Lips Wide Shut Act 1 (mild clop)

>Day fuck this gay Equestria and everything in it.
>You woke up with a horrible hangover cuddling with  a bottle of what smelled like liquor since you still haven't been able to adjust your fucking vision yet to read it.
>Fighting both gravity and the urge to vomit yourself inside out then back in again, you make your stand in what your double vision has determined might be a hotel room.
>Similar bottles lie scattered along the floor as well as pieces of your clothes.
>Before you even attempt to give a fuck for anything that's currently going on, you stumble your way to the bathroom.
>Noticing the toilet is currently clogged with a bathrobe you make due and relieve your bladder into the sink.
>After pissing like a racehorse and shaking off the last drops of moisture from the Mare Slayer, you take a look at yourself in the mirror.
>What you see sobers you up quite a bit but not entirely.
>Your face and t-shirt are covered in blood as well as your hands.
>You frantically start patting yourself down to check for injuries and are confused to find none.
"What the fuck happened last night?"
>A moan makes it way from behind the shower curtain.
>Cautiously you slide along the wall, approaching the curtain and in one quick swipe, tear it off its rings.
>If you weren't sober yet, you are now.
>Sitting in a bath tub full of ice with a pool of blood at the bottom, is none other than Princess Celestia of Equestria.
>Oh god, you're in pony Tijuana and they actually harvested an organ from her.
>Wait, why not yours? Oh so your organs aren't good enough for the black market?
>Well maybe not your liver but still!
>You have to have a pretty strong heart for it to still be ticking after all the shit you get into around Equestria.
>Oh look, the Princess is still alive.
>"Ohhhhhhh, motherf- dearest. Wh-where am I?" She looks to you, "Anonymous?"
>Despite the hangover you can't help yourself.
"Good morning sunshine. Hehehehe-oohhhhhh my head." you take a seat on the toilet to rub your temples and ease the pain likely brought on by your brilliant wordplay.
>That is until Celestia realizes where exactly she's sitting and screams bloody murder.
>"By the sun on my tender flank, what happened!?!"
"I was seriously hoping you could tell me."
>You take another look at your cuddle buddy bottle and can finally make out the words.
"Reservado Royale de Los Páramos, 100% Tequila Reposado de Agave..."
>"All I needed to hear was Tequila. *sigh* It's gonna be one of those days I see. I'm getting too old for this mess. What's the rest mean?"
"It says Royal Reserve of the Badlands. 100% Barrel Rested Cactus Tequila. Damn. This is good shit."
>"Oh nononononono, Anon, this is -not- good. The badlands are home to the Changelings and Diamond Dogs. That bottle comes from the Diamond Dogs personal distillery. They don't even serve it to foreign dignitaries. Did you steal it?"
"Them."
>"Huh?"
>You point a finger out towards the room and the scared look on the Princesses face becomes one of sheer terror as her eyes scan across the sea of empty bottles littering the hotel room floor.
>As she steps into the bedroom area, you take notice of the blood staining the coat on her backside and legs.
"Oh princess, I believe you could use another bath."
>Examining herself she spies the blood and looks ready to faint.
>Then she does it anyway.
>With a sigh you turn on the hot water to wash away the ice and blood from tub.
>Once the last bits of pink swirl down the drain you walk over to the still unconscious princess and start dragging her back into the bathroom and into the tub.
>As the water begins running down her coat she starts coming around when you begin rubbing shampoo into her coat.
>"Anonymous... We bucked up didn't we?"
"Probably yeah. You feel any pain besides the hangover? Because I woke up bloody too but it ain't mine."
>"Well. Now that you mention it I've got this uncomfortable pressure in my, um. You know."
>She wiggles her plot as she begins to blush.
"Princess. I know myself. If whatever happened last night involved tequila, the two of us are well passed the point of being mere acquaintances. Since you can't get a look, just turn around and let me see. Besides I need to clean out the blood before it stains.
>Taking a steady breath, Celestia stands and turns around to show you the goods.
"Oh fuck."
>Houston, we have a problem.
>Zig zagging halfway across her previously pristine pussy, is a crudely sewn in thread with a length hanging down from where it last exited her flesh.
>"A-Anonymous? I can feel your breath. What's going on back there?"
"Just hyperventilating. You said you felt the pressure inside tho?"
>"Yes. Would you be willing to, check inside?" her voice just above a whisper at the end.
>Despite being sewn up a bit, there's still enough wiggle room to get your hand through.
>Rinsing off your hand in the running water, you bring a finger tip to her entrance and slowly press into it.
>She hisses a bit at your intrusion but doesn't fight it.
>You slowly introduce a second finger and follow through with the others before you're able to slide them all in down to the knuckle.
>Celestia begins panting before she gets frustrated and bucks her hips backwards and down to your wrist.
>"Oh yes! That's what Molly likes."
>Lady in the streets, freak in the sheets? That explains how you must've gotten along so well with her last night.
"Who's Molly?"
>Suddenly her walls tighten around your wrist as what little color exists there drains from her face.
>"Do not concern yourself Anonymous. Now please, I do believe that's enough foreplay."
>With a skeptical look on your face you continue to press into Celestias vagina until you feel a solid object blocking your path.
"The fuck is this?"
>Grabbing hold of the strange object, you start pulling out your hand despite the tight grip of the Princess.
"Be a lot easier if you just relaxed."
>Celestias panting harder now with her tongue hanging out the front of her mouth (like the bitch she is.)
