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- >be you
- >working min-wage job at Hot Dog Emperor
- >should've gone to college, ya dummy
- >can't keep these hotdogs in the warming tray any longer
- >into the trash they go
- >the bin's full but nobody took it out
- >lazy nignog coworkers
- >drag it outside and over to the dumpster you share with all the other businesses
- >heave that shit
- >you hear a little yelp and a sniffle
- >what, is your dumpster sentient now?
- >swear to god, they'll give anything a personality these days
- >lift the lid back up and peek inside
- >wat
- >blueish pony sitting on a pile of pizza boxes and trash
- >she looks like she's... translucent?
- >you can totally see some sort of brown liquid sloshing inside her
- >she brushes her mane aside, smearing some of the ketchup and mustard on her hoof across her forehead
- "...the fuuuuuuuck is this?"
- >she looks up at you and lets out another sniffle
- >jeez, it looks close to tears
- >this probably counts as animal abuse or something
- "People are assholes,"
- >you mutter and turn over the trash can
- >you hop up on it and lean over the side, grabbing the thing around the middle
- >being grabbed seems to surprise it and it looks back up at you confused
- >it's warm and radiating its own heat
- >like when you leave glass in the sun for too long
- >shit, heavy, too
- "C'mere, come on out."
- >she picks up on what you're trying to do and hops toward you, putting her hooves around your neck
- >lose your balance and fall off the trashcan
- >great, now you're covered in grease and ketchup and shit
- >ugh
- >bring it over to the side of the building
- "Hold still, girl. Let's get clean,"
- >you turn on the spigot and wash the grime off of it and you
- >she just looks at you, looking grateful but wary
- >when you're all done you give her a pat on the head
- >turn to go back inside
- >she starts following you cautiously, a little layer of bubbles forming in her with each step
- >you try to close the door on her
- >she stops, looking even more dejected than when you first saw her
- >"ANON! WE GOTS A RUSH, GET YO' ASS IN HERE!"
- >she just stares up at you, watching
- >...eh, y'know what?
- >fuck those roody-poos
- >you dig in your pockets for your keys and walk over to your car
- "C'mon, pony-thing."
- >she follows, still cautious, each step making a little clinking sound
- >you open the back door and pat the seat
- >her face splits into a huge appreciative grin as she hops inside, exploring the tiny confines of your car excitedly
- "Stay here, we'll figure something out after work, 'kay girl?"
- >you roll down the window
- >yes, manually roll
- >your car is old as shit
- >she doesn't seem to mind, her tail swishing as she turns back around and stares at you
- >what, is she crying?
- >"Ohmygosh, thank you!"
- >oh
- >oh god it can talk
- >you blink a few times
- "W... what?"
- >she hops up a bit and hugs you, brown tears running down her cheeks as she squeezes you
- >"Thank you so much! I... wow..."
- >she sniffs, rubbing her nose with a hoof
- >"You're like the nicest person I've ever met!"
- >she sniffles again, finally letting you go
- >"ANON! BEST GIT YO NONDESCRIPT ASS BACK IN HURR OR YOU FIRED!"
- >shit
- >that's the manager
- "N...no problem? Uh, listen, we should talk. Since you can talk apparently."
- >you look over your shoulder and grimace
- "Like, after work."
- >she giggles and nods, then bounces to the other side of the back seat, before laying down
- >"Okidoke. Thanks again, by the way, mister."
- "Yeah, no problem, um... do you have a name?"
- >"I'm New Coke."
- >...
- >that might be why she was in the garbage when you found her
- >well, nothing for it now
- >you nod and close the door, running back inside before your boss goes full monkey rage on you
- >guess you'll have to figure out what the fuck is going on after work
- >On your way back inside, you wipe your cheek
- >New Coke left some tears on your face when she hugged you
- "..."
- >everyone always makes jokes about that failed soda rebranding thing from the 80's
- >you wonder to yourself for a second
- >then lick your hand
- >yes
- >her tears are delicious
- >praise da lawd, work is done
- >fuck your manager, fuck Jamal, fuck Tyrone, fuck Chaniqua, fuck Yolanda, and FUCK Bradley
- >you make your way out to your car
- >New Coke is sitting in your back seat, curled up with her eyes closed
- >now that she's not covered in marinara and filth, you can see that she really is see-through
- >you notice she's "fuller" than she was when you pulled her out of the trash
- >you also notice a cut in her body in the middle of her back
- >well, looking closer, it's more of a chip
- >poor gal
- >pop the driver's side door and climb in
- >her head shoots up as soon as your door opens
- >she smiles so wide you'd swear her cheeks were touching behind her head
- >"Oh, you're back! Hi! Um, I... I cleaned up your car a little, is that okay? I didn't know whether that was okay, I hope it's okay!"
- >you look into the back seat
- >oh hey
- >you can see the floor mats again
- >and the passenger's seat is a seat instead of a pile of wrappers and bottles and such
- >all that's left is a couple to-go bags full of the other trash and tied up
- >huh
- >well, your good deed for the day has already paid for itself
- >you start the car
- "Oh, yeah yeah, better than okay. Hey, do you wanna sit up here? I kinda put you up in the backseat because I didn't know you were... uh..."
