Cigarettes and Booze (Trixie)(NSFWish)


                                            >You knew you were getting a different babysitter, but nothing could have prepared you for this

                                            >"Trixie can't believe she picked such a boring little human foal to take care of. Are you just going to do this all night?"

                                            >Sitting next to you on the couch was a bored-looking blue unicorn taking a long drag from a cigarette and nursing a bottle of no-name beer your parents usually kept in the fridge

                                            >"Uh, yeah. Probably."

                                            >You were knee-deep in your favorite game, a copy of The Elder Scrolls: Morrowind (GOTY edition of course) for the original Xbox

                                            >You had asked for Skyrim for Christmas, but your parents weren't the most well off and couldn't afford the luxury of getting you an Xbox 360

                                            >The load times were awful, but at least it gave you an excuse to glance awkwardly at your equine caretaker

                                            >She met your gaze with a mixture of disgust and amusement, if those two emotions could ever fuse together, and laughed

                                            >"How are you going to attract any of those human fillies if all you do is sit here and play video games like a loser? Don't you have any normal hobbies--like drinking?"

                                            >The unicorn, who you had learned much earlier was named Trixie, knocked back the rest of her beer and lazily levitated another one out from the kitchen

                                            >She cracked it open against the coffee table in front of you with a satisfying hiss and exchanged the smelly cigarette grasped between her lips with the bottle of brown liquid

                                            >"Not really. I just like games."

                                            >She rolled her eyes

                                            >Another thirty minutes, along with a few more beers, passed before she spoke again

                                            >"Hey, kid."

                                            >You had just finished completing another Morag Tong contract when you glanced over to the inebriated mare

                                            >She was oddly close to you now, the end of one light blue pigtail brushing against your shoulder

                                            >Her breath reeked of booze and tobacco, but you still grew a little embarrassed at the close proximity

                                            >"Uh... Yeah?"

                                            >"Have you ever..." she leaned in a little more, forcing you to scoot a little closer to the end of the couch, "kissed somepony?"

                                            >The question caught you off guard, and you accidentally lost your grip on the chunky Xbox controller

                                            >"N-not really."

                                            >You were barely fourteen, and girls had all but ignored you for most of your life

                                            >And you definitely hadn't ever kissed a PONY

                                            >The seconds crawled by as Trixie's hot breath tickled your neck, sending chills down your spine

                                            >Pony or not, Trixie was still a girl, and this was the closest you'd ever been to one that wasn't related to you

                                            >"Well, that figures, since you're such a pathetic little nerd. If Trixie didn't know any better, she'd say this is the closest you've ever been to a girl in your life. You should count yourself lucky that Trixie was so willing to foalsit for you on such short notice."

                                            >Trixie coughed into her hoof and dashed her cigarette out on the side of the couch with her magic

                                            >You wondered if your parents knew, or cared, that she was smoking inside

                                            >They'd probably be mad, but it wasn't your fault, so you didn't mind that much

                                            >You were about to reach for your controller when Trixie stopped you with a hoof, laying it gently but firmly against your hand

                                            >"You don't really want to keep playing that dorky little game, do you? You've got a beautiful mare right here, right beside you, and you'd rather pay attention to this?"

                                            >Trixie gestured to the TV, where the camera had begun to encircle your Argonian Nerevarine because you had been idle so long

                                            >Truth be told, you really did want to just keep playing, but you had a feeling that if you didn't indulge the mare, she wouldn't let you enjoy the game in peace anyway

                                            >Maybe if you just entertained her, she'd leave you be

                                            >You turned your attention over to her

                                            >She was staring at you, eyes hazy and lashes batting flirtatiously in your direction

                                            >Despite your age, you weren't completely oblivious to what she was doing

                                            >You just weren't sure what to do with that information

                                            >"Um... What do you want to do, Trixie?"

                                            >Trixie giggled, wobbling slightly as she scooted a little closer

                                            >She was sitting on her haunches, balancing unsteadily on the couch

                                            >Her purple hoodie hugged her feminine equine features loosely, giving you a glimpse of her chest and shoulders

                                            >If she had been a human girl, you could have seen her breasts this way

                                            >Did ponies have boobs?

                                            >"Have you ever tried one of these?"

                                            >Behind your head, Trixie levitated another cigarette over to the both of you

                                            >You couldn't tell what brand it was, but it probably didn't matter

                                            >You shook your head, much to Trixie's amusement

                                            >"Of course not. Trixie's in a sharing mood, though, so today's your lucky day."

