For Reasons Unknown

>You are Berry Punch.

>The town drunk.

>Ha ha. It's so funny.

>Berry Punch is a lousy lush who can't even hold down a job.

>It's all you fucking hear.

>Everypony thinks it's so easy.

>They don't see your problem for what it is.

>Instead they think of it as something you choose to do.

>They all think you run away from your problems through alcohol.

>Well maybe you do.

>That's for the wannabe shrinks to decide.

>It's always been this way.

>You feel like your problems run to you, not the opposite.

>Alcohol is a hobby, not a vice.

>That's why you're drinking now.

>Because there is no alcohol left at the party downstairs.

>You finish the last of your flask and instantly regret it.

>Looking around, you see a bottle of mouthwash on the counter of the bathroom you are in.

>Without a second thought, you begin to drain it.

>You finish the minty fluid and sit on the ground.

"This party s-sucks..."

>The alcohol drags you into sleep.

 

>You wake up to someone shaking you and look up with blurry eyes.

>Anon the Human is above you, looking nervous and sweaty.

>You groan and look down, your vision tilting as though you are sailing on the sea.

>Anon pumps in and out of you, his pale flesh sinking into your pink folds.

"Anon? Wha- Please... Sto-"

>You turn and throw up.

>Tears block your vision.

"P-please stop..."

 

 

>Anon stops and hiccups.

>"S'wrong Burry?"

>You wipe your mouth and sputter.

"What are you- where am I? Why are you doing this to me?"

>He pulls out, looking scared, "y-you don't remember? You jumped me when I came in hurr!"

>He's wasted.

>And you feel like shit.

>"Do you want me ta leave?"

>You look over at the toilet.

>You're obviously laying in your own puke now.

>There's toilet paper in your mane.

>This is not uncommon.

>Looking down, you see he is swaying on his knees and still erect.

"Go ahead and finish... If you want."

>He grabs your sore flanks and awkwardly positions hiself.

>"Y-you sure?"

>Looking back at the toilet base next to your face, you nod.

>He enters you again and starts up with stuttered deep thrusts.

>Your head knocks against the bathtub over and over.

"Hey, Anon."

>Your eyes gaze blankly at the toilet.

>"Y-yeah?"

>His pumps slow.

"Are you... Thinking about someone else right now?"

>He stops moving and a silence fills the smelly bathroom.

>You look up and see that he has passed out leaned against the cabinet, still inside of you.

>Pulling him out, you groan and get up.

>Stepping over him, you wash up in the sink.

>Seeing a red cup on the counter, probably abandoned by Anon, you down the remaining liquor in it and look in the mirror.

>Looking back at you is a souless mare with bags under her eyes and a poorly kept mane wet and hanging around her like a tattered rag.

>You pull your cheek out.

>Yellow teeth and a horrible case of halitosis that you can smell.

>With a shrug, you leave the bathroom and turn off the light.

 

 

>You pack your case.

>Two times you pack and unpack the same bottle of wine.

>Finally you decide to just take it.

>Your cousin walks into the room, looking obviously disgusted by all of the empty bottles and discarded food.

>It was a long time ago that you stopped caring.

>She comes to you and slides a hoof over your back, "I'm so glad you're coming to stay with me, Berry. It will be good for you, you know, to get back on your hooves."

>You close your case and look to make sure you have everything.

>It all fits in one suitcase.

"Yeah."

>Cherry Berry picks up the case for you, "you just don't seem like you anymore. I'm worried about you cuz... You've been drinking a lot and ponies have been talking. You've also lost a lot of weight."

>You pick up a bottle from the desk and take a drink of stale mystery drink.

>"I can quit any time I want. I'll quit tomorrow. Promise."

 

>You sit outside of your cousin's house.

>She lives on the other side of Ponyville.

>Her place is nice and she's letting you stay until you find a job.

>"Berry!"

>You look up from your wine glass and see Anonymous jogging over to you.

>Great. He's probably going to apologize and want to talk forever.

"What's up, Anon?"

>He stops and looks at your wine, "hittin' the sauce already? Hahaha..."

>You shrug.

"It's lunch wine. Brunch wine. It's- It's wine. I'm quitting."

>"Cool, cool. So hey, uh, about last night-"

"It's okay, Anon. You don't have to apologize. We were both pretty wrecked. No harm, no foul."

 

 

>There's a minute of silence between the two of you.

>You fill it with wine.

>"Cool. Can I sit?"

>You shrug and he sits at the small table beside you.

>"So is this your place? It's pretty nice."

>You shake your head.

"This is my cousin's place. I'm staying here until I can... Until I get back on my hooves."

>He watches you.

>With a sigh, you finish your drink and set the glass down.

"So let's get to the chase. You're here to finish up right? Why don't we just go to my room now and not waste eachother's time eh?"

>"What are you talking about?"

>You raise an eyebrow.

"You want an easy one, right? I know ponies talk about me. I know it's well known that I'll 'put out on a dime'. And I did nothing to prove THAT wrong last night. So let's just skip all the pedantics, okay?"

>You get up to leave but Anon grabs your hoof.

