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>"Care ta join me for a wee nip?"
>Just ignore her
>You're just...
>Early
>That's all
>You weren't stood up
>Even if it has been well over an hour
>The inside of the bar is near empty, except for a few regulars
>Berry Punch being one of the most regular regulars
>She's such a regular no one complains when she just sits outside and runs her mouth
>"Don't act like ya aren't lookin'!"
>Berry jostles her front hoof, shaking her fifth bottle of Whinness stout
>The bottle, in turn, shakes her cock
>Whenever she gets drunk she turns shameless
>And you have never seen her sober
>"Come on, I see you here all the time. Don't you want a little?"
>Fuck it
"Sure. Why not, I could use a drink."
>You ignore how this might affect your social standing and sit near to the sloshed flare mare
"You actually willing to share a drink?"
>"Of course, lad! Now pick your poison and take a taste~!"
>You don't know what she was expecting but you take the bottle and chug it
>Stouts usually hit you pretty hard on an empty stomach but who cares
"That's not bad stuff."
>"Don't go hoggin' it all! Save some for the fishes."
"Fish sticks shit bricks."
>The rest of the bottle goes
>The second bottle goes
>"Don't stay out too long, Berry Punch. It's supposed to be cold tonight."
>The barkeep gives her a casual warning before locking the door and going off
>He didn't seem to even pay any mind to you joining her
"And then... fuckin' mare. I don't dress fancy enough. I don't have a big family business goin' on. I ain't-"
>You take a quick chug from your third bottle
>You have no clue where she's getting her supply from but you're jealous
>You can hold liquor but this stuff has weight
"I ain't even got a job! Y'know what I've been doin'?"
>"Tell me, lad."
>She hiccups and shivers from her latest gulp from her own bottle
>She's as hard as possible
>You're both surrounded by a shameful collection of mostly-empty bottles
"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!"
>Your head feels like it could roll off of your shoulders
>You struggle to maintain a solid sitting position
>"Y'know what would make you feel a looooooot better?"
"Eh?"
>You snort after inhaling
>"Y'should buff my bottle. Make it shine and I'll give ya a special drink."
"Bullshit."
>You scoff
"Bull... shit. You're a straight up liar, ain't you."
>You don't believe her for a second that her words are anything but a lazy come-on
>With that struggling to find purchase in your mind...
>When...
>When did you decide you were taking her up on her offer?
>You can feel her stubby flare pulsating in your mouth
>"Ooooahh... your mouth's a volcano is so hot..."
>She sounds amazed

>You jerk your head back and forth, aggressively servicing the drunkard
>She even tastes like some flavor of alcohol
>She's probably spilled it on her
>Her preputial ring keeps meeting your lips
>Her head rolls back, a long moan flowing from her lips
>She's close
>Her hind legs keep shaking
>There's no way she can have stamina when she's so deep in the bottle
>You feel a hoof rest on the back of your head
>"Cooooooooomin'.... ouuuuuuuahhhhhhh..."
>Rather than groan or grunt or scream, Berry Punch simply lays back when she orgasms
>Her bottle erupts, ropes of equine Irish Cream pumping out
>Unable to fight her when inebriated, you half-lay in place and let her keep pumping
>Out of some profane reflex your free hand goes to her sack
>You gently squeeze to help promote that her body go all out
>You snort and lose your tempo
>A sudden spray of cream shoots out of your nostrils
>She finishes after what feels like multiple minutes
>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
>You look up at the alcoholic to see her condition
>...
>She's out like a light
>Still erect, but maybe at half-mast and still leaking cream
>...
>You kinda want to take her home
>But you're far too full and out of your own head to the point even standing up is too much
>...
>Fuck it
>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
>You aren't going anywhere
>Maybe you can kinda keep her warmer too