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