>"Wrong."

>You look at him.

>"I didn't come here for that. I just happened to walk by. And honestly, you shouldn't care what others say about you if the shit's not true."

"So you think I'm not easy huh? You think I'm not a mess?"

>You smirk at him.

>He tosses your hoof back to you, surprising you.

>"You are a mess, Berry. You're a wreck. I'm not going to sugarcoat it, you're a lush, depressed and from what I have seen, you don't have the will or the ability to take care of yourself."

>You wish that glass was full again.

>"You have poor hygeine, no style and no interests in anything besides senseless binge drinking. You have no respect for yourself and let anyone take advantage of you without a second thought."

>He smirks back at you, "fair enough?"

>A smile slowly spreads across your face.

"You're wrong. I have style."

 

 

"So, now that you're done summing my life up oh so accurately, what do you want?"

>Anon scratches his head.

>"How about this: I go home and do a quick shit, shower, shave routine while you do the same, or not, it doesn't matter to me."

"Yeah"?"

>"Then, I come back here and we go get something to eat."

"A drink sounds good..."

>"I'll take you to a sit-down place and I'll even pay for it and we'll stay sober the entire time."

"But that's-"

>"THEN, I'll walk you home and you can go to bed and get a full night's sleep."

>You blink at him.

"Do I have a choice in this?"

>He holds up his hands in a shrug, "you can always say no with me, Berry. Don't think of it as a date. Think of it as a meal between two friends."

"You just friend-zone me?"

>"I'm implying I am in fact interested in you and I would like to take things slow to possibly start some kind of relationship. So take it for what it's worth. You can always say no, Berry."

>You smile, not showing your unbrushed teeth that you are suddenly aware of and bat your eyes.

"Such a sweet talker. You berate me and make me sound like a dope then ask me out."

>He remains silent and smiles at you.

"Yes, Anon.

 

>Cherry Berry knocks on the door and enters your room.

>"Hey cuz, whoa! You got a hot date tonight?"

>You look in the mirror.

>It almost looks like the you from five years ago is looking at you.

>You smile and look out of the window at the sunset.

"Yeah. I do."

 

 

>Anon gets you both a seat outside.

>A candle burns between the two of you while you pick at a basket of bread and butter.

"This is a little cheesy."

>He matches your smirk, "hey, beggars can't be choosers. You seem to not think that entire loaf of bread is too 'cheesy' for you."

>You stop stuffing your face and blush, smiling nervously at him.

"Bully."

>He chuckles and takes some of the bread.

>"You look very nice by the way. Much better."

"I washed my mane. I was expecting you'd take me somewhere nice. Too bad, eh?"

>"Oh, this is a much nicer place than where I usually take my one night stands."

"You're an animal."

>The waiter interrupts your flirty banter.

>Both of you begin to eat in silence, glancing at eachother occasionally.

>You would have never guessed that Anonymous was so... Genuine?

>It was known that a lot of mares were interested in him.

>You'd always just attributed it to the exotic factor and that he went through mares like you went through bottles.

>"Hey, Berry?"

>You swallow and answer with an expression.

>"Who were you thinking about last night?"

>You set your fork down and look at your plate.

>For a moment you revisit that moment.

>Looking back up, you smile weakly.

"Honestly? No one really. I wasn't really thinking about anything."

>You chuckle.

"Is that a bad thing? No one comes to mind. Ha ha..."

 

 

>As promised, Anon walks you home.

>The meal was actually very nice and you feel a little guilty for allowing Anon to pay for it all.

>"You can pay me back another way."

"Oh? So you do want an easy lay? That's a cheap tactic."

>"Nah. I actually need some weeds pulled in front of my house. I figured that should cover the damage."

"So romantic, you are."

>"I try. Stick around. I might just woo you."

>You smile the whole way home.

>He's doing a damn good job of 'wooing' you.

>No one has made you come out of your shell in over five years.

>This is also the longest you've been without booze.

>The two of you get back to Cherry Berry's house.

>"Well, I'll be back tomorrow to check up on you. I'm not letting you give up on quitting your drinking."

"What If I just go in and drink now?"

>"I can't force you. I can only believe you don't really want to stay the same."

>You try to give a witty comeback but look down at the ground and blush instead.

>"So, thanks for coming out. Do this again soon?"

>Quickly, you jump forward and lock lips with him.

>Before you can gain access with your tongue, he pulls away.

>"I was just joking about you owing me anything!"

>You bat his chest.

"Oh shut up..."

>The two of you smile at eachother under the lantern light for a moment.

"Anon, I... I'd like it if you came upstairs..."

>He bends down and grabs your chin, lifting it.

>"Berry, let's take things slow. Trust me. It will be better. Let me have a few more dates with you first."

>He leans forward and gives you another kiss.

>It's soft and sensual, the most passionate you have ever experienced.

>Then he pulls away, leaving you standing there with fish lips.

>"Goodnight, Berry."

>He waves and walks away down the road.

>You watch him leave, rubbing your mane with a hoof.

>There are no thoughts of alcohol on your mind.

>Only the promise of the next date.

"I want to think about you..."

 

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