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- >Day RariBerry in Equestria.
- >Today you're going out with the Mane Six to celebrate.
- >You're not sure what you're celebrating exactly...
- >But Pinkie said there'd be an open bar, so you're in.
- >You go downstairs and pour yourself a bowl of Cheerilee-O's.
- >Surprisingly, you aren't interrupted by Jaundice Timid.
- >Maybe today will be a good day after all.
- >After breakfast, you take your 10:14 shit and follow up with a shower.
- >You're just getting out of the shower when you hear a soft knocking at your door.
- >You meander to your closet and survey your fine choices of apparel.
- >You pick out a pair of jeans and a T-shirt among the four identical copies of the same clothes.
- >You're about to walk out of the room to answer the door when you're reminded of something.
- Oh man, I almost forgot...
- >You walk over to your dresser and select your finest "fuck off" face.
- >Only the best for Fluttershy.
- >You walk to your door, take a deep breath, and yank it open.
- FLUTTERSHY! FOR THE LAST TIME, I SAID-
- >You stop mid-sentence and blink several times.
- >All of the Mane Six are standing in your doorway, manes blown back cartoonishly.
- >"Well, I never..." Rarity scoffs, immediately turning her attention to fixing her mane.
- >Twilight stares blankly for a moment. "What was that all about?"
- >Pinkie pipes up. "Raritan must be REALLY happy to see Fluttershy." She smiles.
- Girls, I'm so sorry...
- >You quickly remove your face and go to retrieve a friendlier one.
- >That face when you have no face.
- >You decide to quickly pencil in a smilie face instead.
- >You return to the door hastily.
- What are you all even doing here?
- >Pinkie pops up next to you. "We're here to pick you up for the party, silly."
- It's 11 am...
- >"I know! We're late already!"
- >You follow the girls to one of the local bars.
- >You hadn't really been in the bar scene in P0nyville lately.
- >You'd used all your bits repaying Mr. Nook for your newest house upgrade.
- >The girls assure you that the place is up to par.
- >It looks fancy enough for you.
- >The seven of you all sidle up to a booth and take a seat.
- >AJ, Twilight, and Pinkie are opposite you, Rainbow, Rarity, and...
- >Of fucking course.
- >Fluttershy.
- I'll go get the drinks.
- >You stand, anything to get away from Flutter.
- >You walk up to the bar, ordering a round of cider for your table.
- >"Shounds lahyk somep0ny can really *hic* put 'em dowhn."
- >A purple-coated mare swivels on her bar stool to look at you.
- >She turns too hard and nearly falls off.
- >Reflexively, you grab her and keep her from crashing onto the floor.
- >Being this close, you get a whiff of her hair.
- >She smells like wildberries...
- >"Ahnd so *hic* strong too..."
- >Her breath could make an Irishman jealous.
- >The ponies here really start early.
- >It's 5 o' clock somewhere, you guess.
- >You set her back upright and she grins seductively at you.
- >At least, you think that's what she's trying to do.
- >"You're *hic* qywite the hannsome stallion, there..."
- >You can't help but grin at her statement.
- >Her vision's so blurred, she thinks you're a pony.
- I'm not a stallion. I'm a human named Raritan. I have hands, see?
- >You reach over to her and pat her head.
- >She seems startled, but lets you continue.
- >The bar-stallion finally finishes filling your order.
- Better get these back.
- >You take your drinks and walk to back to the table.
- >Hours pass.
- >You've been drinking like a horse led to water.
- >Which is sort of similar to what actually happened.
- >Only completely different.
- >Whatever. It doesn't matter.
- >You're having a great time.
- >Even despite Fluttershy's constant attempts to whisper fetishes in your ear.
- >Rainbow is passed out from attempting to keep up with AJ in a drinking contest, as usual.
- >Applejack looks pretty buzzed from the endeavor, but that p0ny sure can hold her liquor.
- >Rarity switched to red wine long ago, mentioning something about a cider-stomach.
- >Twilight is calculating her blood-alcohol content so she can be the Designated Walker.
- >Pinkie just keeps downing wine coolers. Must be something about earth p0nies...
- >And Fluttershy...
- >Ooohoohoo Fluttershy...
- >She's an absolute wreck.
- >She's been leaning against you for the past hour.
- >Not like that, in itself, as any different from normal.
- >Except that now she's clearly doing it so that she doesn't fall over.
- >She keeps mumbling about getting you out of your clothes and into bed.
- >But she's in no state to do anything to you.
- >As for you, you're feeling pretty sloshed yourself.
- >Your muddled mind wanders back to the mare at the bar.
- >She's still there, guzzling whole bottles of wine at a time.
- >She must live in a perpetually inebriated state.
- >You can't help but be reminded of the girl you were crushing on back home.
- >Oddly enough, she tended to wear purple too...
