Drinking the Punch

>Day PARTY in Equestria
>You’re burnin’ down the house with half the ponies in Ponyville
>Pinkie Pie’s grinding against an amused and inebriated Rainbow Dash,
>and similar scenes play out throughout the town square,
>as Vinyl Scratch herself drops sick beats over the festive night air
>Man, this punch is fucking delicious as fuck
>Some sort of berry concoction, you can make out raspberry, blueberry,
>strawberry, and a hint of cherry in the warm beverage
>it’s also either been fermented or mixed with something,
>judging by your own swaying gait and the behavior of the ponies around you
>you stumble over to the snack table to see an interesting sight – the punch bowl’s gone.
>That’s a bit strange. You’re really thirsty, so when you see a trail of dripping pink fluid leading off from the table,
>you instinctively follow it, thinking to give the punch thief a piece of your fist
>you head into a back alley and see a door ajar in one of the businesses, where the punch trail also terminates
>Certain you’ve found your target, you tiptoe up to the door, and hear a most unusual noise –
>the distinctive wet, squelchy slapping of flesh, as if someone were pleasuring themselves or making love
>What the fuck is going on? You wonder, as you crack the door open further to take a look
>You see a magenta covered mare hunching on her hind legs above an empty glass bowl,
>and though she’s facing away, you’re certain she is rubbing her crotch directly over the glass punch bowl
>you can slightly make out a strawberry and possibly grape vine on her flank. Berry Punch.
>She speeds up her tempo and utters a low moan as a jet of light-purple cum squirts into the bowl,
>and she grabs a wall to catch herself while never fully ceasing her masturbation
>What fuckery is this
>You step inside and slam the door shut, loudly.
>”AAAaah!” she darts around, looking from you to to the bowl to her cum-slicked hoof, silent and wide-eyed
“What the hell are you doing?”
>”I-I-I… the punch… it’s…”
>Oh my god, what the hell is she implying
>Before she finishes her frightened stammering, you stride up to her and grab her wet hoof in your hands
>Taking a slow, languid lick that sends a shiver through the mare’s body, you’re certain of it –
>you and all your friends have been drinking Berry Punch’s concentrated, alcoholic ejaculate all night
>You stare into her eyes, piercing her very being
>”P-please, Anon, don’t te-“
>You grab her by the back of the head and slam your tongue into her mouth,
>drunkenly roving through this delicious mare’s throat as you indulge in her sweet and tangy taste
>Before she has a chance to react, you pull off, the panting pony in utter shock
“I won’t tell anyone…”
>You get on your knees.
“But, Berry, can I get it from the tap?”
>The confusion on her face slowly melds into a look of giddy glee
>She takes the back of your head and pushes it into her crotch as you shove your mouth between her thighs –
>you’re supporting her standing completely, and she nearly buckles,
>bending forwards over  you while her hooves grip your hair as best they can
>For your part,  you’re roving around her folds like a child lost in cotton candy,
>slurping up the lightly-tangy ‘punch’ as it dribbles onto your tongue
>For several dozen blissful seconds, you only feel the pony tremble at your drinking,
>so you grab her by the rump and force her pussy harder into your face,
>intent on rewarding this very special mare for your wonderful beverage
>homing in on her clitoris, you strike at it consistently, before drawing it into your mouth and suckling like a teeny-tiny dick,
>and as you increase your pace the poor girl nearly loses her mind,
>practically screaming in the empty back room
>as you assault her love-button with the force of your kissing and suckling
>You can feel the telltale trembling, and furiously ratchet up the pace for several agonizing seconds,
>and just before you know she’ll climax, you shift down and take your entire mouth over her cunt,
>as a veritable flood of Berry Punch’s ‘berry punch’ coats your tongue and spills down your throat,
>over your mouth, though you’re diligent and dutiful in swallowing as much of your delicious drink as you can
>Once you’ve licked Berry Punch completely clean of her cum, you let her down to the ground,
>petting her hair while she coos in post-coital stupor, as well as intoxication
>Her eyes focus on you for a brief second.
>”A-Anonymous?”
“Yes, Berry Punch?”
>”I-I was gonna refill the punch bowl…”
“Well, baby, I’m sure I can help you  out with that.”