Anon, the town drunk - [Clop I guess]

“Hey, HEY! Can you spare a few bits man?”

>”Get bucked!”

>You are Anon, and you REALLY need a drink.

>Really, really badly.

>You’ve got the shakes and everything.

>These fucking ponies won’t give you any bits though, they seem to have given up on that.

>Probably because you'd just spend them all at the pub.

>You scope out the surroundings for anyone who might actually be dumb enough to fill you with alcohol.

>Wait a second...

>Is that Berry?

“Berry? BERRY!”

“Hey, can you spare a few bits or something? I’ll do anything.”

>You really do need that drink.

>”Aw come on man, you still owe me from last time!”

>Playing hardball, eh?

“Well hey, how can I repay you. Really, I’ll do anything!”

>You swear you see her smirk as the word "anything" leaves your mouth

>”Anything, eh?”

>”Well, how about you help me out with a little problem I’ve been having recently?”

“YEAH! SURE!”

>..Wait, what did I just agree to

“Uh, what problem would that be exactly?”

>”Hmm, well. I’ve just been feeling so lonely lately. I could use a big, strong stallion to keep me company for tonight.”

>She uses her forehoof to motion towards her hindquarters.

>She gives it a quick rub, while giving off a sultry moan.

“Oh right, so uh, I could do that.”

“I can last much longer than any stallion you know!”

>God you sound desperate for some sex right about now.

>You're a surprisingly good actor when you're sober.

>Or so you think.

>It’s not the sex you want, it’s a damn drink, and if you have to shag a pony to get it BY GOD WILL YOU SHAG A PONY!

>”Well, how about we head back to my place, and see what we can figure out, hmm?”

>God damnit Berry I need that drink NOW!

“Alright then, fine by me.”

>You stand up, towering above the plum coloured pony known as Berry Punch.

>How these ponies weren’t afraid of you, you weren’t sure.

>You were like twice their size and probably like 3 times their weight.

>You follow Berry down the street to her house, and enter after her.

>Walking down the street, you can barely contain yourself.

>Your teeth have started chattering.

>FINALLY! Someone willing to give you a few bits!

>Giddy with excitement, you almost slam the door shut.

>You turn back towards her.

“So, uh. Should we just, you know, right now?”

>Well you may be about to have sex with a pony but at least you won’t have to sleep outside tonight.

>Sleeping outside is awful, it’s cold and wet out there, even with the pegasi controlling the weather.

>”Just give me a second to get freshened up.”

>Why, she’s just going to be a sopping wet wreck afterwards anyway.

>Surely it’d make more sense to ‘freshen up’ after the act.

>She disappears into what you can only assume is her En-Suite bathroom.

>You take the time to take your t-shirt off, and throw it in a crumpled heap in the corner, and you kick your shoes off.

>You stand around tapping your foot and drumming your fingers against the wall for a couple minutes.

>God damn, you can’t wait to have that sweet ambrosia known as AppleJack Daniels pouring down your gullet.

>Eventually Berry comes out of that room again with a small burlap sack, and a bottle of some unidentifiable liquid.

>What is that.

>She rotates it excruciatingly slowly.

>FUCKING TURN IT AROUND ALREADY!

>Is that...?

>Looks like some of Berry’s homebrewed wine.

>WHAT THE FUCK DOES SHE HAVE PLANNED?

>Must be something else to be using the best stuff in all of Equestria.

>”So, you really need a drink eh?”

>NO, I JUST FUCKIN’ FOLLOWED YOU HERE FOR NO REASON!

>”I’m guessing you know what this stuff is.”

>She uncorks the bottle.

>Very slowly.

>REALLY. VERY. FUCKING. SLOWLY

>*POP*

>The cork goes flying off into a corner.

>She grasps the bottle tight.

>She lifts it above her head.

>SHE FUCKING UPENDS IT OVER HER HEAD!

>She’s pouring it all over herself.

>What in the fuck is going on.

>You sure are “fuck”ing a lot.

>She’s poured the whole damn bottle over herself.

>"So you wanted something to drink?"

>OH GOD YES

>”Well, get licking!”

>You what.

>Oh no, no way.

>...

>Fucking god damnit.

>You don’t have much choice.

>You are not going to enjoy this, but you need a drink and this is your last chance at getting one.

>You try to concentrate on the wine as you start licking...

>It isn’t working.

>You can taste the sweaty fur and wine.

>Tastes like really strong vinegar.

>It’s pretty disgusting.

>Eventually you manage to lick it all up.

>You didn’t even get a slight buzz.

>”Mmm, you know, you aren’t half bad at licking me.”

>”Well, since you did SUCH a good job cleaning me up, I think you deserve a reward!”

>Oh god yes, just what you’ve been waiting for.

>"AH! But first, maybe you could move that tongue a little bit south, hmm?”"

>Damnit Berry. You really need that drink now, to take the taste of fur and sweat out of your mouth.

>Fine then, you’re going to make this mare scream your name out into the heavens themselves.

>You slowly drag your tongue from the base of her mane to the top of her tail.

>”LOWER!”

>You drag your tongue around her tail, sliding across her pucker.

>Your tongue slips across her slit, eliciting a moan from her.

>”Hey, I didn't say stop. You want that drink right?”