- >You shake your head in an attempt to settle your thoughts.
- >Stop it, Raritan. She's a pony.
- >But... she was so soft...
- >But she's a horse...
- >But... that smell...
- >You're jerked out of your train of thought by the bar-stallion calling out.
- >"Last call! Last call, eveyp0ny!"
- >Twilight looks up and surveys your group. "Looks like it's time to get going."
- I'm just gonna grab one more...
- >You push Fluttershy over onto Rainbow and she slumps down.
- >You stand up shakily and wobble over to the bar.
- One more, fer the road.
- >The mulberry mare turns to you once again.
- >"Mhy hannnssome stahllion hazz *hic* returnned."
- >You give her a smile and take a swig of the mug the bar-stallion places in front of you.
- >She leans over close to you as you drink.
- >Celestia, she smells like delicious pop-tarts.
- >"Wat would ah hanshom stallion lihke yourself say to *hic* walking ah girl home?"
- >She breathes hotly into your ear.
- >Sold!
- >You down your drink and hold your arm out for her to take.
- >She glugs down the rest of her wine and rests a hoof at your elbow.
- >Twilight has corralled the girls over by the door and looks back at you. "You coming?"
- You guys go on ahead.
- >In no time you've arrived at the mare's house.
- >You realize that you never learned her name.
- >You walk up to one in a row of houses. "Thish is *hic* me."
- >You're not quite sure what to do now as you watch her fumble to open the door.
- Well... it was nice meeting you...
- >In a motion quite unbefitting her drunken state, she grabs your pant leg nimbly.
- >"It's Berry *hic* an you an those *hic* hannnds of yours are comming inside..."
- >She pulls you forcefully into her home.
- >You're confused, and part of you is scared.
- >But another part, mostly your lower half, complies and moves in step with her.
- >She leads you to her couch and pushes you into a sitting position.
- >Immediately, she's on your lap and licking your neck, breathing warmly along it.
- >"Rarrritaaaaaaaan..." she moans softly.
- >Your body betrays you and your hands move along her body down to her flank.
- >She gasps as you squeeze the area near her cutie mark.
- >You can feel your body temperature rise as Berry begins nipping at your collar bones.
- >She suckles at your shoulder but then leans back to catch your gaze.
- >She slides off your lap and onto her back. "Raritan... ruhb my *hic* belly..."
- >You're too drunk and in-the-moment to care about the fact that she's a p0ny.
- >You comply and lean over her, resting one hand on the couch next to her head and the other on her chest.
- >You start to rub her coat in circles.
- >She squirms a bit under your touch and pants softly. "Lower..."
- >You eagerly heed her command and move your hand south.
- >Here her coat is thinner and you can get a greater sense of her warm skin.
- >You move your hand from left to right.
- >You can hear the faint sloshing of liquid from within her stomach.
- >Good. Gravy...
- >Berry is kicking her hooves lightly and small whimpers escape her muzzle.
- >Your cock is attempting to bore its way through your pants.
- >"Mmmmnnn... Raritahnnn..." She looks up at you with half-lidded eyes.
- >"Rhut me..."
- >You don't need to be told twice.
- >Your clothes rocket off like fireworks, settling into heaps on the floor.
- >You press your cock against her wet marehood and slide it along her lips.
- >It's been so long since you've felt something like this.
- >Your body might melt here and now.
- >Berry gasps, reveling in the sensation as well.
- >No! You're a gentleman. And you're going to last long enough to show her.
- >You line up your drive and take a swing.
- >You plunge yourself deep inside her.
- >Berry moans and shivers.
- >Hole in one!
- >Her wet walls slide along your shaft as her pussy clenches down on your man meat.
- >You start going to work, moving your hips in time with her contractions.
- >You start to pant and grunt.
- >Berry compliments with moaning and gasping.
- >"Mmmph... sho gooood... Pull my taaail!"
- >Her wish is your command.
- >You reach your hand behind you and search the padded cushion for your prize.
- >Feeling a silky object brush by your hand, you grab it and pull.
- >Hard.
- >Berry erupts in pleasure. "Rarrritaaaaaaaaaaan..."
- >Hearing her call your name nearly sends you over the edge.
- >You continue yanking on her tail as you assault her cave with your little explorer.
- Berry, I'm gonna...
- >"Cum inshide!" she moans. "Let's make fhoals togetherrrr."
- >At her command, the two of you cum and you collapse on top of her.
- >After a few moments, you regain your strength and lift yourself up.
- >Berry has passed out from the experience.
- >You sit up and catch a glimpse of something at the window.
- >It's Fluttershy, and she's crying her eyes out.
- >You smirk and lay down next to Berry, cuddling with her.
- >Silly Fluttershy.
- >She'll never figure out that your fetish is consensual sex in the missionary position for the sole purpose of procreation.
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