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“Hey, HEY! Can you spare a few bits man?”
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>”Get bucked!”
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>You are Anon, and you REALLY need a drink.
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>Really, really badly.
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>You’ve got the shakes and everything.
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>These fucking ponies won’t give you any bits though, they seem to have given up on that.
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>Probably because you'd just spend them all at the pub.
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>You scope out the surroundings for anyone who might actually be dumb enough to fill you with alcohol.
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>Wait a second...
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>Is that Berry?
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“Berry? BERRY!”
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“Hey, can you spare a few bits or something? I’ll do anything.”
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>You really do need that drink.
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>”Aw come on man, you still owe me from last time!”
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>Playing hardball, eh?
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“Well hey, how can I repay you. Really, I’ll do anything!”
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>You swear you see her smirk as the word "anything" leaves your mouth
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>”Anything, eh?”
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>”Well, how about you help me out with a little problem I’ve been having recently?”
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“YEAH! SURE!”
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>..Wait, what did I just agree to
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“Uh, what problem would that be exactly?”
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>”Hmm, well. I’ve just been feeling so lonely lately. I could use a big, strong stallion to keep me company for tonight.”
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>She uses her forehoof to motion towards her hindquarters.
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>She gives it a quick rub, while giving off a sultry moan.
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“Oh right, so uh, I could do that.”
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“I can last much longer than any stallion you know!”
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>God you sound desperate for some sex right about now.
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>You're a surprisingly good actor when you're sober.
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>Or so you think.
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>It’s not the sex you want, it’s a damn drink, and if you have to shag a pony to get it BY GOD WILL YOU SHAG A PONY!
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>”Well, how about we head back to my place, and see what we can figure out, hmm?”
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>God damnit Berry I need that drink NOW!
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“Alright then, fine by me.”
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>You stand up, towering above the plum coloured pony known as Berry Punch.
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>How these ponies weren’t afraid of you, you weren’t sure.
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>You were like twice their size and probably like 3 times their weight.
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>You follow Berry down the street to her house, and enter after her.
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>Walking down the street, you can barely contain yourself.
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>Your teeth have started chattering.
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>FINALLY! Someone willing to give you a few bits!
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>Giddy with excitement, you almost slam the door shut.
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>You turn back towards her.
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“So, uh. Should we just, you know, right now?”
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>Well you may be about to have sex with a pony but at least you won’t have to sleep outside tonight.
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>Sleeping outside is awful, it’s cold and wet out there, even with the pegasi controlling the weather.
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>”Just give me a second to get freshened up.”
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>Why, she’s just going to be a sopping wet wreck afterwards anyway.
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>Surely it’d make more sense to ‘freshen up’ after the act.
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>She disappears into what you can only assume is her En-Suite bathroom.
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>You take the time to take your t-shirt off, and throw it in a crumpled heap in the corner, and you kick your shoes off.
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>You stand around tapping your foot and drumming your fingers against the wall for a couple minutes.
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>God damn, you can’t wait to have that sweet ambrosia known as AppleJack Daniels pouring down your gullet.
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>Eventually Berry comes out of that room again with a small burlap sack, and a bottle of some unidentifiable liquid.
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>What is that.
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>She rotates it excruciatingly slowly.
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>FUCKING TURN IT AROUND ALREADY!
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>Is that...?
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>Looks like some of Berry’s homebrewed wine.
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>WHAT THE FUCK DOES SHE HAVE PLANNED?
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>Must be something else to be using the best stuff in all of Equestria.
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>”So, you really need a drink eh?”
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>NO, I JUST FUCKIN’ FOLLOWED YOU HERE FOR NO REASON!
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>”I’m guessing you know what this stuff is.”
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>She uncorks the bottle.
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>Very slowly.
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>REALLY. VERY. FUCKING. SLOWLY
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>*POP*
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>The cork goes flying off into a corner.
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>She grasps the bottle tight.
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>She lifts it above her head.
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>SHE FUCKING UPENDS IT OVER HER HEAD!
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>She’s pouring it all over herself.
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>What in the fuck is going on.
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>You sure are “fuck”ing a lot.
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>She’s poured the whole damn bottle over herself.
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>"So you wanted something to drink?"
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>OH GOD YES
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>”Well, get licking!”
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>You what.
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>Oh no, no way.
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>...
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>Fucking god damnit.
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>You don’t have much choice.
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>You are not going to enjoy this, but you need a drink and this is your last chance at getting one.
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>You try to concentrate on the wine as you start licking...
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>It isn’t working.
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>You can taste the sweaty fur and wine.
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>Tastes like really strong vinegar.
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>It’s pretty disgusting.
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>Eventually you manage to lick it all up.
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>You didn’t even get a slight buzz.
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>”Mmm, you know, you aren’t half bad at licking me.”
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>”Well, since you did SUCH a good job cleaning me up, I think you deserve a reward!”
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>Oh god yes, just what you’ve been waiting for.
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>"AH! But first, maybe you could move that tongue a little bit south, hmm?”"
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>Damnit Berry. You really need that drink now, to take the taste of fur and sweat out of your mouth.
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>Fine then, you’re going to make this mare scream your name out into the heavens themselves.
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>You slowly drag your tongue from the base of her mane to the top of her tail.
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>”LOWER!”
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>You drag your tongue around her tail, sliding across her pucker.
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>Your tongue slips across her slit, eliciting a moan from her.
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>”Hey, I didn't say stop. You want that drink right?”
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>She knows exactly what you want.
