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Post by Mortar Retort on Jan 28, 2013 15:40:30 GMT -5
Retort(ia) contemplated on Watermark’s offer. She did consider the top hats, so dapper and fancy. But she knew this was just the poison joke talking, however much it tried to convince her otherwise. She asked to keep the option on the table, willing to give the top hat a chance, but not willing to entirely throw away fezzes for the notion of new headware. Besides, right now he was far more interested in what else Watermark had in store for her, everything he had in store.
Back at the residence, Retort(ia) took a seat cushion in the “tea room” and waited for Watermark to finish preparing whatever it is he was making. The smell that emanated from steeping leave was absolutely mind blowing, like a swift buck to the nose. It almost was overwhelming in the sensations it elicited, no demanded from her. She fell into its intoxicating aroma like a fine cognac.
”Is that? Dare I speculate, Dragon… Oh what was its name. Clown, no no, Lounge? Nah, no good.” She rambled on, trying to recall the name of the delectable brew. ”Crown, yes! Dragon Crown Tea. I’ve only heard about its properties, never seen or smelt it in person before. A tea shop in Canterlot was offering it at over 2,000 bits a serving awhile back, limited of course. Thought it was rightfully ridiculous. For tea, none the less! Thank you for the offer, but why that tea, isn’t it suppose to be induce euphoria and… oh, right then. Well serve it up, let’s see what they say are true.”
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Post by Red Charge on Jan 29, 2013 17:03:53 GMT -5
Watermark served the tea to Retortia, a very sly grin on his face now, he locked hoof with her as they both sipped from the tea. Retortia wanted to see if what they said about it is true, but there were no words that could describe the feeling she had at that moment.
It's like the universe exploded and all that was left was her, immense pleasure and Watermark. It's like she could see happy in the air around her and feel it crawling inside her body, warming her up and emenating an aura of pure good feelings around her. The feeling made her feel like she was a golden deity floating in the space of her own mind, creating genesis all around her as she saw fit. But there was Watermark, obviously far more experienced with the tea, grinning those white teeth.
To think that he could make it all happen and from the looks of it it wasn't his first time either. Suddenly he became the only other pony in the world. It was like they became the two gods of the universe.
And then the real rush hit her.
At first it almost seemed as though she would go into seizure, but as her mind adjusted to the intense good state it was in, her body began to calm down and she managed to pull herself back to real life, where all the emotions she could not even explain were still present, but now she had control again.
Watermark leaned closer to her so their snouts were almost touching. "Feels like pure positiveness... doesn't it? You can do anything you want now..."
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Post by Mortar Retort on Jan 29, 2013 21:38:39 GMT -5
Upon the first sip of the special tea, Retort(ia) suddenly was overcome with a profound sense of euphoria. It was as if the Celestia herself came upon her with a bright smile and grabbed her into her embrace and brought her into some otherworldly yet profound light. It was beyond measure, like birth - or death, a revolutionary sensation the likes of which only the blessed or chosen have ever experienced. The world melted away in that instant, like floating up from dream, yet her body was not her own. She felt noodley against the power of the tea. Every muscle, every nerve was in perpetual distant rapture. She melted into her cushion, void of any reason or recollection to the world around her.
Time ceased to hold meaning, instead replaced by endless wonder. A whole world came before her, unlike any ever experienced. And through it wasn't her first rodeo with exotic plants, this was on a whole other level - as if invited to dine with the gods above and partake of their ambrosia. Yes, the blue mare concluded in her saturated state, this was ambrosia - so divine.
Suddenly, she began to fall into a void of utter blackness. A vacuum of space between the mind and the real world, populated only by one other. A pony-zebra, a master of potions, was there to welcome her into the void. In the unnameable space between space there they resided, dancing together for all eternity. Worlds came and went; life, death, all lost meaning. They were the masters of the house that was this new reality and they danced. Gods watched from the sidelines of the staged as they danced, just them alone, in an embrace that spanned eternities. They spun around, creating universes with each hoofstep, pivoting on the crevasse of reality, always just one step from back to reality. Suddenly she was spun and dipped and both they fell into the space. Falling together, their momentum growing with each passing second, yet they never stopped dancing. And then, Retort(ia) struck water and awoke from the dream with all the suddenness of shattered glass.
