Title:           [Berry Punch][Silly, Clop] RariBerry
Author:          Etiquette
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First Edit:      Monday 12th of November 2012 09:35:36 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Monday 12th of November 2012 09:35:36 PM CDT

>Day RariBerry in Equestria.
>Today you're going out with the Mane Six to celebrate.
>You're not sure what you're celebrating exactly...
>But Pinkie said there'd be an open bar, so you're in.
>You go downstairs and pour yourself a bowl of Cheerilee-O's.
>Surprisingly, you aren't interrupted by Jaundice Timid.
>Maybe today will be a good day after all.
>After breakfast, you take your 10:14 shit and follow up with a shower.
>You're just getting out of the shower when you hear a soft knocking at your door.
>You meander to your closet and survey your fine choices of apparel.
>You pick out a pair of jeans and a T-shirt among the four identical copies of the same clothes.
>You're about to walk out of the room to answer the door when you're reminded of something.
Oh man, I almost forgot...
>You walk over to your dresser and select your finest "fuck off" face.
>Only the best for Fluttershy.
>You walk to your door, take a deep breath, and yank it open.
FLUTTERSHY! FOR THE LAST TIME, I SAID-
>You stop mid-sentence and blink several times.
>All of the Mane Six are standing in your doorway, manes blown back cartoonishly.
>"Well, I never..." Rarity scoffs, immediately turning her attention to fixing her mane.
>Twilight stares blankly for a moment. "What was that all about?"
>Pinkie pipes up. "Raritan must be REALLY happy to see Fluttershy." She smiles.
Girls, I'm so sorry...
>You quickly remove your face and go to retrieve a friendlier one.
>That face when you have no face.
>You decide to quickly pencil in a smilie face instead.
>You return to the door hastily.
What are you all even doing here?
>Pinkie pops up next to you. "We're here to pick you up for the party, silly."
It's 11 am...
>"I know! We're late already!"
 
>You follow the girls to one of the local bars.
>You hadn't really been in the bar scene in P0nyville lately.
>You'd used all your bits repaying Mr. Nook for your newest house upgrade.
>The girls assure you that the place is up to par.
>It looks fancy enough for you.
>The seven of you all sidle up to a booth and take a seat.
>AJ, Twilight, and Pinkie are opposite you, Rainbow, Rarity, and...
>Of fucking course.
>Fluttershy.
I'll go get the drinks.
>You stand, anything to get away from Flutter.
>You walk up to the bar, ordering a round of cider for your table.
>"Shounds lahyk somep0ny can really *hic* put 'em dowhn."
>A purple-coated mare swivels on her bar stool to look at you.
>She turns too hard and nearly falls off.
>Reflexively, you grab her and keep her from crashing onto the floor.
>Being this close, you get a whiff of her hair.
>She smells like wildberries...
>"Ahnd so *hic* strong too..."
>Her breath could make an Irishman jealous.
>The ponies here really start early.
>It's 5 o' clock somewhere, you guess.
>You set her back upright and she grins seductively at you.
>At least, you think that's what she's trying to do.
>"You're *hic* qywite the hannsome stallion, there..."
>You can't help but grin at her statement.
>Her vision's so blurred, she thinks you're a pony.
I'm not a stallion. I'm a human named Raritan. I have hands, see?
>You reach over to her and pat her head.
>She seems startled, but lets you continue.
>The bar-stallion finally finishes filling your order.
Better get these back.
>You take your drinks and walk to back to the table.
 
>Hours pass.
>You've been drinking like a horse led to water.
>Which is sort of similar to what actually happened.
>Only completely different.
>Whatever. It doesn't matter.
>You're having a great time.
>Even despite Fluttershy's constant attempts to whisper fetishes in your ear.
>Rainbow is passed out from attempting to keep up with AJ in a drinking contest, as usual.
>Applejack looks pretty buzzed from the endeavor, but that p0ny sure can hold her liquor.
>Rarity switched to red wine long ago, mentioning something about a cider-stomach.
>Twilight is calculating her blood-alcohol content so she can be the Designated Walker.
>Pinkie just keeps downing wine coolers. Must be something about earth p0nies...
>And Fluttershy...
>Ooohoohoo Fluttershy...
>She's an absolute wreck.
>She's been leaning against you for the past hour.
>Not like that, in itself, as any different from normal.
>Except that now she's clearly doing it so that she doesn't fall over.
>She keeps mumbling about getting you out of your clothes and into bed.
>But she's in no state to do anything to you.
>As for you, you're feeling pretty sloshed yourself.
>Your muddled mind wanders back to the mare at the bar.
>She's still there, guzzling whole bottles of wine at a time.
>She must live in a perpetually inebriated state.
 
