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>"Care ta join me for a wee nip?"
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>Just ignore her
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>You're just...
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>Early
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>That's all
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>You weren't stood up
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>Even if it has been well over an hour
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>The inside of the bar is near empty, except for a few regulars
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>Berry Punch being one of the most regular regulars
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>She's such a regular no one complains when she just sits outside and runs her mouth
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>"Don't act like ya aren't lookin'!"
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>Berry jostles her front hoof, shaking her fifth bottle of Whinness stout
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>The bottle, in turn, shakes her cock
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>Whenever she gets drunk she turns shameless
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>And you have never seen her sober
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>"Come on, I see you here all the time. Don't you want a little?"
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>Fuck it
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"Sure. Why not, I could use a drink."
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>You ignore how this might affect your social standing and sit near to the sloshed flare mare
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"You actually willing to share a drink?"
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>"Of course, lad! Now pick your poison and take a taste~!"
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>You don't know what she was expecting but you take the bottle and chug it
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>Stouts usually hit you pretty hard on an empty stomach but who cares
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"That's not bad stuff."
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>"Don't go hoggin' it all! Save some for the fishes."
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"Fish sticks shit bricks."
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>The rest of the bottle goes
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>The second bottle goes
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>"Don't stay out too long, Berry Punch. It's supposed to be cold tonight."
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>The barkeep gives her a casual warning before locking the door and going off
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>He didn't seem to even pay any mind to you joining her
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"And then... fuckin' mare. I don't dress fancy enough. I don't have a big family business goin' on. I ain't-"
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>You take a quick chug from your third bottle
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>You have no clue where she's getting her supply from but you're jealous
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>You can hold liquor but this stuff has weight
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"I ain't even got a job! Y'know what I've been doin'?"
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>"Tell me, lad."
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>She hiccups and shivers from her latest gulp from her own bottle
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>She's as hard as possible
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>You're both surrounded by a shameful collection of mostly-empty bottles
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"Picking up trash an' pickin' flowers! I'm a freaking public servant. Not even a janitor, they get paid. I mean, I get paid too, but barely anything at all!"
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>Your head feels like it could roll off of your shoulders
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>You struggle to maintain a solid sitting position
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>"Y'know what would make you feel a looooooot better?"
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"Eh?"
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>You snort after inhaling
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>"Y'should buff my bottle. Make it shine and I'll give ya a special drink."
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"Bullshit."
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>You scoff
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"Bull... shit. You're a straight up liar, ain't you."
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>You don't believe her for a second that her words are anything but a lazy come-on
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>With that struggling to find purchase in your mind...
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>When...
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>When did you decide you were taking her up on her offer?
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>You can feel her stubby flare pulsating in your mouth
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>"Ooooahh... your mouth's a volcano is so hot..."
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>She sounds amazed
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>You jerk your head back and forth, aggressively servicing the drunkard
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>She even tastes like some flavor of alcohol
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>She's probably spilled it on her
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>Her preputial ring keeps meeting your lips
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>Her head rolls back, a long moan flowing from her lips
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>She's close
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>Her hind legs keep shaking
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>There's no way she can have stamina when she's so deep in the bottle
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>You feel a hoof rest on the back of your head
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>"Cooooooooomin'.... ouuuuuuuahhhhhhh..."
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>Rather than groan or grunt or scream, Berry Punch simply lays back when she orgasms
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>Her bottle erupts, ropes of equine Irish Cream pumping out
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>Unable to fight her when inebriated, you half-lay in place and let her keep pumping
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>Out of some profane reflex your free hand goes to her sack
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>You gently squeeze to help promote that her body go all out
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>You snort and lose your tempo
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>A sudden spray of cream shoots out of your nostrils
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>She finishes after what feels like multiple minutes
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>The cream that escaped through your mouth and nose has formed a wide puddle that has already matted her pink belly and hind legs off-white
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>You look up at the alcoholic to see her condition
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>...
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>She's out like a light
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>Still erect, but maybe at half-mast and still leaking cream
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>...
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>You kinda want to take her home
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>But you're far too full and out of your own head to the point even standing up is too much
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>...
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>Fuck it
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>With your face having been turned into an obscene mess that directly matches the mess on her crotch, you scoot next to her and wrap an arm around her body
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>You aren't going anywhere
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>Maybe you can kinda keep her warmer too
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