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>Curse this mare.
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>Your tongue dances around her slit for a while, as she pulls out another bottle, from where you do not know.
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>Guess she took more than one.
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>She looks towards you, before suddenly rolling over onto her back.
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>”You want more? You have to beg like a dog.”
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>Holy fuck, this mare is crazy.
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>But still, alcohol right?
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>You don’t really have much choice here, every other pony has given up on you.
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>You get on your knees, and bend your arms like a dog begging for something.
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>You start to make whining noises.
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>Just as well you spent that time imitating your dog as a child.
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>God this is humiliating.
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>At least you’ll get some alcohol out of this.
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>That’s the only reason you’re doing this, right?
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>”Oooh, such a good boy!”
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>Oh dear god, if you have any compassion just strike me down right now.
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>”Such good behaviour deserves a reward!”
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>Your eyes light up as she pops the cork on the bottle of ambrosia.
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>She slowly moves the bottle towards you.
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>Then she starts pouring it over her slit.
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>”Don’t spill a drop now! I’d hate to have to wash my sheets.”
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>You start lapping up the wine, taking great care to get it all.
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>It keeps pouring onto her opening.
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>”Mmmm.”
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>She’s really enjoying this it seems.
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>She’d better give you some good bits for this.
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>Confirming your suspicion she gives you a wink.
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>Not with her eye.
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>Ugh. These ponies drive you to drink.
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>The wine stops flowing, and you hear a crash.
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>Looking up in confusion, you see the empty bottle lying across the room.
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>”Hey, you want those bits?”
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“Y-yeah! Of course!”
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>”Then get the BUCK back to work down there!”
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>Grumbling, you return to what you were doing, but without the delicious wine to ease your suffering.
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>”What was that?”
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“Fu- nothing Berry.”
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>”That’s what I thought.”
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>It doesn’t take long for her to near her peak, releasing a loud moan.
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>You think she also tried to say something about drinking her “special” reserve.
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>Better not risk it, you really need more than a single bottle of wine.
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>Holding your breath in a desperate attempt to reduce the taste as much as possible, you clamp down on her with your mouth as she cums.
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>Hey, this doesn’t actually taste all that bad.
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>It tastes like her wine.
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>Is THIS what her “secret ingredient” is?
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>She turns to you, and gives you a tired smile.
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>”Aaah, thanks. I really needed that.”
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>”Take those off.”
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>She motions towards your pants with her forehoof.
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>You fumble with the belt, and then let your pants drop to the floor.
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>”Get on the bed.”
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>You step forward and trip on your pants that were still around your ankles.
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>You land face down on the bed, the only thing hurting is your pride.
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>She rolls you over, before climbing on top.
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>Her mane is a frazzled mess, from the combination of wine and sweat.
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>She looks down at you, before planting a deep kiss on your lips.
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>She breaks the kiss just as quickly as she started, dragging her mane across your face.
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>”I do taste good, don’t I?”
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>She smiles down at you.
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“Just like your wine.”
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>She moves her mouth down towards your neck, and starts nipping and kissing it.
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>It’s more than enough to give you a rock hard erection.
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>Running your hand through her mulberry mane, then down her body onto her flank, you give it a squeeze.
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>She can feel your excitement rubbing against her stomach.
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>”Someone’s eager.”
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>Oh shut up and fuck me already, I need that drink.
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“Well can you blame me?”
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>”No I suppose I can’t.”
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>She goes back to kissing your neck, while rubbing your chest with a hoof.
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>She keeps moaning loudly.
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>You can’t take it anymore.
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>Just as you are about to grab her, and take her right there, she rolls out of your grasp and off the bed.
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>She lands on all 4 hooves, with a soft bump, bending her knees slightly.
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>It was actually kinda impressive.
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“Hey wait, what? I thought we were going to fuck?”
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>”Hah, I got what I wanted, take your bits and get out.”
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>She turns and walks into her en-suite bathroom.
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>You hear the tell tale pitter-patter of the shower running.
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>You hear her shout over the noise.
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>”YOU’D BETTER BE GONE BY THE TIME I FINISH THIS SHOWER! BITS ARE IN THAT SACK!”
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>Well shit, you just got used as a cheap fucktoy.
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>Now you feel awful, and somewhat violated, not to mention blueballed really hard.
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>You pick up your pants, and put them back on, boner sticking out the zipper.
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>You look down at is and sigh.
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“Maybe next time, eh old friend?”
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>You push it in through the zipper and zip up.
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>It’s kinda awkward walking around like this, but you manage to stumble to your tatty shoes, and put them on.
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>Then you put on your t-shirt, and pick up the sack.
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>Sighing again, you walk outside, hearing the door click behind you.
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>You stroll into the centre of town, to that big fountain, and sit down on the bench.
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>No one’s about, that’s not really unusual considering it is pretty late though.
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>You open up the sack, and tip the gleaming, golden coins into your lap.
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>You count them out.
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>You are EXACTLY one bit short for a big bottle of rotgut.
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>That damn mare.
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>You aren’t sure what you feel worse about, the fact you were used like that, as nothing more than a fucktoy, or that you don’t even have enough bits to get properly drunk.
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>Another night of depressing semi-sobriety awaits you.
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>You can feel a white hot surge of rage flowing from your head to your toes.
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>Your spine is tingling now.
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>Well there’s nothing left to do, but lift your head towards the heavens and scream.
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“BEEEEEEERRYYYYYYY!”
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>You swear you heard her laughing as you sit back down.
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