My Little Tripper: Hallucinogens are Magic

It was quite a few minutes before Applejack realized that Twilight was gone, and by that time, Applejack realized that Twilight could be anywhere, given her ability to teleport, so she merely chuckled and sighed and hoped that the purple mare wouldn't get into too much trouble.

But getting into trouble was just what Twilight was doing at that very moment. Twilight trotted into the Everfree forest with a determined set to her jaw. She was on a mission. She had always wanted, no, YEARNED for the courage to do what she was about to do, but had never found it until this moment. As the forest grew dense around her, Twilight realized that maybe going into a fairly dangerous area of Equestria while under the influence of some of the strangest magic she had ever encountered was not such a great idea. But no. She wasn't going to let the risk of something as silly as the risk of being devoured by a much larger animal deter her.from her mission.

Suddenly, Twilight heard a roar that seemed to shake the earth. Any sensible mare would have run away immediately, self preservation instincts screaming at them to run home and grab their Smarty Pants doll. But Twilight's instincts were glossed over by a very powerful curiosity, and so instead, she went galloping to find the source of the sound.

When she arrived, the offending animal had been long subdued, and what she found was Pinkie, and a rather strange colt, who had no face, and of all things, strange tentacles protruding from his back. Pinkie turned to Twilight, and the grin on her face was unnervingly bright and sunny.

"Wow! Speak of the devil, here's one of my closest friends now! Twilight, I would like you to meet Slendy. Slendy, this is Twilight!"

Then Pinkie remembered Twilight's altered state. or rather, she remembered Twilight's altered state when Twilight Put her hoof up against Slendermane's muzzle and proceeded to search for a mouth, a nose, any type of facial feature. Fully satisfied that this was the weirdest stallion she had ever seen, Twilight turned to Pinkie Pie.

"You know he hasn't got a face right? I'm not the only one seein' this?" Twilight had completely lost the ability to care who she offended.

"Sorry Slendy, Twilight's just a little 'WoOoOo' today. Somepony used a particular type of scroll today, if you catch my drift, Wink wink, nudge, nudge."

Slendermane didn't catch her drift. At all.

"........"

"WELL, this has been weird! Nice to meet you Slendy, but I got stuff to do! Ta TA!"

And with that, she cantered away.

"Sorry Slendy, Twilight's not usually so weird," Pinkie apologized, "you gotta read the other fanfic."

"What?"

"Nothing. C'mon, Let's go."

Twilight kept trotting, undeterred by her encounter of her friend and that strange faceless tentacle pony. Her lack of surprise at this was partially caused by the scroll, and partially by the fact that it had been, well, Pinkie. If she wanted to have a coltfriend with tentacles, then...actually Twilight could certainly see the appeal of having a coltfriend with tentacles.

Twilight shook her head wildly to clear it. The last thing she wanted to think about was Pinkie in that type of situation. MUCH too weird, even for her brain in this state.

She pressed on until she came to the small, secluded shack in the woods that she recognized as Zecora's home. This was it...the moment she had been thinking, fantasizing, even...doing other things, about since she had first laid eyes on the voluptuous frame of the Zebra. Twilight remembered it clearly. Looking out at what her friends were cowering in fear from, she had been shocked by her own reaction. She had felt dizzy, looking at the way the sunlight had glinted off of Zecora's dangerous curves, the way her brass rings seemed to glint and sparkle, the mysterious unique shape of her eyes. Twilight had never seen a more beautiful mare. This was compounded when she learned of Zecora's proficiency with magic. After all, there was nothing Twilight was more passionate, and she felt that this was a real bond between the two of them. But, what was she supposed to do with these feelings? Twilight had always been so shy when it came to that sort of interaction. She had had crushes before, but had always screwed things up the minute she opened her mouth. But this was going to have to be different. She was done with visiting Zecora and walking away with a few rare herbs and a whole lot of regret. NO. MORE.

Twilight burst into the cottage, finding Zecora taking a soak in her spare cauldron. Sweet, earthy aromas permeated the air. Twilight almost backed out right then, but something spurred her forward.

"Twilight, my dear, you shouldn't intrude, it is a behavior that most find quite rude."

Twilight was almost without words, but found them, meeting Zecora on her level.

"I'm tired of coming around here and being a wussy, so get out of that tub, and relinquish your--"

the last parts of Twilight's rhyme was cut off by Zecora's tongue being shoved rather forcefully down her throat.

"If this is what you truly seek, come bathe with me, and take a peek," the striped seductress intoned.

Twilight stepped into the fragrant bath, and felt instantly at ease. She felt herself become weightless in the water, and simply allowed herself to drink in the sensation. she was then wholly shocked by a different sensation. Zecora had closed the space between them and was now nibbling on her ear. Twilight had never felt something so entirely pleasurable in her life. The weightlessness, the delightful lapping of Zecora's tongue. Twilight's hoof dipped down below the water and lightly caressed her lips, focusing on the soft bit of flesh at the top of the crease. Zecora stroked the soft saturated fur of her inner thighs, and moved to help Twilight with her endeavors.

Twilight's body tingled and twitched as she came to one of the most exquisite climaxes she had ever experienced. The walls of the cabin seemed to be shaking with every convulsive throb of pleasure. The world seemed to twist and bend.

When she finally came down from her orgasmic high, she had one and only one objective in mind: returning the favor. she dove underwater, using a bubble charm she had learned somewhere to keep breathing, and buried her face in Zecora's thighs. Zecora reciprocated by moaning and bucking against twilight's face. Twilight carried her through until she whinnied with pleasure, her climax almost parallel to Twilight's.

The two sat in reverie for a few minutes, and Twilight finally got up to leave.

"This was wonderful, my dear, Remember, you are always welcome here," smiled Zecora.

"Thanks, I might take you up on that."

Outside, a doormouse waited, and thought idly that this day had been more interesting than most.

Twilight picked Caspian up and continued her journey. She had a lot to do, and very little time.