinks a bit, and you feel your boner fade. You breath out in one long sigh as you go limp.

Izzy stirs on top of you. Just in time.

You hear her yawn loudly. Her body tenses and she begins to stretch.

Suddenly she leans up and brushes her mane behind herself. She looks at you, shocked, and blinks.

“Uh,” she says, “Whoops! Ahahah!” She laughs nervously and her face flushes a bit.

You blink. “Uh, yeah sorry...”

Izzy rolls off you and stands up from the bag. “No, don’t worry! Hah! I just got really sleepy, that happens sometimes.”

She quickly walks over to the stairs and looks back. “Let me go make some breakfast! Then we can watch more movies if you want.” She smiles.

You nod and yawn. “Ah. Sure, that’d be great.” You say.

You start to panic a little as she disappears up the stairwell. Fucking hell, you hope she’s not crushing on you already. She seems so genuinely starved for someone to hang out with. She’s been nothing but nice to you this entire time.

You shake your head. No, that’s stupid. She just learned what you are. To her you’re probably still just a cute alien creature. You don’t have to worry about that.

You get up and stretch, and decide to go pee in the drain in the bathroom.

You quietly pee while running the tap while Izzy cooks. Suddenly you remember something.

Shit. What if Sunny told Izzy about your past with Twilight? Sure, you didn’t love her. Far from it really. But what if Izzy thinks you did at one point? What kind of ideas does she have in that head of hers?

You need to find a way to test this. How innocent is Ms. Moonbow really?

You come back into the kitchen where she is making toast and has different kinds of berry jelly sitting out.

It seems you both slept in. The late morning sun is already arcing in through the rounded windows of the kitchen.

You take a seat on a stool.

“Hey Izzy,” You ask.

“Hm? Yeah Anon?” Izzy says.

“I wanted to ask you.” You say, “I think maybe we should do something else today than just watch movies.”

Izzy keeps focusing on her cooking, her hoof moving around the toast on the hot iron griddle. “Like what?” She asks.

“Well, I was wondering... do you collect mushrooms?” You ask, trying to keep a level intonation.

Izzy tilts her ears towards you and glances your way.

“Well that’s a weird question. That’s like asking if earth ponies bale hay. Yeah, of course I collect mushrooms.” She says, then turns to the stove. “Sorry though, we can’t go outside today to look for any.”

“Right,” you say, “I meant, uh... can I see your mushroom collection? I want to see if you have a very... special kind.” You say.

Izzy suddenly flips the toast with her magic and glances back at you. Her eyes narrow.

“What, you think that just because I’m some prancing fa-la-la unicorn living in the woods and making cute custom crafts that I don’t know about the magic properties of mushrooms?” She says.

You smirk at her.

She slaps the pieces of toast onto a plate with her magic.

“Do you take me for a fool, Anon? What kinda potion you looking to brew, huh bud?” She says, prodding your arm with a hoof. “You wanna turn into a newt?” Her eyes widen.

“Maybe.” You say.

She looks you up and down. Her eyes land on the intrepid smirk plastered on your lips. “Ohh...” She says, her eyes glinting with recognition.

Then she spins and turns on her hooves. “Hm. Maybe, Anon. Maybe.”

She takes a few steps away. Then she stops.

She cranes her head around to look at you. Her eyes narrow, her horn points at you menacingly.

“Are you cool, Anon?” She asks.

You pretend to look oblivious. “Yeah?” You say with a shrug.

She walks over towards a kitchen drawer and opens it with a hoof. She pulls out something and turns to you. There’s a small, green bud with orange frills in her hoof. She looks at you with guarded, searching eyes.

“How cool?” She asks.

You cross your arms.

“I have never said ‘no’ when offered kind bud.” you say.

The unicorn’s face slowly morphs into a wide, devilish smile.

“Heheh, no seriously! No, seriously, Anon. Seriously! I’m gonna do it this time!” Izzy says, giggling intermittently.

Izzy pulls hard on the clay pipe and the ember inside glows orange. Her pupils narrow in and her eyes widen out as she takes the fattest rip yet.

