In a decrepit old bar in Las Pegasus, a mare walked in.
“Just give me something light, bartender.” A white mare with curly pink hair took a seat on one of the stools, noticing that a few stallions were glancing to her with greedy eyes. As her drink was placed down, she put some bits on the table, and picked up her drink. Taking a sip, she paid attention to the taste this time.
’Strange, it actually tastes a little better. Is it an acquired taste?’ Taking another sip, Sweetie still didn’t think she’d ever fully enjoy it, but it was drinkable, that much she knew. When she had come up with the idea to turn into an adult after learning how Celestia did it, she was expecting to have something more exciting to do.
’Alas, anything I could have done, has already been done for the most part.’ Sweetie took another sip of her drink, blinking as a stallion sauntered over to sit next to her.
“Hey, are you an angel? If so, what are you doing in such a run down cheap bar?” The stallion smiled, and Sweetie blushed. Wait, why did she blush? Sweetie hadn’t meant to blush! Looking down at her drink, she felt her mouth go squiggly.
“I’m not an angel,” she mumbled. “Just somepony here to try alcohol for the first time.” Celestia dammit why had she said that? What was wrong with her? Sweetie took another sip of her alcohol.
“Then, my dear, you have much to learn. Would you like a recommendation on where to start?” The stallion pulled a drink that was bubbling out from behind him, smiling like an idiot. Sweetie took it, giving a grateful smile.
“Thanks, but I’d rather just take it slow for now.” Placing the drink down, Sweetie caught the scowl, but it was gone so quick she had trouble remembering it. Her mind felt...buzzy.
“Come on, trust me. This drink is slow, but it will rock your world.” The stallion leaned closer, touching Sweetie on the back and smiling. Sweetie found him absolutely charming, and blushed again.
“Well, one more drink couldn’t hurt,” she spoke. Taking a sip, her head exploded into a wonderland of flavour. A lot of it was bad, but there was a small part of her that wanted more. And so, Sweetie drunk more. Soon enough, the cup was empty. Turning, Sweetie tried to open her mouth to thank the stallion, only to find something had magically transformed him.
“Come, let us dance.” The beautiful stallion before her held out a hoof, and, blushing, she took it and was led to the stage. As they danced, her head swum with colors and sounds, and everything was incredibly bright. More drinks arrived, and she faintly saw the stallion put some sort of dissolving pain pill into her drink.
“Here, have a drink.” The stallion was like the gospel to Sweetie right now. All she wanted to do was do everything he said. So, she gulped down the drink with no regard, her head spinning as the music thumped around her. The stallion twirled her around to the music, and she squealed with glee.
Time had lost all meaning, and so had the amount of drinks she had ingested. Sweetie had no idea what she was doing, and only had eyes for the stallion. Eventually, he leaned in close, caressing her neck.
“Come, let’s go somewhere private for the real show.” Following the stallion to a side alleyway, Sweetie vomited on the pavement as he unlocked a door, leading her into a decrepit room. It was really strange, there was only a bed in it.
“Lay down,” he ordered, but Sweetie hesitated. Maybe it was the change of location, but something in her mind was warning her. Brain completely burned out, all she could do was look to the bed in confusion. The stallion quickly grew impatient, and pulled her to the bed, forcing her to lay down on it.
“Easy now, there’s nothing to be afraid of.” The stallion smiled, and Sweetie tried to concentrate through the haze around her. Surprisingly, the headache beating against her head was actually helping in that regard, helping her focus. Sweetie took a moment longer to slowly battle through the haze, and then widened her eyes.
Slap!
“Let me go!” Sweetie began to struggle, but she was so weak. It was as if all her energy had been drained away. The stallion smiled, ignoring her weak slap, slowly getting closer to Sweetie. Closing her eyes, Sweetie began to cry.
“No, please.”
CRASH!
Something crashed into the room, but Sweetie couldn’t see it from her view. The stallion glared at it, before suddenly being knocked into the wall to Sweetie’s right so hard, he flew straight through it. And the next one, and the one after that.
