When Phae saw the large shape of Tor moving swiftly towards her, she immediately raised her muzzle from the ground and vaguely began looking around - pretending that she hadn't been looking for mushrooms. The very last thing she needed was this up-tight goodie-goodie bringing her down. She had no patience, and right now she wanted fun. All she expected from Tor was a naive stare and possibly a lecture. But Phae, who was no stranger to the pleasures of the flora and fauna, instantly noticed the traces of their work on the lovely draft; the lack of coordination, the general state of physical disarray, the joyful tone of voice...As Phae took this in and Tor approached, giggling and snorting, an approving grin broke across her features. Her like of this mare just immensely increased if only because her timing could not have been more perfect. The feeling of being a bad influenced began to bloom in the back of her mind, and she found that she liked it. Misery loves company after all, and two reckless females? What could go wrong.

Phae's slender body strained to stay vertical as the much larger shape of Tor barged into her. But she didn't mind at all; she was craving physical attention right now, and what could be more physical than having a voluptuous draft pressed up against you? Phae leaned into Tor's bulk, turning her head into the muzzle pressed against her neck. She listened with amusement as the mare confided that she had taken Phae's advice and lightened up. Phae wasn't so sure that Tor had ever lightened up quite like this before. The sooty mare made a mental note to get the draft some water, or else she would crash far too earlier. Phae needed an accomplice for the evening, not a dozing giant. You're gorgeous, y'know? The draft continued, tossing her head into a world that Phae could only imagine was spinning with colours and lights. Stallions lead you on and that crap..But you are fucking amazing. Phae accepted these compliments without argument. She was seriously impressed and delighted with the mare's lack of indiscretion as she lovingly nuzzled Phae; It wasn't so long ago that the mare had been awkward with Phae merely touching her with her feather. She would be even more impressed when she was as blissfully high as Tor was, though.

As Tor rolled some of the glowing fungi towards Phae, the pegasi's cool green gaze drifted over her new partner in crime, at least for the evening. "Sugar, that's the best idea you've ever had" She cooed demurely. Phae dropped her head immediately to scoop them up; shovelling the glowing fungus into her mouth with absolutely no care for how much dirt she inhaled in the process. Raising her head, she leaned heavily against the tree next to her, waiting for the effects to kick in. Don't think about it.. She reminded herself. She knew from experience that if you thought about it too hard, you would ruin the trip, and Phae had no intention of doing that. Knowing that she would see the world as Tor did soon enough, she stretched out the wing closest to Tor, and ran her extended feathers along the draft's side, tracing little stars and figure-eights. She hadn't noticed it happening, but slowly the hair on Tor's side was becoming incredibly detailed. Each hair seemed to wave, yet there was no breeze. The contrast from her two-toned coat seemed amplified, and Phae's green gaze was suddenly lost in a haze of grey and white. Suddenly Tor's size seemed fucking incredible. How could any stallion reject her?! She was like a mountain to be conquered, how could anyone not want to plant at flag at her peak? A heated sensation quickly began to fill Phae's belly as she stared at the mare - a blush colouring her sooty cheeks in an appealing way. Phae was no stranger to the occasional fling with a female, but she was almost positive that this was Tor's first time even flirting with a mare. The thought seemed to make the mare all the more enticing.

Suddenly the world heaved under Phae's hooves, and she threw herself into Tor, thinking that she needed to correct for the sudden movement of the ground beneath her, which of course wasn't moving. Her wing stretched up and curled over Tor's withers, as she steadied herself against Tor. Shaking her head, she couldn't help but giggle clumsily. This certainly wasn't her first trip, and here she was tripping over herself. As she heard her own laughter, her mind returned her to the beach, where she had laughed like that with Tolio. Sadness overwhelmed her glee, but only momentarily. For right now, she had Tor, and everything would be alright as long as she held onto this blissful high. "So Tor, who is he?" She asked flirtatiously. There had to be a man involved - one doesn't just say "fuck men", if there isn't one to blame.

[OOC: omg I love high Tor!]

I did my best, it wasn't much.
I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch
I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you.
And even though it all went wrong
I'll stand before the Lord of Song
With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah

[OOC: Starting with Tor's post…hope that doesn't throw everything off…]

Well... Phaedra... itssallssbegan wif... um... Lahce. He was handsome... more handsome than him... and totally... turned me down…But he is something to look at. Not as pretty as you though Phae.

