Title:           Rosetta Pt.4 (Clop)(Jackie is still drunk)
Author:          GraphiteAchasse
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/snEMXhHw
First Edit:      Friday 14th of November 2014 05:03:54 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Friday 14th of November 2014 05:03:54 PM CDT

>"Jackie... Jackie wake up please."
>You slowly start yourself back up as you hear the voice of the pilot through the loudspeaker
>"We've landed, there is a limo outside for you." 
>As predicted, you feel like you've been hit by a truck, and your stomach is churning and groaning with every movement you make
>Oh god no, you feel that horrid sensation
"Ughh I need air! I need air! Augh!" 
>You clutch your stomach and throw up all over the floor of the jet
"Oh shit I'm so-"
>You're cut off by another wave of puke and you fall over and curl up into a ball
"I'm sorryyyy!" 
>you begin to sob and writhe around
>It feels like someone kicked you in the stomach a dozen times
>you pick yourself up and walk off of the jet and onto the runway
"I'm an idiot... I'm such an idiot..."
>You get into the limo and take a seat
"I'M FEELING REALLY SICK SO DON'T GET MAD IF I MAKE A MESS!"
>You yell at the driver
>You stretch out on the seat and groan in displeasure
"Why did I drink all that... Now I'm just going to be a mess..."
>A mess for quite possibly one of the most important things you've done
>You start to rub your tummy and try as hard as you can to keep your mind off of your stomach pains
>It was fruitless, you suddenly had the urge to puke again
>If you keep shutting yourself down, you are never going to get over this hangover
"How long is the drive?"
>"fifteen more minutes." you hear call back
>What will ease this feeling for fifteen more minutes?
>You had an odd idea but felt a little embarrassed to carry it out
>You tried it anyway
>You hid behind the seat and stretched your legs out, then spread them a little
>Sliding your hoof down your tummy, you come to a stop just above your slit and start to rub a little
>You weren't feeling particularly needy, but this would probably help a bit
>You start rubbing in circles with your hoof, each time moving a little farther down
>You reach your slit and give one long stroke upwards
"Ah! Mmm~"
>To your surprise, that one little stroke has already taken your mind off of your stomach, 
>you're now wanting desperately to finish this off before you arrive
>You rub against your lips again with your hoof, this time, making it wet
"ahh~ yes~" you quietly moan
>how are going to do this without completely disturbing the driver?
>You've puked on a luxury plane, asked a pilot for a dildo, and completely embarrassed yourself all in one evening
>Screw being quiet, time to kick it up a notch and not give a fuck
>You press hard between your lips, soaking your entire hoof with your fresh mare juices 
>You moan loudly and start rubbing in rapid circles again
"ah! Ah! Ahn! Ah!" 
>You're not being extremely loud, but the driver probably wouldn't think twice
>he's probably seen worse
>you purposefully rub in all of the best places so that you can finish in time
>You're hoof makes a wet sloppy sound as you switch to rubbing up and down, each time making your hoof brush against your clit 
>A few minutes of this and you can already feel it creeping up on you
>You make a high-pitch squeak with every movent
>Finally you climax, pressing your face into the seat, stretching your body outwards and screaming in bliss as you speckle the shiny leather seat with your warm juices
>You shiver and lick your hoof clean as you ease into the seat and relax
>you see a warning on your display that something is happening with your stomach again
>The pukey sensation comes back and you hurl all over the back of another seat
>Too good to be true....