>She knows exactly what you want.

>Curse this mare.

>Your tongue dances around her slit for a while, as she pulls out another bottle, from where you do not know.

>Guess she took more than one.

>She looks towards you, before suddenly rolling over onto her back.

>”You want more? You have to beg like a dog.”

>Holy fuck, this mare is crazy.

>But still, alcohol right?

>You don’t really have much choice here, every other pony has given up on you.

>You get on your knees, and bend your arms like a dog begging for something.

>You start to make whining noises.

>Just as well you spent that time imitating your dog as a child.

>God this is humiliating.

>At least you’ll get some alcohol out of this.

>That’s the only reason you’re doing this, right?

>”Oooh, such a good boy!”

>Oh dear god, if you have any compassion just strike me down right now.

>”Such good behaviour deserves a reward!”

>Your eyes light up as she pops the cork on the bottle of ambrosia.

>She slowly moves the bottle towards you.

>Then she starts pouring it over her slit.

>”Don’t spill a drop now! I’d hate to have to wash my sheets.”

>You start lapping up the wine, taking great care to get it all.

>It keeps pouring onto her opening.

>”Mmmm.”

>She’s really enjoying this it seems.

>She’d better give you some good bits for this.

>Confirming your suspicion she gives you a wink.

>Not with her eye.

>Ugh. These ponies drive you to drink.

>The wine stops flowing, and you hear a crash.

>Looking up in confusion, you see the empty bottle lying across the room.

>”Hey, you want those bits?”

“Y-yeah! Of course!”

>”Then get the BUCK back to work down there!”

>Grumbling, you return to what you were doing, but without the delicious wine to ease your suffering.

>”What was that?”

“Fu- nothing Berry.”

>”That’s what I thought.”

>It doesn’t take long for her to near her peak, releasing a loud moan.

>You think she also tried to say something about drinking her “special” reserve.

>Better not risk it, you really need more than a single bottle of wine.

>Holding your breath in a desperate attempt to reduce the taste as much as possible, you clamp down on her with your mouth as she cums.

>Hey, this doesn’t actually taste all that bad.

>It tastes like her wine.

>Is THIS what her “secret ingredient” is?

>She turns to you, and gives you a tired smile.

>”Aaah, thanks. I really needed that.”

>”Take those off.”

>She motions towards your pants with her forehoof.

>You fumble with the belt, and then let your pants drop to the floor.

>”Get on the bed.”

>You step forward and trip on your pants that were still around your ankles.

>You land face down on the bed, the only thing hurting is your pride.

>She rolls you over, before climbing on top.

>Her mane is a frazzled mess, from the combination of wine and sweat.

>She looks down at you, before planting a deep kiss on your lips.

>She breaks the kiss just as quickly as she started, dragging her mane across your face.

>”I do taste good, don’t I?”

>She smiles down at you.

“Just like your wine.”

>She moves her mouth down towards your neck, and starts nipping and kissing it.

>It’s more than enough to give you a rock hard erection.

>Running your hand through her mulberry mane, then down her body onto her flank, you give it a squeeze.

>She can feel your excitement rubbing against her stomach.

>”Someone’s eager.”

>Oh shut up and fuck me already, I need that drink.

“Well can you blame me?”

>”No I suppose I can’t.”

>She goes back to kissing your neck, while rubbing your chest with a hoof.

>She keeps moaning loudly.

>You can’t take it anymore.

>Just as you are about to grab her, and take her right there, she rolls out of your grasp and off the bed.

>She lands on all 4 hooves, with a soft bump, bending her knees slightly.

>It was actually kinda impressive.

“Hey wait, what? I thought we were going to fuck?”

>”Hah, I got what I wanted, take your bits and get out.”

>She turns and walks into her en-suite bathroom.

>You hear the tell tale pitter-patter of the shower running.

>You hear her shout over the noise.

>”YOU’D BETTER BE GONE BY THE TIME I FINISH THIS SHOWER! BITS ARE IN THAT SACK!”

>Well shit, you just got used as a cheap fucktoy.

>Now you feel awful, and somewhat violated, not to mention blueballed really hard.

>You pick up your pants, and put them back on, boner sticking out the zipper.

>You look down at is and sigh.

“Maybe next time, eh old friend?”

>You push it in through the zipper and zip up.

>It’s kinda awkward walking around like this, but you manage to stumble to your tatty shoes, and put them on.

>Then you put on your t-shirt, and pick up the sack.

>Sighing again, you walk outside, hearing the door click behind you.

>You stroll into the centre of town, to that big fountain, and sit down on the bench.

>No one’s about, that’s not really unusual considering it is pretty late though.

>You open up the sack, and tip the gleaming, golden coins into your lap.

>You count them out.

>You are EXACTLY one bit short for a big bottle of rotgut.

>That damn mare.

>You aren’t sure what you feel worse about, the fact you were used like that, as nothing more than a fucktoy, or that you don’t even have enough bits to get properly drunk.

>Another night of depressing semi-sobriety awaits you.

>You can feel a white hot surge of rage flowing from your head to your toes.

>Your spine is tingling now.

>Well there’s nothing left to do, but lift your head towards the heavens and scream.

“BEEEEEEERRYYYYYYY!”

>You swear you heard her laughing as you sit back down.