Though you feel like you're going to regret it, you chose the smellier potion. You just can't trust the other one, it's viscosity was too much for you to even think of swallowing. You slurp down the thin brew, holding your nose to so the smell doesn't make you vomit. Once you down it, Twilight does the same, and pulls out a small notepad.
"It's for writing down our observations, that way we have a good reference on these potions," She says, "I could lend you one if you'd like."
You shake your head, "No, I'm fine."
You couldn't bother yourself with writing notes anyway, especially considering that strangely strong itch you've got going on underneath your tail. You scoo back a bit and notice there's an end table nearby, right at the perfect level to give yourself a scratch. You poke your tush out and the corner of the table sticks right between your crack, hitting the itch. Your tongue lolls as you fervently scratch that stubborn itch, moving the table corner right over your ponyhole.
Just as the hard wood jabs your pucker, you realize just how rude you're being to your host Twilight. You're rubbing you ass against her furniture for Discord's sake! You open your mouth to apologize, but before you can speak you see that Twilight is gone, and there's only a purple sticky splotch on the table that she was standing at. You only ponder her fate for a second, because there are much more pressing matters at hoof.
For one, you're stifling in this heat. You're sweating your tail off, literally dripping with the oniony, reeking smell of pony B.O! You lift your hoof up and smell your legpit. The stench wafting off it withers a nearby hanging plant, and makes you gag. At least, at first it does. You're enticed to sniff again, and find it pungeantly pleasant. Of course, you can't sit here smelling your odorific self all day, you feel like you could eat a horse!
But you suppose that your new friend's refrigerator will have to do. You head into the kitchen, cutting playful(yet rancid) farts as you go, further contaminating the air of Twilight's library. With a flick of your hoof, you sling open the fridge shove your head inside to scarf up its contents. She doesn't really have any full meals in there, but you're so famished you couldn't possibly care that you're just eating leftovers and raw ingredients, all the while releasing burps so foul someone might mistake them for your backwind.
"Hey! What are you doing?" You turn around and find a tiny dragon admonishing you, "That's not your fridge, in fact I don't think I've ever seen you before? Are you some kind of th-Urgh!"
Her backs up, the stench of your nasty body hits him like a wall, and he's forced to hold his nose to keep from losing his lunch. He's kinda cute, choking on your fumes and all. You don't particularly like this scaly punk messing up your binge though, perhaps you'll need to show him who's boss around here. You could easily hold him down and-
Burbleburble
You look down at your hooves. Some sort of weird gelatin is sitting at your hooves. Maybe if you weren't so blinded by that potion you'd notice it had Twilight's mane, horn, and eyes. But right now you can't help but notice that this bitty blob of jelly looks especially delicious. You lick you lips hungrily, deciding which of these problems to address first...
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