>You can't help but be reminded of the girl you were crushing on back home.
>Oddly enough, she tended to wear purple too...
>You shake your head in an attempt to settle your thoughts.
>Stop it, Raritan. She's a pony.
>But... she was so soft...
>But she's a horse...
>But... that smell...
>You're jerked out of your train of thought by the bar-stallion calling out.
>"Last call! Last call, eveyp0ny!"
>Twilight looks up and surveys your group. "Looks like it's time to get going."
I'm just gonna grab one more...
>You push Fluttershy over onto Rainbow and she slumps down.
>You stand up shakily and wobble over to the bar.
One more, fer the road.
>The mulberry mare turns to you once again.
>"Mhy hannnssome stahllion hazz *hic* returnned."
>You give her a smile and take a swig of the mug the bar-stallion places in front of you.
>She leans over close to you as you drink.
>Celestia, she smells like delicious pop-tarts.
>"Wat would ah hanshom stallion lihke yourself say to *hic* walking ah girl home?"
>She breathes hotly into your ear.
>Sold!
>You down your drink and hold your arm out for her to take.
>She glugs down the rest of her wine and rests a hoof at your elbow.
>Twilight has corralled the girls over by the door and looks back at you. "You coming?"
You guys go on ahead.
 
>In no time you've arrived at the mare's house.
>You realize that you never learned her name.
>You walk up to one in a row of houses. "Thish is *hic* me."
>You're not quite sure what to do now as you watch her fumble to open the door.
Well... it was nice meeting you...
>In a motion quite unbefitting her drunken state, she grabs your pant leg nimbly.
>"It's Berry *hic* an you an those *hic* hannnds of yours are comming inside..."
>She pulls you forcefully into her home.
>You're confused, and part of you is scared.
>But another part, mostly your lower half, complies and moves in step with her.
>She leads you to her couch and pushes you into a sitting position.
>Immediately, she's on your lap and licking your neck, breathing warmly along it.
>"Rarrritaaaaaaaan..." she moans softly.
>Your body betrays you and your hands move along her body down to her flank.
>She gasps as you squeeze the area near her cutie mark.
>You can feel your body temperature rise as Berry begins nipping at your collar bones.
>She suckles at your shoulder but then leans back to catch your gaze.
>She slides off your lap and onto her back. "Raritan... ruhb my *hic* belly..."
 
>You're too drunk and in-the-moment to care about the fact that she's a p0ny.
>You comply and lean over her, resting one hand on the couch next to her head and the other on her chest.
>You start to rub her coat in circles.
>She squirms a bit under your touch and pants softly. "Lower..."
>You eagerly heed her command and move your hand south.
>Here her coat is thinner and you can get a greater sense of her warm skin.
>You move your hand from left to right.
>You can hear the faint sloshing of liquid from within her stomach.
>Good. Gravy...
>Berry is kicking her hooves lightly and small whimpers escape her muzzle.
>Your cock is attempting to bore its way through your pants.
>"Mmmmnnn... Raritahnnn..." She looks up at you with half-lidded eyes.
>"Rhut me..."
>You don't need to be told twice.
>Your clothes rocket off like fireworks, settling into heaps on the floor.
>You press your cock against her wet marehood and slide it along her lips.
>It's been so long since you've felt something like this.
>Your body might melt here and now.
>Berry gasps, reveling in the sensation as well.
>No! You're a gentleman. And you're going to last long enough to show her.
>You line up your drive and take a swing.
>You plunge yourself deep inside her.
>Berry moans and shivers.
>Hole in one!
>Her wet walls slide along your shaft as her pussy clenches down on your man meat.
>You start going to work, moving your hips in time with her contractions.
>You start to pant and grunt.
>Berry compliments with moaning and gasping.
>"Mmmph... sho gooood... Pull my taaail!"
 
>Her wish is your command.
>You reach your hand behind you and search the padded cushion for your prize.
>Feeling a silky object brush by your hand, you grab it and pull.
>Hard.
>Berry erupts in pleasure. "Rarrritaaaaaaaaaaan..."
>Hearing her call your name nearly sends you over the edge.
>You continue yanking on her tail as you assault her cave with your little explorer.
Berry, I'm gonna...
>"Cum inshide!" she moans. "Let's make fhoals togetherrrr."
>At her command, the two of you cum and you collapse on top of her.
>After a few moments, you regain your strength and lift yourself up.
>Berry has passed out from the experience.
>You sit up and catch a glimpse of something at the window.
>It's Fluttershy, and she's crying her eyes out.
>You smirk and lay down next to Berry, cuddling with her.
>Silly Fluttershy.
>She'll never figure out that your fetish is consensual sex in the missionary position for the sole purpose of procreation.