Baby New Year scrambled up the bar stool as best shi could, almost falling off twice. When shi finally managed to mount the stool, shi came face to face with an annoyed looking equine bartender. "Something tells me you ain't 18", the clydesdale said, his paws supporting his burly form as he leaned over the bar to glare at the little golden retriever.			"Now, now, Clyde. Don't cha know whom yer looking down yer snout at?", said a rather short stout on the bar stool next to hir, a thin tobacco pipe resting on his lips. Clyde turned to face the stout, his expression relaxing, "No Patty, can't say I do. How 'bout you enlighten me?". The stout pulled the pipe fron his lips and stroked his red beard with his other paw, "Well, boyo, this here little pup is Baby New Year!".					The horse glanced at the pup for a moment, the pup waved nervously at him, then looked back at Patty, "I thought Baby New Year was a kitten". "Aye, boyo, shi was", Patty replaced the pipe in his mouth and proceeded to straighten his green suit jacket, "Last year, anyway. This year, shi's a pup".										Clyde's eyes bounced back and forth between the two, still unsure that the diapered pup was really a holiday spirit. He focused his eyes on the pup, "So, you're Baby New Year, huh?". The pup nodded, grinning. Clyde's expression remained suspicious, "Prove it". The pup looked confused for a moment, unsure what to do.						Suddenly shi perked up, a smile spread wide across hir face, "Oh! Oh! I know! I know!". Clyde rolled his eys, "Well?". The pup calmed hirself, a little embarrased by hir own outburst, "Last year. I, er well... The past me, shi was here. And you got drunk with hir. And you asked hir to spank you and call Miss Pretty Pon-".							"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Okay , okay! I believe you! Just shush!", Clyde said, panic in his eyes as he looked out at all his regulars who were listening intently to the conversation. There was a moment of silence, before the room erupted in laughter. "Godammit! I'm never gonna hear the end of this now", Clyde said, holding the sides of his head.				The pup tapped Clyde's elbow sheepishly, "I'm sorry, Mister Clyde". The horse took a deep breath, "Forget about it, kid. My own fault for doubting Patty". "Aye, that it is, Miss Pretty Pony", said the stout, chuckling to himself. Clyde did his best to ignore the stout, "Anyway, can I get you a drink, kid?". The pup raised hir paw, extending hir index finger, "An Irish whiskey, please".											Clyde eyed the pup for a moment, before stepping away from the bar. He grabbed a bottle from the shelf behind him along with two shot glasses and sat them on the counter in front of the pup. "As I recall, you had a, er...", Clyde said, briefly glancing at Patty, "Stout... last year. Ya sure you're ready to step up to the hard stuff?". Hir only response was to pour hirself a shot. Shi set the bottle down, grabbed the glass, and downed it in one go.			"Aaah!", the pup breathed, slamming the glass back on the counter. Clyde raised an eyebrow, impressed, as shi proceeded to pour another. "That's the way, pup! Show the pretty pony ya got some hair on yer chest!", Patty cheered as shi knocked back the glass. She slammed the second glass down and smiled up at Clyde, hir eyes a little out of focus.			"Drunk already, New Year?", Clyde chuckled, as the pup belched and started blinking rapidly. Patty sat his pipe on the counter and lifted his mug of beer to his lips, "Well what was ya expecting, boyo? Shi weighs less'n a sack of potatoes, now". Clyde suddenly reached across the bar, holding onto the pup, who nearly toppled off hir stool, "Easy there, pup, I gotcha".												Baby New Year looked up at him with half-lidded eyes, smiling, "Y-you sssaved me. 'HIC' My hehero!". The pup lunged forward, almost falling again, and planted hir lips on the horses, hir diaper falling off hir hips in the process. Clyde froze as shi very sloppily tried to make out with him, aware of his customers eyes watching to see what he'd do to the drunk infant.												The pup pulled back, looking at him worriedly, "Wassa matter, Mr. Horsie? Don't you wanna has sex with me like last year?". Clyde's eyes narrowed. Last year had been a private get together, just him, Patty, and Baby New Year. But now he was in his bar, in front of all his customers. People he would have to see the next day. How could he...				"Go for it, man"."YEAH!!! Plow that pup, Clyde!". "Ya lucky bastard!". His customers were... cheering for him. They were okay with this? He wouldn't become a social pariah? Well, shit! Clyde lifted the pup into his arms and jammed his tongue down hir throat, tasting Irish whiskey all the way. A cheer erupted from the bar patrons.					Clyde laid Baby New Year on the bar, hir legs dangling over his side, and began kissing his way down hir body. He nuzzled hir chin, she nuzzled back. He gently nibble one nipple, then the other, illiciting coos from hir. He tickled hir sides as he kissed his way down hir tummy. Until finally arriving at hir waist.								Clyde sniffed at hir rising cocklet, before giving it a gentle lick. The pup moaned softly, hir head swimming in whiskey. Shi reached out and took Patty's paw as Clyde took hir whole length in his maw, sucking gently. Patty felt hir grip tighten as he used his free hand to start to undo his pants.											