Sweetie tried to lift herself to see whom had saved her, but suddenly felt a spell hit her. It was a weak spell, but one she reconised as the knockout spell from her book. Going unconscious, she wondered vaguely what was next for her.
Sweetie jolted awake, noticing she was once more a filly. Head pounding, and not because of the normal reason, she groaned and glanced toward her bedside. There was a box of tablets labelled ‘hangover pills’ on it. Was that what this was? Sweetie used her magic, groaning as her headache intensified, and took one pill with some water before curling into a ball.
What felt like hours passed as the pain slowly lessened over time. Sitting up, Sweetie looked around her room, noticing a note had been placed next to where the hangover pills had been set. Picking it up, Sweetie only saw a single cutie mark drawn on the page. It was one she recognised as Starswirl’s.
“So, it is you.” Sighing, Sweetie placed it back down on the table. Laying back down on her bed, she shuddered. Sweetie had very little memory past accepting the drink from that stallion, but she had no doubts it had ended badly, but not for her even thought it had been close to doing so.
“Thank you.”
That turned dark really fast...
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Oookay, Sweetie just about lost the most irreplaceable part of her life. She needs to learn a bit more about being an adult, if she wants anything to be interesting without being... that.
Welp.
Glad for no sweetie rape
... Should have been 69.
Good news everyone!
According to the mysterious character orchestrating everything behind the scenes for his own amusement, rape isn't funny.
Some part of me thinks the StarSwirl hint is a deliberate misdirection though.
So they same guy who tells Sweetie to go wild and throw away her morals, saves her from rape?
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Yep.
Presumably, watching her mentally recover from being raped, over who knows how many loops, isn't his idea of a good time.
Drinking doesn't really do exactly as you seem to think. If you know the feeling that you have when you get off a treadmill after running on it for about 2 hours, and everything feels like it is moving faster than it is, well, being drunk is that feeling times five or so. You take a hit to your coordination, and you feel a little light-headed, but really it isn't some magical "once you are drunk you turn into a moron" type thing. Sure it makes you a little bit less coherent and a little more suggestible, but that is not until someone roofies you or something of the like. I have never been "shitfaced", but I have been drunk, and I actually went about figuring out how alcohol affects oneself fairly scientifically. And the just-got-off-a-treadmill feeling is the biggest difference compared to sober.
~Crystalline Electrostatic~
Well, guess that dark tag is finally being used. Interesting chapter.
Your chapters are just so... disjointed.
It's like you're not writing a story. Rather, you're pasting a bunch of random snippets that happen in some time travel journey.
Ironically, I sorta miss angsty/sad Sweetie. Mainly because that's when your writing becomes consistent. In other words, story progression actually happens.
ps:
Hahahahahaha.
I must be drinking the wrong type of alcohol then. Bwahaha. Never saw something do that before.
Interesting... It appears that Starswirl actually cares...
Hmm, it appears Sweetie's mind is doing something that is fairly common.
It is blacking out the memory so it won't cause her distress in day-to-day situations, she won't even remember having the memory, the most she will have is an inkling that there is some type of memory missing. It might come back to her though when her body and mind feel like she can normally handle it. Forget what's called, but pretty much it seems like her mind blacked out the worse parts to save her from major depression.
As soon as she started drinking I knew something bad was going to happen.
It looks like the person causing the loop isn't a complete dick. Maybe they're doing this out of necessity? Maybe they just chose someone quickly or didn't have a choice about who else was in the loop? I don't see why Sweetie would be chosen - then again, she's young (might help), did have not Cutie Mark, and has links to many important people. She was probably the only unicorn with those links that had no Cutie Mark.
But why would that matter...?
This is likely out of a necessity, maybe she was chosen - but I think it was a spontaneous choice (if there was one).
P.S. Damn, I haven't posted any ideas or
theorieshypothesises about this in a while. Though I would like to see what happens if Sweetie runs through multiple rooms during the reset phase of the loop.5789590 I'm glad somebody complained about his version of drunk is a never drank before kind. But also, he gave her a drink himself. So he did drug it.