>Boner! Seriously not the time man.
>Swallowing her nerves along with a good bit of drool, Cellestia eases her grip and you're able to pull out with a squelching pop.
>In your hand sits a beautiful marquise cut gem that shines with a rainbow hue more extravagant than the princesses mane.
>"That's... That's the Diamond Dog Kings prized gem, the Rainbow Diamond. It's core is compromised of many different gems all encased in pure diamond. How did we ever come into possession of it?"
"I'm still trying to figure out how we got here and you wanna ask me how this ended up in her highnesses hind end? If I had to guess, I'd say we either won it in a poker game or more likely we jacked their ass like a looter in a riot considering where it was stashed."
>Sunbutt just sits in the tub, trying to process all this information before she asks, "Why would it be in there though?"
"I'm willing to take the blame on that one. See, back on Earth, if someone wanted to smuggle something like this into another country than one viable means of doing so is to wrap it up, stuff it in a mares naughty bits then sew it up shut since that  was how we would prevent urinary infections in a horse or something like that. I don't know I just saw it on TV once. We were so drunk I'm guessing I forgot to wrap it up and you passed out while I sewed you up and before I was done I put you in there. All things considered, I did a pretty good job, you probably bled that much from being too aroused when I did it."
>"WELL I never! That I would get off on such thing is just. Just. Preposterous!"
"Yeah? Well either way we should get to a real Doctor to patch you up and find a way to return th-."
>"NO!" Celestia cuts you off, "With that gem I could easily 'persuade' his majesty, Canus Rex, to any agreement I see fit. Yes. Anonymous," she turns her ass towards you and lifts her tail. "put it back."
>You can already tell this is gonna be a long day so instead of arguing you oblige her demand.
>Rinsing a ziploc and placing the gem inside it, you reinsert both your fist and the diamond inside her winking depths.
>"Yes! Give it to me!"
>You're not quite sure if she's talking about the diamond or your dick but once the diamond is back in place you only remove your hand just in case.
>"Now then, finish sewing it up."
>Oh god why?
"Are you sure about this?"
>"Yes, just like you said, we can play it off as a medical procedure and anyp0ny nosy enough to ask would be satisfied."
"I guess that makes sense. However, it's one thing playing Doctor when I'm wasted but I'm not entirely comfortable with this."
>"Oh? So you need something to take the edge off I take it? Very well then, nop0ny ever came to power without getting a little dirty along the way."
>In one elegant movement she exits the tub, and with a bit of magic, she has you laid out on the ground and your pants and boxers down to your knees.
"Uh, Princess Celestia-"
>She shushes you with a hoof.
>"Please, call me Celly."
>Nuzzling the half chub you got from her earlier display she quickly brings you to full mast. Then with a practiced perfection, she locks lips with the tip of your dick and slides them down and around your length until she reaches the base while your tip is lodged in her esophagus.
>A throaty moan shows her approval of your reach before she seals her lips tight around you and she starts to bob her head speedily up and down your dick much to your approval.
>She continues on like this for several minutes before you feel your balls tighten in anticipation of release.
>Sensing the heat rise in your nethers, Celestia begins to twist her head side to side as she comes down with each suck and you hold back the oncoming rush of fluid as best you can.
>Being so close to her prize, Celestia then begins to focus on your tip by suckling it noisily and using her tongue to play with the hole.
>Giving in to her whims, you finally begin to fire off spurt after spurt of your man milk into her open mouth and across her face.
>"So, still not comfortable with my request?"
>Shes got you there, even if you don't like it, you kinda owe her now.
"Fine, let me just get a shower in before we do this. Meanwhile, see if there's anything left to drink in those bottles. Little hair of the dog y'know?"
>After washing off the crusted blood and grime from your body, you exit the shower, retrieve your clothes minus the bloody shirt and walk out of the bathroom to find Cellestia sitting at a table, filling up a large flask with whatever drops of alcohol she can recover from the bottles on the floor.
>Once she's cleared the last bottle, the flask is full and she has a herself a full glass of tequila that she begins to nurse while floating the flask over to you.
>Taking a healthy swig of the liquor, you sigh happily as the familiar burn works its way down your throat.
"No wonder they don't share this stuff. It reminds me of home."
>"Well it reminds me that we need to get rid of this evidence." with a burst of light from her horn, all the incriminating bottles vanish into thin air.
"Nice. Where'd you put 'em?"
>"Oh you know, I just banished them. To the sun."
>Now that, is convenient.
"Alrighty then. I'm feeling a slight buzz and my hands have stopped shaking so I think I'm ready to begin. How about you?"
>Celestia knocks back the rest of her drink in order to steel herself for the operation.
>"Ahhh! That's definitely the good stuff. Very well my most faithful monkey, let's begin then."
>Making your way back into the restroom, Celestia returns to the tub and as you kneel behind her and take a clean needle out of the medical kit that was in the medicine cabinet.
>Biting down on a towel, Celestia nods her head to signal your start and you begin to sew the thread through her vaginal lips once again, following the pattern you had previously started.
>She yelped each time you pierced her quivering flesh and moaned as you drew the thread out and tightened it.
>Being mostly sober you're able to finish the procedure rather quickly and cleanly with far less bleeding than last night would've indicated necessary.
>Rinsing the new stitches out under the shower head until the bleeding stops, you realize that this will indeed be a long day.
"Fuck my life."

End Act 1