Phae listened intently to her new friend. Friend? Is that what they were? They would find out in the morning the facts of the matter, but for now, they weren't friends, they were motherfuckingbestfriends. Phae shook her head. "We'll show him. He's going to be begging for a second chance with you. We just need to make him jealous. Men are like that, y'know? Want what they can't have?" Wasn't this always the drunken plan, which seemed so clear and perfect under the guise of night and drugs? It sounded like such a good idea in Phae's mind. They would doll Tor up, have Lace see her have a roaring good time with someone else, and he'd definitely want her. Phae was 100% sure of it, even though she knew nothing of Lace, and only slightly more of Tor - the plan was still rock solid. Hell, maybe Phae could be the one Tor made Lace jealous with. Two birds with one stone - You're not the only gay one now Tolio - haha!. Just as Phae was about to nuzzle the tobiano and expand on her plan, she heard a rustling from behind them. Startled, she pivoted around, now standing perpendicular to Tor, but still pressing herself against her. A painted pegasus casually stepped out from the cover of the trees, speaking words which dripped with blatant flattery. With great interest, Phae delicately stepped forward; this was a game she could indeed play. As she eyed Quilyan, she wondered if she had finally met her match. She was overly flirtatious by nature, and too often had stallions fall in love with her, rather than just play with her. Phae was no gender-equalist, or feminist, or any ist; she didn't mind at all being objectified and toyed with. She was usually doing the same thing, anyways. As Quilyan stepped towards the two, inquiring about the mushrooms they had recently consumed, Phae's potential advances were halted by the appearance of yet another. This pity-party was growing quickly. A younger pegasus mare entered, quickly snapping up a mouthful of mushrooms. Phae raised a brow at the sabino who was quite tall, taller than Phae, anyways. She forced herself into a calm state of mind - having a conscious dislike of female pegasi - but the mare was seemingly already feeling the effects of the fungi; and this was a party everyone was invited to.

As the unknown mare encouraged Quilyan to eat the mushrooms as well, Phae slunk forward; her forelock had strategically fallen in a pretty wave partially covering her glittering green eyes, and while her head was low, her muzzle would turned upwards in an almost feline movement as she flirtatiously walked towards the stallion. Lowering a wing, she scooped up a few mushrooms that Tor had previously dislodged, and stood enticingly close to Quilyan, but not actually touching him. Some times the anticipation was the best part. Without saying a word, only locking her emerald eyes onto his amethyst, she raised her wing to his muzzle, offering the hallucinogenic plant.

Oh, damn it all!

Phae turned towards the direction of the sound, which caused the world to spin in a soft glow of muted colours. As her eyes fell upon the overo stallion, she sighed pleasurably: fuck she loved this feeling. She felt warm, and energetic and calm and mischievous and sensual and excited, and of course, flirtatious. The world seemed just right, right about now. She had Tor (her mind was growing quite attached to the idea of the draft), and now two stallions, and another mare. She would have preferred a more manly ratio, but the night was still young. And she knew this one. Pulling away from Quilyan with a flirtatious wink, she accidentally stumbled into his side. Cursing herself silently for knowing how to control herself better than this on mushrooms, she pretend that she had done it on purpose, by tossing her head back and gently stroking his back with her wing tip as she moved towards Apollo.

Oh Apollo… The still-rational part of her mind cooed. He seemed to…to good to be here with them right now. So out of his element, but Phae was not so surprised. She was in the home of The Grey, and had Tor not also shown up? Who else here did Apollo really know, yet? She watched his expression change as the situation he had just walked in on dawned on him. Raising an amused brow she strut closer to him, exuding sexuality as she walked. The mushrooms had caused a lovely blush to permanently reside on her cheeks, colouring them a dusty rose colour, and her eyes sparkled with an inner chemically-inspired light. Phae? Are you alright?” He asked. She almost laughed; poor thing, making sure i'm alright… Well, she knew what would make him alright, for Phae had not missed the puppy-dog eyes he had watched her with when she brought him home, and the lingering looks he gave her. Moving her lithe form oh-so-close to his, she delicately reached up to whisper something in his ear; her muzzle gently brushing his ear as she spoke. "I am, now that you're here" She whispered, her voice sultry and low. As she pulled her neck back, she secretively brushed her muzzle against his - but only for the briefest of moments.

As she turned away from the Unicorn, she raised her eyebrows in a teasing manner at Quilyan. If he was anything like she thought, he would not be jealous of her greeting to Apollo, only amused, or perhaps confused as to why she would tolerate someone so out of place. Strutting towards Tor again, she looked over her shoulder at Apollo. "Well? Coming?"

I did my best, it wasn't much.
I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch
I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you.
And even though it all went wrong
I'll stand before the Lord of Song
With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah

With hungry eyes, Phae watched as the painted Pegasus wandered towards Sierra and Tor, draping his wings luxuriously over them. She felt no jealousy at this, even though she would vie for his attention at some point this evening; she was merely impressed by his attitude - one so well aligned with hers. He made her forget completely about Tolio, and the heartache that he had cause. Who needed love, when she could have this. She thought, eyeing him with approval.