The real world came into focus, though her emotions ran like wild horses, reigned in only by her will alone. A wondrous control with her mind so lucid. Though she knew full well the world she now saw was the real one, it still felt dreamlike - and yet she had full control. If she willed it, she could conjure it. She gazed back into Watermark's eyes, which shone like deep glaciers, cold and hard, yet she felt as if she begun to melt into the gaze.
"Oh my..." She whispered out, utterly dumbstruck by all that had overcame her in just sheer moments. She wrapped a hoof around the potion pony's neck and pulled him in closer, reliving the dance they had experienced in the void.
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Post by Red Charge on Jan 30, 2013 0:32:32 GMT -5
It was during then when Retortia found how exceptional a dancer Watermark was. Considering singing and dancing was pretty much something he did all the time, it was not that surprising, but the great fluidity of his movements... it was like dancing with living waters. Under the effects of the tea, it was incredible. She got dizzy, but wasn't disoriented. It's like the room around them shifted and changed with their movements.
Suddenly music burst from everywhere, apparently Watermark had cast another virtuoso spell to compliment their dancing - and it was fabulous. By the time they finished dancing, both of them had the urge to sip from the tea again. If one sip could do this much then Retortia could only wonder what another would do...
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Post by Mortar Retort on Jan 31, 2013 18:41:38 GMT -5
Retort(ia) broke away from Watermark’s grasp and fell to the table with the hot cup of tea, its euphoric vapors pulsating to the magical music. Retort(ia) wrapped the cup and saucer in magic and lifted it to her lips as she turned to face Watermark. She slipped back onto her flank, her back knocking the table she rests against. ”This, this is amazing. Watermark, I can’t even begin to explain it. It’s, it’s like my I’ve had all the knowledge of the stars was suddenly crammed right into my brain after its been washed in papaver somniferum extract.” She took another long, deep drink of the brew. She closes her eyes and lets the world melt once more as the liquid slides down her throat. ”Watermark… let’s do it!” She said, jumping onto her hooves and tossing the tea-cup aside.
”Let’s make all the potions! By the goddesses, I swear I can brew anything.” She kept tapping the side of her head with her hoof as she rambled on. ”Try me! Anything, I can make it. My body is ready.”
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Post by Red Charge on Feb 4, 2013 15:34:18 GMT -5
Watermark slunk fluidly around Retortia, stroking her fur, her mane and just snaking in general. "I think it would be prudent... at least at the moment, that we finalize... examining... your condition so we can determine if any potions would have harmful side effects..." He said, "After all, who knows what effects potions can have under both poison joke and this spell instability?"
His horn glew in bright blue and Retortia began to feel a tickling sensation going over her body. "Why don't you lie down over there?" He asked with a suggestive grin, "This could take a while..."
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Post by Mortar Retort on Feb 4, 2013 16:22:41 GMT -5
Retort(ia) felt her fur stand on delightful end, like electric tickles against Watermark's touch. Like water against the skin, it excited her with his cool touch. She drank in the sensations, leaning into his hoof. She basked in the new sensations like they were warmed honey on a new spring day, this was the moment she was hoping for - in some strange deep emotional extirpation. What strange sensations that overtook her, unlike anything she ever knew as a stallion, so foreign yet so right. Her heart was beating faster now, with every caress she was drawn closer to him.
The tickling touch crept up her spine, from tail to nose, she held on and kept him at home in her arms. "Whatever you say, teacher." She cooed, bumping her nose to his and giving it a quick lick. She did as she was told, her heart beating so hard. She coyly laid against the soft pillows, her hooves playfully beckoning him to join her - the tea filling her with untangible want. " Not going to leave a lady waiting now when we're on the cusp of scientific discovery."
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