Drunk with Rainbow Dash (NOT MINE)

>It's Friday night
>You don't have shit to do
>Feeling down on your luck
>Swing by the Crab Shack
>A cheap stripper bar in the trailer trash part of town
>Not much is interesting at first
>A couple of ponies in lingerie on the stage
>Full house, as far as audience goes
>Typical redneck crowd
>Including that hick Applejack and her loud, camo-clad crew
>Man, you need to get your sorry ass a drink
>Go to the half-occupied bar
>A friendly dreadlocked pony is behind the counter
>"Hey Earl, what'll it be?" he says to a man with the mustache of a God
>He gets to you and asks the same question
>Double shot of bottom-shelf bourbon
>Actually man, leave the bottle
>Entertain yourself with liquor and the whore show for a little while
>Suddenly, a sporty cyan pegasus takes a seat on the stool next to you

>She hardly acknowledges you at first
>Just a playful hello and a nod
>Seems kind of upset
>Watching the poles, leaning and resting her head on one hoof
>She gets right down to business
>"Hey Crabhorse, gimme a double shot of that cheap ass bourbon, wouldja?"
>(Thinking, this mare is mah nigga)
>"Mayne sure thing, R.D.!"
>"Oh and leave the bottle, too."
>Continue to watch the whore poles
>So does this mare, who seems very entertained by it for being a mare

>You're in such a shitty state of mild depression, it doesn't come across your mind to hit on her at first
>But she is attractive
>Slender, but with slightly curvy hips
>Fit, firm muscles
>Namely in the buttocks, you notice as your eyes trail down her backside
>Definitely an athlete
>Sleek, shiny coat
>Round, plump ass, though
>Not a squishy bubble butt like that best horse FLuttershy
>But oh, do you want.

>Your sorrows are about drowned in bourbon now
>You've had about enough of all this
>Probably time to go home and sleep or something
>As you stand up, the blue mare looks over
>"Hey straight shooter, stay here a while! Drink up" she says with a loose smile, pouring a few ounces of her bourbon into your cup
>Eh, why not. You sit your ass back down.
>She notices your bottle, and that you were drinking the same thing prior to this
>"Here's to ccccheap bourbon, sweatheart" she exclaims, raising her glass to *clink* with the one in your hand before throwing back her rainbow mane and pouring the liquor straight down her throat


>Man, this babe really puts down the booze
>Judging by how full the bottle was before, she must have had at least eight ounces of bourbon thus far
>You proceed to engage in small talk
>Just basic shit about your lives
>Her name is Rainbow Dash, and she is indeed an athlete
>She mentioned this after you told her she had such a nice figure
>She's a bottom bitch on the Wonderbolts training squad
>But she says she's working hard to move up
>You actually enjoy this
>For the first time in a while, you enjoy the idea of social drinking
>Time wears on, it's about 11 P.M.
>She has had at least five more ounces of bourbon
>You are surprised that for a mare this petite, she isn't even close to passed out after all this alcohol
>Must have a pretty hefty tolerence

>"Hey Dash, how do you hold your alcohol so well?"
>"Anon, I kinda got a preeeeety big drinking problem" she says with a grin and chuckle
>"I guess I'm just used to it by now"
>She is swaying back and forth on her stool, in precarious danger of drunkenly falling over
>"I mean...I try to like not do it and stuff, but I just...I need to...survive". She has a more serious expression and tone
>"But you don't, Dash. You could work even harder if you quit drinking."
>"OH, so I don't work hard enough, huh?!"
>"Nonono, that's not what I meant. I'm just saying it's holding you down."
>"I know, buuuut like..."
>She trails off and falls over
>You save her from landing on the ground with a hasty embrace

>You catch her form in both arms
>Maybe it's just the alcohol in you, but she is really cuddle-able
>"Hehe...thanks Anon..."she's looking straight into your eyes and turning a little red on the cheeks
>She doesn't even bother to get away from your embrace at all
>It is 1:32 A.M.
>Damn, you talked a while
>"Hey Anon...I had a whole bottle of Oxycontin before I got here"
>Wait, timeout
>Before you can respond, she starts to seize up in your arms
>She tenses up, glaring at the ceiling with empty, glassy eyes
>Shit
>SHIT
>You got this
>You're Red Cross certified in CPR
>Your lips, her lips. Now.

>You quickly but gently lay her on the ground
>Others are starting to take notice of this incident
>You put your mouth to hers
>Even though you're trying to save a life here, you can't help but take notice of the inviting warmth and moisture on your tongue and lips
>Breathe out. 1 one thousand, 2 one thousand
>Wait a minute
>Her pulse is perfectly average
>And her tongue is moving
>Swirling around the insides of your mouth
>You break away after a few seconds
>"Gotcha."