5790129 She even saw him drug the second one, but she drank it anyway?
I've only gotten drunk a few times, but it was different than just being exhausted. I would have reasonable thoughts but they wouldn't catch up to what I was doing until I'd already done the stupid thing. So I was actually acting like I was half asleep, kind of, and doing things that only made sense by dream logic. Like waking up the teacher who was supposed to be making sure we weren't drinking and assuring her that I wasn't drunk. Because if I didn't tell her, how would she know?
Curiouser and curiouser. He is saving her yet is still torturing her........
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You might have had the same drinks as Sweetie, but perhaps you've never had a roofie with it? This wasn't supposed to be the same as you or me having a couple drinks; there was more to it than that.
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This isn't repressed memory, it is unformed memory thanks to chemical interference.
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I've been shit faced. One of the many fun things I did in AIT (where you go to learn how to do your MOS in the service). When I turned 21, my battle buddies had me on Kamikazes, Vodka chasers, and Shmirnof. Heck one time I got so blitzed that I got lost going to the barracks, that I ended up in the totally wrong one and had to get picked up.
But yeah, even that degree of total drunkenness doesn’t make you a moron (unless you get slipped something). More or less you get really impulsive as your inhibitions go out the window, your co-ordination takes a huge hit, and your reflexes are shot. Then of course comes the throwing up bit if you go passed shit faced to "why did I think this was a good idea?"
Ok, FALSE ALARM!!!!!! For a second there, I thought this was going to turn into a clop fic.
he flew straight threw it
1. Through.
Is it wrong that I find this somewhat supporting my theory that I mentioned last time of Starswirl wanting to take over her body?
Being drunk is hard to describe, yes. Only ever been drunk once. Coordination is definitely lousy, movements feels sluggish, head feels somewhat numb. Beyond that, I don't remember much. Other than heaving of course. It's been years since that happened though and now if I ever drink alcohol, I always carry some water with me.
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Possibly. Whoever it is, at least they have some sort of morals.
I personally can't decide whether they're male or female, assuming not Star Swirl.
5789357 Yea this chapter actually had me on edge.
Maybe is just because part of me believes that ware is a callous enough author to actually pull out something like this for real.
But this just made me realize how long is being since something really dark happened.
This means that when the author finally drops the dark it most likely will be terrabad.
~Leonzilla
Can’t a filly get drunk in peace? I could see Sweetie turning into an alcoholic over the next few loops.
"Just give me something light bartender." There’s a comma missing before bartender.
I thought he went and slipped some xtc in that first drink
For a while there I was certain that when she got back to the scumbag's bedroom, the alcohol and drugs would cause her adult body spell to fizzle out at the last moment, causing him to jump out the window shouting Abort! Abort!
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I've been drunk, but not falling down shitfaced or blackout drunk. I've only thrown up once, and that wasn't because of the alcohol, but because a friend's brother convinced me to drink three irish car-bombs in quick succession and the milk curdled in my stomach. But yeah, turns out I'm much the same drunk as I am sober, just a bit more talkative. The only way I really tell is that my teeth start to feel numb and I have to exert a bit more conscious control to coordination and related tasks that would otherwise be automatic.
That's good policy. Always alternate your drinks with water if you can. It makes a huge difference in hangover reduction.
5813927 If not water at least something like poweraid that will help keep you hydrated, still not as affective as water but mixes easier
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That second drink was obviously tampered with some kind of date-rape drug
Wait, it really was StarSwirl? Now the only question left, why?
This should've been chapter 69.
soo, a bar, a Stalion , and alcohol... I'm not reading this chapter ;-;
6142672 dito.wonderland and I,m out of this loop.
Why would Starswirl give proof it was him? It doesn't really make sense to me at this point in time, because he seems to want to keep her trapped in this loop. Giving absolute proof might be his undoing...
Tick...
The plot thickens...