Turning, she watched Apollo. Oh Apollo! Was she being cruel? Allowing him enter a world that he was so clearly unprepared for? He had obviously never done drugs before - it seemed no one but herself and the entrancing Quilyan. It was hitting everyone much harder than they, she observed as her green gaze wandered over the group, then back to Apollo. She moved herself towards him, simply unable to help herself. She felt like a predator, and he was some bird who could not fly out of her grasp. He was hers, and she would take him, if only to prove to herself that she was the desirable creature that she believed herself to be. She needed to prove the impression Tolio had left on her, to be wrong. They’re awful! Apollo exclaimed, forcing himself to swallow another. Phae extended one of her wings, gently placing it near his shoulder, as if shielding him from the group. She intended this barrier to increase the intimacy that her presence would cause. Position her lithe form next to him, she again drew her muzzle quite close to his, exhaling smoothly into his nostrils; forcing her sweet smell of cinnamon and lilac to flood his nose. She perked her ears forward, looking at him in an inquisitive way, which she knew from having practised it front of a clear pond, was positively adorable. Phae could play the innocent dove, with the best of them. "Better?" She whispered, once again moving her muzzle in to nuzzle him with the gentlest of touches, as if they were only barley touching. Pulling away, she laughed her delicate silvery laugh, her eyes smiling at him. She knew how awful the fungi tasted; hopefully he would have been distracted enough to forget the taste.

What are you doing here? She heard Tor ask. Pulling away from Apollo, she turned about frowning, ready to tell Tor not to be such a buzz-kill, assuming that the draft was talking to Sierra, or Quilyan. Her brows knit together in confusion as she saw Tor blankly staring away from the group, clearly seeing something. Water! Phae's mind beckoned, and the palomino mentally reprimanded herself for not getting Tor to water sooner. As different emotions glided over her new friends face, Phae rushed to her side, raising her wing up and over the mare, to encourage her to follow. "Tor my love, I'm suddenly not feeling so well. Will you take me to find some water?" Phae hoped that by appealing to the nurturing healing side of Tor, by asking her for help, that would help to snap Tor's mind out of whatever had taken hold of it. She also didn't want to alert the draft to the fact she might be seeing things - she didn't need a terrified rampaging 17 hand mare on her hands.

"Common!" She called, tossing her head over her shoulder, motioning to the other three to follow. "Party's this way!"

I did my best, it wasn't much.
I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch
I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you.
And even though it all went wrong
I'll stand before the Lord of Song
With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah

The putrid taste of the mushroom remained in the back of his throat, causing the stallion to gag and cough on multiple occasions. Even when Phaedra delicately brushed her muzzle against his, a brief, barely-there touch that before would have sent him reeling with embarrassment, now only briefly stole his mind from the taste running rampant through his mouth. Ugh, never again would he devour one of those damned things…

Giving his head a rough shake, the Unicorn watched as Phaedra moved on, towards the painted draft mare who Phae called ‘Tor’. Briefly he wondered what they all looked like in the eyes of some estranged passer-by. Would they laugh? Or simply shake their head and continue on their way, eager to ignore the juvenile ways of their group? Either way, when Phaedra’s silvery voice rang out that she wanted water, Apollo started in fear.

Oh, Gods… Glowing mushrooms and water? The things he would do to impress others. Lifting his head just a little bit higher, anticipating the effects of the mushrooms to take hold at any moment, Apollo followed the group once they had ventured off in search of the water that Phaedra so desperately wanted. As he moved, his head began dropping lower and lower, muddled gaze drifting the ground, and then to his hooves. They looked strange, he realized, the ebony structures that bottomed out on his legs. Were they blurry, or smudged? Maybe he had stepped in something, like mud… Yes! Mud! Giving each leg a brutal shake to rid the offending mud from his limbs, Apollo huffed in annoyance when he realized that absolutely nothing had changed.

Lifting his head, he gazed around, eyeing the others with a look of confusion. They were all blurry, too, as if moving too fast in a world meant only for slow-motion. “You all look funny.” Apollo stated, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. His head tipped sideways, crystalline horn pointed askew, and abruptly he chuckled with a toss of his head. Looking up towards the skies, he watched the mare fly around, mouth gaping slightly in astonishment. “I wish I could fly…” The comment came out as petulant and childish, but the effects of the mushrooms caused the stag to no longer care.

[OOC: Sorry that this post is poor, and that I’ve been holding this thread up… *Shamed Sprow* Now, we can continue, and if I take forever again (which hopefully I wont!) feel free to skip me. :D]

I can never fight for myself, but, for others, I can kill."