- >you trail off awkwardly
- >you didn't know what the hell she was
- >still don't, technically
- >"Oh, no, it's fine! Totally fine, you don't have to, I totally get it,"
- >she waves it off like it's nothing
- >you give her a little smile
- "You sure? My A/C doesn't work for shit, it's gonna be hot back there."
- >she looks at the cleared-off seat for a second
- >you roll your eyes and pat it
- "C'mon, hop up."
- >she beams again and crawls onto the center console and then into the seat
- >she plops down and a bunch of bubbles foam up to her neck
- >she opens her mouth and lets out a little
- >*buuurp!*
- >before clapping a hoof over her mouth
- >"Oh, sorry! That was rude, I'm sorry!"
- >you can't help but laugh
- >that wasn't bad
- >nothing compared to your friend Ogre back in high school, but not bad
- "Pffft, no, that was pretty good. But uh, calm down, huh? No need to keep apologizing."
- >"Oh, sorry, I'll stop!"
- >you give her a confused smile and pat the top of her head
- >back out, throw this bitch in drive and get the fuck away from work
- >headed from your shitty job to your shitty apartment
- >they give you a free meal at work, but after eight hours straight, you're starved
- >pull into Micky D's
- >sitting in the drive-thru
- >you turn the A/C on full blast and angle your vent at your face
- >shit that feels good
- >New Coke apparently shares your appreciation
- >she's got every vent she can reach pointed straight at her
- >tongue lolled out in relief as she basks in the Arctic hurricane she created
- >you drum your fingers on the steering wheel
- "So... uh... I'm going to be blunt about this. I know you're New Coke, but what the hell are you?"
- >she looks over at you and fans herself, still panting with her tongue out
- >man, that must feel amazing
- >"I'm a cola pony. I'm a pony and I'm fulla cola."
- >an awe-inspiring revelation
- >how could you have ever guessed
- "Rrrrrright, but where did you come from?"
- >"I'unno!"
- "Okay, then who're your parents?"
- >"Classic."
- "Classic and...?"
- >"Just Classic."
- "That's not how biology works."
- >is it?
- >do they reproduce by budding?
- >no, c'mon, that's ridiculous
- >"Sorry, I dunno! I just know I came from Classic."
- >you're about to refute this when the speaker crackles beside you
- >"WhckmaMdnads, Hmahserutduh?"
- "I'll have a Number 9 large, a Number 6 with extra dip,"
- >a Number 7, two Number 45's (one with cheese)
- "a large soda, and..."
- >you look over at her
- "You want anything? I'm buying."
- >obviously
- >what, is the animated glass pony full of soda going to carry a wallet?
- >she just shakes her head politely
- >"No, you don't have to, thanks!"
- >she looks down at the floorboards a second
- >"But... maybe some ice? I'm really hot still..."
- >weird, but sure
- "A cup full of ice."
- >"...uhcpflluvice?"
- >did you fucking stutter?
- "Yeah, cup full of ice. Like, biggest you got I guess."
- >"Ytotlisfrttnnntsven, please pull around to the second window."
- >you pull forward and dig out your wallet
- >she's staring at you again
- >your curiosity gets the better of you and you reach out and put a thumb on her forehead
- >she just watches, her eyes crossing slightly as they follow your hand
- >you slide your thumb down her and it lets out a dull little squeak
- >yep
- >glass, or close enough to count
- "...Simbaaa..."
- >you chuckle at your own joke
- >to your surprise, she laughs too
- "Really, though, if you're hungry later, don't blame me."
- >"Thanks, but I won't be, don't worry."
- >she gives you a little smile and you pull up to the window
- >fifteen dollars is highway robbery, but it beats trying to cook in your cramped-ass apartment
- >you pass her the cup full of ice and start unwrapping your burger
- >she pops the lid and starts crunching down on the ice
- >each mouthful she swallows you watch drop into her soda
- >when she's a third of the way done she leans her head back against the seat
- >"That's sooooo good... thank you... uh..."
- >the glass under her eyes turns a little pink
- >"Stupid, stupid New Coke... I'm so sorry, I was so excited I forgot to ask, what's your name?"
- >yeesh
- >she beats herself up like owes herself money
- "I'm Anonymous. Or just Anon. Whatever."
- >Thank you, Anonymous."
- >you shake your head
- >the nicest stuff you did for her when you assumed she was a weird-looking dog
- "Don't mention it."
- >you finish out the rest of the drive in silence and pull into the complex
- >dammit Ron, the spots are numbered for a reason
- >you park in a guest spot and unlock the shitty one-bed one-bath apartment
- >all this for $550 a month
- "Welcome to Chez Anon,"
- >you beckon her in and she obliges, each hooffall making a pleasant tink-ing noise as she trots
- >you flop down on your couch
- >time to enjoy them chickun strips
- >she lays down on the shitty linoleum floor and munches quietly on her ice
- >c'mon, what's her deal?
- >sit on the couch like a normal person
- >er, pony
- >...soda pony... thing
- "Hey, so... uh, again, blunt question. Why were you in the trash?"