She holds it for a second before pursing her lips and letting a puff of smoke blow out from them. The crisp white smoke forms an almost perfectly circular ring as it sails through the air.

“Aaand...!” Izzy says, inclining her horn towards the ring. “Horseshoe!” She exclaims, jabbing in a swift motion with her horn and slicing off a piece of the smoke ring.

As the ring spins it starts to come apart. For a half of a second, it is shaped like a perfect horseshoe.

You clap loudly and laugh. You look like a dope right now but you don’t give a shit. You are doped. “That’s amazing Izzy, you did it!”

“Yeah!” Izzy cheers and then giggles contentedly to herself. She leans towards you and holds out her hoof with the clay pipe resting on it.

You feel like she’s really far away as you reach over for the pipe. Your hand feels like its leaving after images in the air. Are your fingers longer than you remember? Fuck you’re already high.

You manage to put your fingers around the pipe and drag it from her hoof. Izzy’s eyes are burning pink and looking into yours. She is smiling so wide. You can see your reflection in her eyes. You lean back and hold up the pipe to your lips.

You toke. You exhale and feel the rush of the mare-y jane rise up from your chest in a smooth, warm wave. It feels like forever since you had some of this stuff. Unlike the shit on Earth, it has a slightly different high to it. It gives you a gradual uplifting feeling that plateaus without the onset of anxiety or paranoia. It’s simply nice. Not mind-blowing or so high you can’t move. It makes you feel warm and content. Yet at the same time a euphoric tinge covers everything, and you see the world from an adventurous new perspective.

Izzy is staring out the basement window and her head is wobbling from side to side. Her ears flop along with her head. Wait, how long have you been holding onto this pipe for?

“Hey,” you say to Izzy. You hold out the pipe.

“Oh, human man dude... I so wish we could go outside now.” Izzy says. She leans forward and coos as she stares into the light from the window.

“Uh, Izzy...” You say. She had a lot more puffs than you did. You figure her tolerance for the drug is pretty high, but she kept trying to impress you with those huge hits.

Suddenly she tips forward and slides her head to the floor, her flank in the air. She puts one forehoof up, then another. She leans up slowly and starts wandering up the stairs.

“Uh... Izzy, wait...” You say.

You put the pipe down on the stone floor. The ember fizzles out. You lean forward and crawl after Izzy.

Her long, curly tail is bobbing in your face as you climb up the stairs after her.

“I’m just going to look. Just going to look that’s all...” She says.

You can’t help but laugh. You’re getting high with a pony again, and you’re already off on an adventure.

She leads you to the atrium and quickly trots over to the door. She peeks her head out the door and looks both ways. You feel a bit lightheaded as you stand up in the atrium. The sun is belting down on the forest today. It looks so bright and full of color outside.

Izzy steps out the door and spins slowly around, her head looking back and forth. Her mane wobbles like a blue and violet wave. “Yeah...” She says.

“Izzy,” you say quietly. She doesn’t seem to hear you.

You bend down and crawl close to the door. The forest is looking splendid indeed. Golden sun rays fall in soft ribbons everywhere along the path. There’s only a light breeze in the air, and its slightly cool and damp.

“Psst!” You hiss at her.

Izzy’s ears dart in your direction. Her head turns incredibly slowly, like she’s forgotten where you were and needs to scan the horizon to find you. Her eyes finally meet your gaze and her ears perk up. She smiles.

“Oh, hey Anon. You should come outside.” She says.

“I thought Sunny said... that we weren’t supposed to go outside.” You explain slowly.

“Oh yeah...” Izzy says, she looks to the side and puts a hoof to her chin, nodding slowly.

She just stands there nodding for a while. Her gaze drifting like she’s following a cloud in the sky. “Eh.” She says with a shrug and then starts bouncing around to the back of her house.

“Wait-” you say, but she’s already disappeared. Against your better judgment, you place a foot out the door. You lean forward around the doorway and glance in both directions. The forest seems quiet. No hoofstep sounds on dirt. If you go now and go quick you can make it out of sight from the main path.

You quietly close the door behind you and then make a dash around the house, sprinting hard.

You slow down to a jog as you make it to the backyard. Izzy is humming and bouncing along into the woods ahead.