[X] 04 Late night stories aftermath

>You wake up.

>You wish you didn't, your head feels ready to split open like an overripe melon, ouch.

>Not to mention your sore crotch.

>How much did you drink last...with...uhmm, wait a second...

>You move a little.

>Something is in your arms, you can feel the short velvety fur between your fingers and a constant breathing against your chest.

>And something else...something down south...you move your hip a-

>Fuck.

>Literally.

>You...

>Your eyes shoot open, what they see is sheer horror. Applejack is nestling in your embrace peacefully, you don't dare to move because your limp dick is inside her as deep as it gets. So deep that the only way to get in there was not to be limp...

>The smell of her alcoholic brew overlays everything else, good.

>Maybe you can push this into the 'drunken mistakes' corner, yes! That's it, you can't really remember anything anyway, why are you here again?

>Suddenly her pussy clamps down hard, now it's so tight you cannot understand how your dick got in there in the first place.

>Two big green eyes are looking at you dreamily, her forelegs close around your neck and she pulls herself even closer to you to plant a small peck on the corner of your mouth.

>”That was...” she makes a little pause to take a deep and relaxed breath, then continues to whisper into your ear “...the best night ah have ever had.”

“R-Really? What did we do again?”

>Oh please oh please oh please not sex!

>The tan mare wiggles out of your hold and straddles you, now much more energetic than just a few moments ago she tells you “Well, yer made me scream a couple o'times, then ah made yer scream, then we screamed together some more. Ah figure we'll know soon if y'all humans can get us pony folks pregnant, he he.”

>Ohohohoho, you are so fucked.

>The barn gate slams open before you can voice your thoughts of concern, the sudden loud noise rustles the shit out of your jimmies.

>Against the dazzling sunlight you can make out two silhouettes approaching you. One scrawny and one big and burly.

>”Applejack!?” an old doddery voice asks stern.

>The mentioned mare immediately hugs you demonstratively and yells “No! Yer ain't understandin'! Me'n-”

>”Spare o'me, ah could hear las' night what yer were up to with the human fella. And ah'm thinkin' that the rest of Ponyville did so too!”

>Applejack's face reddens, you are not sure if you should try to defuse the situation, then again you would probably turn everything even worse.

>You also need to talk to AJ, this wasn't right...but maybe not exactly now, her brother is big, strong and you don't want to find out now exactly how protective he is of his little sister.

>”We're gonna talk about this later missy, but yer better get up now, apples ain't gonna buck 'emselves! Yer've been sleepin' all mornin'.”

>Applejack and you get up hastily, she plants a final kiss on your cheek and leaves with the words “See ya later, stud.”

>This is going to give you problems, you can tell...

>Oh god, you're still drunk.

>Before you start vomiting all over the barn you grab your belongings, which pretty much consist of only your bathrobe, and attempt to offer Granny Smith your help in whatever you could be helpful with.

>You call this 'damage control'.

“Granny Smith, maybe I c-”

>The old mare stares daggers at you “That's Mrs. Smith fer ya, and get out o' here before ah ferget mahself yer drunken good-fer-nothin'!”

>Under her evil glare and the judging eyes of Big McIntosh you get kicked out of Sweet Apple Acres.

>You can't help but feel a mixture of satisfaction and humiliation on your way home, a weird mix but it could be much worse.

>When you arrive your door stands open wide and you can see the mess inside from afar, a racoon spots you approaching and bails out of your house. Still you can't bring yourself to get real angry with that griffon since she got you waaaaaaait!

>This is wrong!

>You just had sex with a small talking horse goddammit! You should be boiling with anger, so why aren't you?

>Hmpfh, whatever.

>Shit, your house is a fucking disaster.

>The door of the fridge still stands open, not that it matter anymore, there isn't a single thing left inside.

>How can a single living being eat THIS MUCH?!

>What didn't got eaten was discarded in a manner that would make an olympic long thrower envious, at least that is what stands written on the walls in yoghurt.

>And your bed, she certainly didn't make an effort keep her claws away from your pillows too.

>Griffon feathers, griffon feathers everywhere in your bed, Gilda must be bald now...

>And the smell...a penetrative musk fills the house, what in the fucking shit hell did she do in here?! This smell is awful!

>Did she shit on your carpet?

>Well, shit.

>Who's gonna clean this shit?!

>You!

>FuuuuuuuuuuuCK!

 

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>Later that day at the market.

>You realized you now have a huge problem.

>You restocked your food reserves not long ago, which now leaves a huge gap in your finances because you have to buy all that shit again!

>You used math.

>And it didn't work out...the numbers you mean.

>You don't have to pay rent, but you also don't get a lot of money.

>It was only barely enough...until now.

>Now it isn't enough.

>Shit, Gilda will pay for this, literally!

>She can't just rob you of your food.

>But you keep that for later, for now you have to buy some eatings, you're starving.

>These p0nies really have everything you could imagine, there is even an exotic merchant who offers tofu.

>Way too expensive.

>During one of your 'why is this shit so expensive' moments you look up in anger.

>There is a griffon flying above you.

“DAMN YOU!”

>You pump your fist into the sky.

>You swear you hear her laugh.

>After you've collected some basic food you make your way home, you'll be damn hungry for the rest of the month...

>Eventually you pass Sugarcube Corner.

>You know, you can just as well stop and see how angry Pinkie Pie actually is, you didn't show up to your Welcome Party, your Post-Welcome Party, Housewarming Party even though it happened at your place, countless Birthday Parties for p0nies you never even met before, a Costume Party, two Surprise Parties, a Find-Your-Special-Somep0ny Party, thank the heavens you didn't show up to that one, from what you heard EVERYONE there got laid, even that one diamond dog...