                                            >With a flash of magic, Trixie lit the end of the cigarette and stuck it in her mouth, puffing slowly

                                            >She exhaled a plume of smoke in your face, which you tried not to breathe

                                            >"Here. Put it in your mouth and inhale slowly. If you can keep it in without coughing like a little colt, Trixie's going to show you something really Great and Powerful."

                                            >She shook her rump for emphasis and passed the cigarette to you with a wink

                                            >Didn't look like Trixie was going to take 'no' for an answer

                                            >You grasped the cigarette awkwardly and brought it up to your lips

                                            >How bad could smoking be?

                                            >You took a slow drag, following Trixie's instructions, and did your best to imitate the mare by holding the smoke in for a few seconds

                                            >It tickled and burned the back of your throat, and your chest felt like it was going to explode as you barely held back a strong, convulsive cough

                                            >Your eyes watered, but you managed to hold the smoke in your lungs for just long enough

                                            >"You're supposed to breathe it out, stupid."

                                            >With Trixie's apparent permission, you sputtered out the rest of the smoke, hacking and wheezing as you fought to breathe normally again

                                            >It was EASILY the worst thing you had ever done, and Trixie chuckled indifferently at your expense

                                            >"Trixie figured you wouldn't be able to do it, but lucky for you, Trixie is still feeling generous, so she'll humor you anyway."

                                            >Stuffing the cigarette back between her lips, she hopped off the couch, wavering drunkenly before catching herself

                                            >You were still trying to catch your breath, but Trixie's magic took hold of your shirt collar and she nearly dragged you off the couch and into the kitchen

                                            >Before you could ask where she was going or what she was doing, Trixie roughly pushed you against the wall

                                            >Although she was technically shorter than you, her equine strength easily overpowered any resistance you could have mustered

                                            >"So, you've never kissed a girl? Or mare? Ever?"

                                            >You shook your head nervously

                                            >Trixie grinned, levitating the cigarette out of her mouth after blowing another cloud of choking smoke in your face

                                            >"...Do you want to?"

                                            >Your head was spinning from the secondhand smoke, but you could still weigh your options

                                            >She WAS kind of pretty, at least for a pony, and you had always been curious about what it would be like to kiss a girl

                                            >It wasn't exactly something you could brag to your friends at school about, but maybe that was okay

                                            >You also probably couldn't tell your parents without encountering some weird legal shenanigans, you figured, but it's not like they needed to know

                                            >They'd probably be too busy seething over the spilled beer and cigarette smoke that had decimated their living room to care anyway

                                            >"Uh. Sure?"

                                            >Before the words had left your mouth, Trixie practically collapsed against you

                                            >Her lips mashed with yours with drunken sloppiness, the stale taste of cigarettes and booze mixing in your mouth to provide a strange mix of disgust and erotic foreignness you had never experienced

                                            >Her tongue pushed past your lips and into your mouth, wrestling with your own as you desperately fought to keep up with the mare

                                            >It was your first kiss, after all, and you hadn't expected it would go like this

                                            >You weren't sure what to do with your hands, so you let them slip around Trixie's barrel and stroke her velvety fur

                                            >The mare moaned against you, kissing you with even more intensity

                                            >You hadn't thought to close your eyes like she had, so you noticed that her light blue tail had slowly risen and trailed to the side, draped lazily against her hind leg

                                            >After more kissing and sucking and licking until the both of you were out of air, Trixie pulled away, panting

                                            >You hadn't fared much better, left to catch your breath and try your best to ignore the sudden tightness in your shorts

                                            >"N-not bad for a video game-addicted loser. Trixie thinks you may not be... hopeless after all."

                                            >You just nodded, unable to formulate any coherent thoughts or words after the experience

                                            >She giggled again, and you traced her stare down to your crotch

                                            >You stretched a hand down to cover your shame, but Trixie pinned the hand back to the wall with her magic

                                            >She stood over you, forehooves planted against the wall and chest heaving, and licked her lips

                                            >"Now you know how adults kiss, Anon..."

                                            >She trailed off, tail swishing and ears splayed back casually as she pressed her snout into your chest and inhaled your scent

                                            >She looked up at you with lustful, hungry eyes

                                            >"Do you want to know what else adults do, Anon?"

                                            >Nervously, you nodded

                                            >Trixie suddenly released you, falling back down on all fours and trotting off in the direction of your parents bedroom

                                            >How she knew where it was, you had no idea

                                            >As your eyes followed her, you naturally looked down to what had been hidden to you earlier, under her tail

                                            >And what you saw changed your life forever