Berry Punch Makes Some Alcohol

>”I’m tellin’ you, he’s real!”
>”I don’ know whash yer talkin’ about! How can a monk- mon-mon, er, monkey have a green facesh!”
>”He isn’t a monkey, you drunken horse! He has t-these things called fingers…”
>The bar was quite busy that evening.
>As usual, Lyra and Berry Punch were having some argument about some banal subject.
>Nurse Redheart was nursing a small glass of wine, regretting her choice in drinking buddy.
>Lyra was nice, sure. However, she was prone to making a scene in public.
>Usually it involved some new obsession of Lyra’s. Typically, as it would seem, thinly veiled sexual fantasies.
>BonBon did a good job keeping Lyra in check but she couldn’t come this evening, leaving the nurse to play the role of babysitter.
>Redheart sighed. She finished the rest of her wine in one go and got off her seat.
“I’ll be right back, Lyra. I have to go to the little mare’s room.”
>”I ams telling youuuu… you are full of it! You jush are… are full of dirty monkey hands!”
>”You take that back you SKANK!”
>Redheart didn’t go into the mare’s room. Instead, she took a quick step outside into the cold.
>The streets were mostly empty except the glow of the signs around the bar district of Ponyville.
>She was happy to be away from the arguing and drunken mares.
>Free for her thoughts to roam, she was starting to feel the wine she had just finished.
>The cold night seemed to fade and her thoughts went to more private desires.
>She knew she wouldn’t be staying at the bar much longer, but still wanted to have some fun.
>She remembered her growing need to pee.

”Ah, yes… heheh…”
>The mare began to blush, probably due more to her plan for that night than the drink. She walked back int-
WHAM
>The door from the bar shot open, throwing Redheart on the floor. She looked over from her heap, seeing only the rump of a quickly running Lyra getting smaller.
>”Bon Bon… you owe me for this.”
>The now very annoyed Redheart got up, returning to her seat, hoping for some sorta explanation.
>Instead, the bartender, Mac, was busy yelling up a storm.
>Some poor employee was mopping up a bunch of broken glass and spilled cider.
>Patrons were looking on wide eyed, a bit worried.
“Damnit Lyra! You stupid horse! Hey, Mac! What happened?”
>The Pegasus smacked his face with a hoof.
>”I don’t know. I just saw a flash of magic and then all this glass and booze…”
”Did you see where Lyra went?”
>”I think she left with that drunken Berry… Hey, make sure you tell Lyra she isn’t welcome back until she pays for this.”
“She… SHE DITCHED ME FOR THAT DRUNKARD!?”
>The pony cleaning up the glass stopped cleaning.
>”Hey, we could play a drinking game together after my shift! Could be a lot of fun.”
>The nurse and barkeep both gave him disapproving looks.
>”Er, I’ll just keep cleaning.”
>Redheart was ready to storm out when she noticed a bottle of wine on her seat.
“Ah, looks like she at least left me a gift for my trouble…”
“Maybe tonight isn’t wasted after all…”
>She left the bar, feeling the pressure building up in her bladder even more.

>Minutes earlier…
>”THAT’S IT! I AM DONE WITH YOU!”
>A zap of magic flashed out of Lyra’s horn, blasting the unsuspecting Berry directly.
>A large flash of magic lights and sparkles flooded the bar.
>Then, as the surprise died down, Lyra saw her mistake.
>What was supposed to be a simple spell to drench Berry in conjured wine had some unforeseen consequences.
>Where a pony used to be, there was now only a bottle of alcohol.
>Berry Punch: 100 Proof
>Lyra panicked, turning around, and sprinted out of the bar…

>By the time Redheart made it home she was beginning to show signs of desperation.
>She’d give her leg a little hop and push her thighs together.
>She went straight to her bedroom, stopping only to lock her front door.
>Gently tossing the bottle of wine onto her bed, she opened the closet.
>She brought out a large package and a bottle of foal powder.
>She ripped open the bag, pulling out a thick, white rectangle.
>By now she was hopping and dancing to hold her aching bladder.
>The crinkly square folded out onto her bed.
>Redheart hopped back onto the diaper, taking time to quite thoroughly powder her rump.
“Ah… I need to hurry…”
>She quickly taped the diaper up; making sure it was extra snug in anticipation for a large wetting.
>Her diaper secure, she rolled over and grabbed the bottle of Berry Punch.
“Hehhe… bottoms up!”
>The heavily blushing pony popped the top of the bottle, taking a hard, long drink.
“AH! Oh Celestia, this is STRONG!”
>A loud hissing filled the room.
“Mmmmm… Ah, I guess you didn’t COMPLETELY ruin my night, Lyra.”
>She took another drink, her diaper still swelling and growing warm.
>She rolled up to her pillows and hugged a few tightly into her chest.
“Ooh… thish is good… I am gonna have to buy some more of this.”
>The nurse rolled around, happily giggling, still releasing her once engorged bladder.
>Finally she was done, sighing contently; her snout buried in the warm comfort of her numerous pillows.
>A grin grew on her face.