>Anyway, you open the door, the doorbell announces your intrusion.

>The smell of sugary treats is overwhelming, it would be sickening if not so damn delicious.

>It seems you picked a bad time for some serious Pinkie talk, the Cutie Mark Crusaders and Rarity are here.

>The CMC are oogling the confections while the pink one talks with the fancy one over the counter.

>Then her eyes fall upon you, Pinkie's eyes narrow to mere slits and she makes a dramatic grimace “The. Party. Pooper. Is. Here.” she says that like you killed her entire family while making her watch.

“Oh, eh, Pinkie, guess you're busy. I'll come back later, maybe. He he.”

>You pokerface and turn around, two Pie pink forehooves close around your waist from behind and pull you back inside.

>The madmare jumps on your shoulders and leans over your head, now face to face upside-down she smiles “I still haven't given up on you, silly. I am 148.302 parties short of that!”

“Oh, uhm. That's...nice I guess...”

>The most happy and cheerful being you've ever met actually manages to scare the shit out of you, whenever she does her weird logic defying stuff you just want to die.

>You really want to make her stop, but you can't simply change how she is, it's not that easy.

>”Uhm, Anon? Can ah ask yer a question?” Applebloom tugs on your leg, she looks almost scared.

“Sure thing, hit me.”

>”But promise not t'get angry, okay?”

“Okay.”

>Exactly what could be so bad to make you angry towards this little, innocent-

>”Ah heard you'n'Applejack screamin' last night and-”

>You move your hand up and down to signal her to tune it down, she only raises a brow while continuing “And at first ah thought y'all would stop eventually, but-”

>You look nervously around while giving her more signals to shut up, only Rarity is in sight and she is preoccupied with her food.

>”But the screamin' went on and on, ah barely slept at all!”

“Applebloom, not so loud-”

>”It sounded like wild animals were fightin' and ah got really scared, the-”

>Oh god, Rarity's p0ny ears are pointed towards you and you can see the edge of a face-splitting grin, even from behind her!

>Oh shit oh shit oh shit!

>”Then ah asked Applejack earlier. She got really mad and embarrassed and ran away, what happened? Did yer fight?”

>Oh god, why is this happening?!

“No! Weeee...trained! Yes! We trained our...screaming!”

>This is the worst lie you've ever come up with.

>The entire CMC are watching you now with 'dis nigga srs?!' looks on their faces, Scootaloo asks “Why would you do that at night?! That's not very smart.”

>”Well, they already went into the barn t'do it, but ah still heard 'em loud and clear, ah think Applejack won, since she screamed more-”

>Sweetie Belle cuts her off “That doesn't explain anything.” she looks at you “Why did you practice screaming with Applejack at all?!” suspicion drips from every word of hers.

“Uhh, yeah, ehe, you know...”

>Shit, you should have done it like Applejack and run, crap, it's not like you can just tell them you boned Applebloom's sister while being drunk beyond your senses.

“Damn, I don't know, we just did, are you trying to get your cutie mark for interrogations? Because that's not working.”

>”That's a good idea!” Scootaloo pipes in “We haven't tried that yet!” and scoots outside.

>”Come on Sweetie Belle, let's find some dirty secrets!” Applebloom inquires.

>Rarity's sister turns around while getting dragged outside, always having a suspicious eye on you “You know, Applebloom, I think we should stay here and ask Anon if we-” and gone they are, finally.

>Can't believe how-

>You petrify after turning around, Rarity is looking at you with the worst pokerface you've ever seen.

>Her quivering lips are firmly pressed together to keep her from...laughing or whatever it is she wants to do, one of her blue eyes is twitching slightly and her tail swishes from side to side.

“Oh no.”

>Her eyes constantly dart back and forth between you and the door.

“Rarity! Don't you DARE!”

>She starts shuffling towards the entrance of Sugarcube Corner.

“Rarity, PLEASE! Don't do it! I'll do what you want, I'll be your slave for a month! Just don't-”

>She makes a run for the door, you jump to stop her but miss by a hair's breadth. You land on the ground roughly and can only watch as the gossip-machine vanishes through the door.

“Noooooooo!”

>You slump down on the floor, all hope is lost.

>After a minute or so a pink hoof nudges your side “Are you dead?”

“Pinkie.”

>”Yes? I'm right here, should I call an ambulance? You don't look that sick though, maybe some cupcakes-”

“Pinkie! Shaddap.”

>You roll on your back.

“Do you even know what the CMC asked me about?”

>Ponka rolls her eyes “Well, duh, of course I do. I can't believe they didn't get it.” she takes a deep breath “Haaaaaa...they are so innocent. I'm glad for you though, I was already planning a Surprise-Find-Your-Special-Somep0ny Party at your place to finally get you out and under p0nies-”

“Goddammit Pinkie, no! It was a mistake! I was drunk beyond my senses, I can't even remember that night anymore.”

>You sit up and point a stern finger at her.

“And I swear to Celestia and Luna, if you throw another party at my house WITHOUT my knowledge AND approval I will...”

>Shit, what can you threaten her with?

“...never talk to you again!”

>Oh yeah, that showed her, you're a real boss! So hardcore.

>Despite your petty threat she gasps in an overdramatic manner that would make Rarity proud and gives you some teary, pitiful eyes “You...*sniff*...wouldn't....”

>You get up and just...leave before she does anything that really freaks you out.

>...once you saw how she turned her head 720° around, the following night you had a nightmare where she had you tied down and did that while having sex with you.

>Now that you think about it, that was actually the trigger that made you dislike her weird 4th dimension abilities.

>Maybe she wrote that satanic letter...

>The rest of the day is spent with either Rainbow or solitude, both are good pals.

>This day was awful.