Clyde pulled off the pup, ignoring hir whining, and gave one last lick, this time all the way from hir tail to hir cocklet. Patty felt a shiver through hir grip as he stepped onto the countertop, his belt in his hand. Clyde glnaced at him, sniling, before dropping his own pants, revealing not one, but two horse cocks, one on top of the other.					Baby New Year's eyes went wide at the sight of them, hir arms desperately reaching for them. "Well, boyo? Ya gonna just stand there and make us all feel inferior, or are ya gonna show us ya know how to use 'em?", Patty said as his own modest length flopped around. Clyde smirked at Patty, and pressed his rods against the pup's entrances.				Patty narrowed his eyes as Clyde inched his lengths into the excited pup, "C'mon now, boyo! Shi took ya last year, shi can handle ya this year. GET IN THEIR!". Patty swung his belt with all his might at the clydesdale's rump. SMACK!!! The sound echoed through the tavern as Clyde whinied in shock more than pain, and slammed forward, half his generous length sinking into the pup in a single thrust.								"Dammit, Patty!", Clyde yelled as he looked down at the delirious pup, "What if that had hurt hir?". Patty just smiled as he cocked back the belt again, "Shi had a whole groundhog up there just a last month, boyo! You're gonna have to do way more than that to hurt hir". SMACK!!! Clyde winced as he once more involuntarily thrusted forward, the outline in the pup's body showing he was up to hir heart.								Clyde looked really concerned, "P-patty! I'm in hir chest cavity! That can't be-". SMACK!!! Clyde was plunged deeper, his heads bulging out hir neck. "Sonova!", Clyde said, his ass burning slightly. He looked down at Baby New Year, "Y-you okay there, pup?". The pup's eyes were rolled back, drool coming out of hir mouth. Clyde nearly pulled out right then, but then hir paw raised. Thumbs up.								"See? Now finish the job, lad!", Patty said as he cocked back the belt again. SMACK!!! "Yeeeaarrrgh!", Clyde screamed as he slammed forward, this time withot restraint. His hips met the pups, causing another cheer from the bar patrons. The horse looked down to see his cock heads erupted from the pup's maw, over a foot just hanging in the air off the far side of the counter. A heavily muffled scream came from the pup as shi sprayed hir seed all over Clyde's chest.												Clyde couldn't believe it. This wasn't the first time he'd gotten his entire lengths inside someone, but it was defintely the first time he'd gone all the way through! And the tightness! He panted hard, looking down at the heads of his cocks as they drooled pre all over the floor. "N-now what, Patty?".									"Now, I hold hir down while you strut yer stuff, boyo!", the stout said as he straddled Baby New Year. He faced Clyde and lowered himself on the pup's still rock hard length. "Oh, uh okay", Clyde said, as he felt Patty's weight settle on his rods through the pup. "Well? Get going!", Patty said as he swung the belt, the leather catching a bit of Clydes side as it made its way around to lash at his rump.									KER-SMACK!!! Clyde's rods rose up, taking the pup and stout with them, as he reacted to contact with the belt. Clyde shuddered as he slowly lowered his rods back to the countertop. "Alright, if that's the way you want it", He said as he grabbed hold of the pup's hips and yanked his own hips back, pulling almost a foot of rod out of hir cunny and tailhole. The heads of his cocks resting just outside the pup's lips.					KER-SMACK!!! Clyde whinnied loudy as he slammed back in, having to placed a paw on Patty's shoulder to avoid bucking him off. The feeling was too much for Baby New Year, who began spraying hir seed into Patty. In turn, the stout gave Clyde's ass one last 'SMACK' before cumming all over the horse's abs.								"YEEEOOOOHHHHHHH!!!", Clyde hollered as the pain on his rump mixed with the pleasure around his cocks. His eyes clenched tight as his cock heads unleashed a torrent of horse spunk, drenching his patrons. The furs in question sat there startled for a moment, before cheering with all their might.									Clyde stood back and leaned against the back wall, the pup and stout still on his cocks. He looked down and kissed Patty on the forehead, "Thanks, Patty. I REALLY needed that". Patty relaxed against the abs he just painted, a little annoyed he had gotten his favorite green jacket messy, "Aye, boyo, so did I".							"Uff muf muff mu muffuf, muffu", Baby New Year said as best shicould. Clyde grabbed hir hips and eased hir off his cocks til hir airways were clear, leaving a still sizable lump in hir torso, "What was that pup?". The golden retriever pup coughed for a moment, "I said: And now you have my blessing, Patty. Happy St. Patrick's Day".					Patty had Clyde set him back on the bar, "Well thank you, Baby New Year. And what a, messy, blessing it is". The stout grabbed a stack of napkins of the counter and began wiping off his jacket. Clyde turned his attention to his customers, "You fellas alright?". The cum-coated patrons raised their glasses, also cum-coated, and cheereed.