>She finished the rest of the alcohol with one final chug.
“Ahhhh! Thish ish makin’ me feel really… nice ‘n warm. hehheheh”
>Redheart was awash in a sea of gentle, warm buzzing, and soft, squishy crinkles.
>She could almost feel the drink sloshing around her bladder and inside her stomach.
>The drink was really getting to her and she wanted to have some fun.
>Her rhythmic motions started slow at first.
>Her hips gently rocked into the pillow she was hugging.
>Soon, however, they became faster and a bit deeper.
“Ah~”
>Her inhibitions fully gone, she let her body use the diaper for its intended purpose.
“Unngh~”
>A solid mass and wet warmth spread across her backside, pulling the diaper firmly against her sensitive parts.
>This made the grinding into the pillow only more pleasurable.
>The thrusts became harder and faster.
>She panted and moaned, biting onto the pillow and pulling her head back.
>It was almost like the diaper was squishing itself into her.
“Ahhh!~”
>With a few final deep and erratic thrusts she was put over the edge.
>She tensed up, the warm dizziness of the alcohol and the orgasm causing her to nearly lose consciousness.
>Finally the intensity subsided, and Redheart fell down into her pile of warm and drool soaked pillows.
>She fell into a deep and peaceful slumber, safe in knowing her diaper was protecting her from any accidents.

>You are now just a bottle of booze.
>Well, at least that’s what all the ponies in town have told her.
>This time, however, she really WAS a bottle of booze.
>Suddenly becoming 100 proof was giving her a really good buzz. If only it wasn’t so weak she might have even been drunk.
>But she would have liked that too much.
>All things considered, Berry wasn’t too upset at her current situation.
>She was intoxicated, didn’t have to pay for it, and in an odd way, got free booze.
>The only problem was that she couldn’t move or speak, just gently slosh around the inside of the bottle.
“Sheleshtia… ohoho, dis ish good…”
>She would have said, given she had a mouth.
>While enjoying being what she so loved, Berry finally noticed that she was now being carried away.
>Lyra’s friend, the nurse, had taken her.
>Well, Berry couldn’t complain. She was sure she’d be taken to Twilight’s library to get transformed back or something.
>She enjoyed the dizzy sloshing.
>Then, as soon as it began, it seemed to end. She was now plopped on top of a bed.
“Well thish is weird…”
>Her buzz was starting to fade and she could start making out where she was.
>A bed room.
>And… huh, is that a hoof picking her up?
“OW!”
>She thought, as her cork was so disrespectfully pulled out!
>Then she realized what was happening.
“AHH! Celestia help me! I’ll never drink again!”
>But it was too late. She saw the waiting teeth of the nurse.
>Zhe flowed over the tongue and down the long throat before settling in a dark, warm, and sloshy place.

>She might not have minded, but she could feel her drunkenness leave her quickly.
>Clearly this pony drank her and was absorbing the booze she spent all night drinking!
>A bit angry, she started doing her best to slosh around.
>It didn’t do anything but she kept trying.
>This was the worst possible thing. She was COMPLETELY sober.
>The warm and sticky walls gurgled and gently undulated.
>She lost herself in the rhythmic motions.
>It felt like she was getting smaller but wider at the same time.
>After a few hours, Berry felt like her place had moved.
>Now she was in a much smaller place.
>She began sloshing some more, trying to get a feel of it.
>The walls felt tight, not soft and wavy like the last place.
>But then…
>She was flowing out somewhere at a high speed!
>She couldn’t believe it… ponies told her she smelled like piss before, but this was ridiculous!
>After the flowing feeling stopped she collected her wits.
>Instead of her liquidy sorta feeling she now felt a bit thicker.
>A bit squishier.
>And a bit smellier.
>And utterly sober.
>She just hoped she hadn’t ended up in the toilet. Last time that happened she couldn’t get the smell out for a week.
>Feeling heavy and exhausted, her new consciousness faded.

>It was another beautiful day in Equestria.
>Celestia’s sun shined through the window, illuminating the smiling and still sleeping Redheart.
>Her eyes stirred and opened. She took in the sun and started stretching a bit.
>She rolled over, sighing contently.
>But half way through the roll her lower body didn’t follow.
>Throwing the bed sheets off of her she saw what was stopping her.
>Her diaper had grown to a MASSIVE size.
“W-wow… these new diapers really ARE the most absorbent!”
>The nurse, in a bit of a hungover state, rolled back over into her pillows.
>She became flushed.
“Ah… I think I know what can help my headache.”
“I guess one more time won’t be too much…”
>The nurse decided for a repeat of the last night’s activities.
>She shoved her face into the pillows, beginning to rhythmically grind the massive diaper into the bed.

“Oh… it’s so squishy… I… ungh~”
>She bucked deeper and deeper but still could find no bottom.
>Her loins felt like they were sinking into a sea of squishy pleasure.
“unf~”
>She reached back with her forehooves, pushing the diaper even deeper into herself.
>She was thrusting harder and faster than she ever had before.
>The diaper felt like it was helping her, moving at its own will.
>Finally, with one last push, she bit down onto her pillow and felt her entire body turn white.
>Her eyes rolled back, she moaned, and felt her juices flood the diaper, warming it back up.
>Finally, after what felt like an eternity in pleasure bordering on painfully intense, she relaxed.
>She collapsed back in the bed, panting and gasping.
>Feeling more satisfied than she had in years, she finally rolled over, forcing the diaper to follow along.
>However, at the end of the roll, the tapes popped, causing the diaper to plop back.
>The nurse panicked, and threw off her sheets to make sure that she wouldn’t dirty the fabric.
>What she saw under the sheets made her freeze up.
>A sticky, warm mass of wine-colored goo lay in her diaper, engulfing her nethers
>Redheart watched in worried curiosity as the goo began to move, twisting itself into a new shape
>A pony's head emerged from the blob, complete with a gooey mane, sculpted into a familiar style
>”Ungh… hey, that tasted awful. Can I get some vodka instead?”
>The nurse screamed.