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Drinking the Punch Chapter 2

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“Ah, ah, ah, my little pony, what do we make sure to do before we come?”
>You affectionately stroke Berry Punch behind the ear, smirking as she whimpers on the edge of an orgasm;
>the mulberry earth pony writhing pitifully in her bindings,
>forehooves hoisted up above her and held in place with ropes tied to a horizontal beam.
>Ever since you discovered her secret, you’ve used your newfound leverage to great effect,
>satisfying both of your… particular tastes at once.
>Though as much as she loves bondage, being handled and controlled completely by her loving Master,
>the poor mare still can’t control herself very well.
“Berry Punch?”
>”M-Master… please…”
>She can’t see you through her blindfold, so you cup her face in your hand and lean in close.
“Please what?”
>”May I…” she shivers as you gently trace a finger along her neck, her whole body convulsing at your touch.
“May you what?”
>She’s so shy about this part.
>”C-come, please…”
“There’s a good little filly.”
>You give her a deep and passionate kiss, running your hands through her thick cerise mane,
>taking a moment to enjoy the softness of her tongue and the smoothness of her hair.
>Time for her reward.
>You glide your hands down her belly as you crouch to the level of her waist;
>she’s been leaking like a faucet for the last half hour as you’ve teased her,
>fingering her cunt and twiddling her clitoris nearly non-stop,
>pausing intermittently to bring her down when you sense she’s close to her peak.
>No more of that, though; staring at her desperately aroused sex, you unfurl your tongue,
>and drag it through her folds as quickly and roughly as you can.
>Berry Punch screams in pleasure, and you grab her flanks as you pull your head into her vagina,
>tasting her delicious alcoholic excretions as she rockets toward an orgasm.
>Happily humming into her depths, you nuzzle against her clit with your nose,
>overwhelming her pussy after an agonizingly restrained teasing session.
>Suddenly remembering her messiness, you grab the large glass punch bowl and hold it between her legs,
>before you lick and suck at Berry’s cunt with the zeal of a supplicant before God.
>Inevitably, her last vestiges of resistance crumble, and a quivering cry rings through the house as a flood of warm,
>sticky ejaculate spurts out of Berry and into your eagerly waiting mouth.
>It’s almost disturbing how much it tastes like a lightly fortified concoction of strawberry and grape.
>Whatever you’re unable to swallow lands safely in the bowl, and you stand up to the level of Berry’s head.
>She’s dangling from the ropes like a limp ragdoll, visibly exhausted from the experience.
>Luckily, as you take off her blindfold you see she’s still conscious, if only barely.
>You grab the punch bowl and head into the kitchen,
>opening the fridge and pouring it into a half-filled jar of the stuff.
>Punch tastes better chilled, after all, though you’ve had enough for one day.
>You toss the empty bowl into the sink before heading back to your ‘play’ room,
>and freeing Berry’s forehooves from their bindings before sweeping the listless pony off her feet.
>”Anon?”
>You look into her dull, violet eyes as you carry her to your bedroom.
“Yes, dear?”
>She smiles, quietly and peacefully, before nodding off in your arms.
>Gently laying her down on your bed, you idly pet this serenely beautiful mare’s thick and glossy mane,
>enjoying a quiet evening in with your favorite pony in Ponyville.
>Hmm…
>You decide to have a little fun of your own.
>Slipping off your pants and gently opening Berry’s thighs, you lean in for seconds,
>lapping at her puffy, rosy folds to get her just the tiniest bit wet.
>You run your hand between her legs, lightly prodding with your fingers,
>until your entire palm is soaked in her juicy wetness; a fragrant and long-lasting lubricant.
>Lying on your side, you stroke yourself off as you savor the taste and aroma of Berry Punch’s sex,
>careful not to wake her after what you already put her through.
>Soon enough, you’re successful, squeezing out a light dribble of semen onto your punch-coated hand,
>and you lick off the mixed fluids as you snuggle up for a peaceful nap.

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“Ah, ah, ah, my little pony, what do we make sure to do before we come?”
>You affectionately stroke Berry Punch behind the ear, smirking as she whimpers on the edge of an orgasm;
>the mulberry earth pony writhing pitifully in her bindings,
>forehooves hoisted up above her and held in place with ropes tied to a horizontal beam.
>Ever since you discovered her secret, you’ve used your newfound leverage to great effect,
>satisfying both of your… particular tastes at once.
>Though as much as she loves bondage, being handled and controlled completely by her loving Master, 
>the poor mare still can’t control herself very well.
“Berry Punch?”
>”M-Master… please…”
>She can’t see you through her blindfold, so you cup her face in your hand and lean in close.
“Please what?”
>”May I…” she shivers as you gently trace a finger along her neck, her whole body convulsing at your touch.
“May you what?”
>She’s so shy about this part.
>”C-come, please…”
“There’s a good little filly.”
>You give her a deep and passionate kiss, running your hands through her thick cerise mane,
>taking a moment to enjoy the softness of her tongue and the smoothness of her hair.
>Time for her reward.
>You glide your hands down her belly as you crouch to the level of her waist;
>she’s been leaking like a faucet for the last half hour as you’ve teased her,
>fingering her cunt and twiddling her clitoris nearly non-stop,
>pausing intermittently to bring her down when you sense she’s close to her peak.
>No more of that, though; staring at her desperately aroused sex, you unfurl your tongue, 
>and drag it through her folds as quickly and roughly as you can.
>Berry Punch screams in pleasure, and you grab her flanks as you pull your head into her vagina,
>tasting her delicious alcoholic excretions as she rockets toward an orgasm.
>Happily humming into her depths, you nuzzle against her clit with your nose,
>overwhelming her pussy after an agonizingly restrained teasing session.
>Suddenly remembering her messiness, you grab the large glass punch bowl and hold it between her legs,
>before you lick and suck at Berry’s cunt with the zeal of a supplicant before God.
>Inevitably, her last vestiges of resistance crumble, and a quivering cry rings through the house as a flood of warm,
>sticky ejaculate spurts out of Berry and into your eagerly waiting mouth.
>It’s almost disturbing how much it tastes like a lightly fortified concoction of strawberry and grape.
>Whatever you’re unable to swallow lands safely in the bowl, and you stand up to the level of Berry’s head.
>She’s dangling from the ropes like a limp ragdoll, visibly exhausted from the experience.
>Luckily, as you take off her blindfold you see she’s still conscious, if only barely.
>You grab the punch bowl and head into the kitchen, 
>opening the fridge and pouring it into a half-filled jar of the stuff.
>Punch tastes better chilled, after all, though you’ve had enough for one day.
>You toss the empty bowl into the sink before heading back to your ‘play’ room,
>and freeing Berry’s forehooves from their bindings before sweeping the listless pony off her feet.
>”Anon?”
>You look into her dull, violet eyes as you carry her to your bedroom.
“Yes, dear?”
>She smiles, quietly and peacefully, before nodding off in your arms.
>Gently laying her down on your bed, you idly pet this serenely beautiful mare’s thick and glossy mane,
>enjoying a quiet evening in with your favorite pony in Ponyville.
>Hmm…
>You decide to have a little fun of your own.
>Slipping off your pants and gently opening Berry’s thighs, you lean in for seconds,
>lapping at her puffy, rosy folds to get her just the tiniest bit wet.
>You run your hand between her legs, lightly prodding with your fingers,
>until your entire palm is soaked in her juicy wetness; a fragrant and long-lasting lubricant.
>Lying on your side, you stroke yourself off as you savor the taste and aroma of Berry Punch’s sex,
>careful not to wake her after what you already put her through.
>Soon enough, you’re successful, squeezing out a light dribble of semen onto your punch-coated hand,
>and you lick off the mixed fluids as you snuggle up for a peaceful nap.

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