- >she winces at that one
- >that was kind of insensitive
- >"I dunno. People just don't like me very much, I guess. Not as much as my mom, anyway."
- >huh
- >well, if her tears were anything to go on, you like New Coke just fine
- >it's sweeter than regular coke, but not bad
- >maybe you're one of those weirdos who likes it
- >or maybe you just didn't buy into the marketing hype that Pepsi threw down
- >either way
- "Eh, some people just have shit taste."
- >she chews up the last mouthful of ice
- >sticking her nose down into the cup to get a few stray chips
- >she looks up with the cup stuck on her nose
- >she shakes her head a little trying to get it off
- >damnthat'scute.jpg
- "Was that enough ice? I've got more."
- >"No, I couldn't, thank you though!"
- "Is that an actual no, or a polite no?"
- >you finish off the last chicken strip and wander to the freezer
- >she follows you over, using a hoof to bat the cup off her snout
- >you grab a couple of cubes and bend down, offering to drop them in the cup
- >instead she reaches out and gently takes a couple with her mouth
- >her lips and tongue tickling your palm as she does
- >not what you were going for, but sure
- >she smiles and nuzzles against your now-empty hand
- >"Thanks, Anon."
- "Uh... no problem?"
- >she giggles and you pop open the fridge door
- >she just stands there, enjoying the cold feeling rolling out from it
- >hmm
- >eh, she seems more like a soda than a living thing
- "Hey... if I cleared all this shit out, would you like to cool off in here?"
- >her ears perk up and she looks up at you surprised
- >"You'd do that? Yeah, thanks Anon, that'd be great!"
- >it's just a few boxes of leftovers, filly
- >hell, you toss out half of them
- >not exactly climbing Everest
- "Ugh... shoulda grabbed a 12-pack while I was out."
- >"Why, are you thirsty?"
- >nah, you like to have a dozen sodas in your fridge in case of medical emergencies
- >obviously you're thirsty
- "Eh, a little bit."
- >you bend down to move the last styrofoam to-go box off the bottom shelf
- >two glass hooves wrap around your neck
- >oh sweet Atheismo that's cold
- >you look over and New Coke's lips press against yours
- >dafuq?
- >you taste something sweet on your tongue
- >actually quite a lot of it
- >you have to awkwardly swallow in the middle of her kiss
- >double-dafuq?
- >she holds you there as pop flows into your mouth
- >Catch the Wave™
- >after a few gulps of that very special flavor she breaks off and hops into the fridge
- >"Thanks again Anon. If I fall asleep, could you maybe let me stay in here overnight? If that's okay, I mean. I don't want to impose."
- >she curls up with her tail around her and smiles at you, before yawning and closing her eyes
- >apparently oblivious to how fucking weird that was
- >...
- >well, it wasn't BAD
- >and technically it was just getting a drink
- >kinda
- >you shut the fridge door and scratch your head
- >really, boner? Is now really the right time?
- >it's always the right time, Anon
- >aww yeah
- >you are on your way home from Hot Dog Emperor
- >another shit day of tolerating shit customers with shit coworkers
- >another day of barely-survivable minimum wage pay
- >but who gives a flying fuck, it's quittin' time
- >you hop in the car and drive over to the grocery store
- >popcorn
- >twizzlers
- >milk duds
- >two bags of ice
- >hit the checkout line
- >fuckin' hyped
- >you pull into your spot at the complex
- >(Ron must've finally pissed off the wrong person and got towed)
- >you carry all your shit to your appartment
- >open the door
- >get on the floor
- >no, wait, absolutely not
- "Guess what time it is?"
- >New Coke pokes her head out of your room, putting the feather duster in her mouth down
- >"Movie time?"
- "Movie time!"
- >she trots out happily and holds a hoof up
- >high fuckin' five
- >she hasn't seen a single film that came out after '85
- >the moment you learned this you hopped behind seven proxies and started torrenting the hell out of every great film you could
- >you felt you had a civic duty to educate the poor mare
- >in the couple weeks since you met her, she's come out of her shell a bit
- >she managed to crack a joke at your expense the other day
- >still apologized profusely for it, but that she made it at all was impressive
- >plus, she took the liberty of cleaning up your sty of a place
- >it was actually almost roomy after she picked up the clothes and threw out the trash
- >"least she could do" she said, "after you put her up like this"
- >truth told she doesn't eat your food, helps around the house, and doesn't even take up space to sleep
- >pretty much the perfect roomie
- >so you pop up some popcorn and shake half a bag of ice into a bowl for her
- >rest goes in the freezer
- "You got to watch Groundhog Day yet?"
- >"No, not yet, sorry. Should I have? What's it about?"
- >you chuckle
- "You're about to find out!"
- >you flop down on the couch and she crawls up on your chest
- >the cold is better than any fan in this heat
- >hit play
- >Bill Murray, shit yeah
- >alright, scene change
- >you pull her head down to you and lean in for a kiss
- >she returns it and you take a few gulps of her before breaking to watch Bill find new ways to kill himself
- >you've already set a precedent of asking direct questions, so you don't even bother to preface it this time
- "So, are all your bodily fluids... uh, you, I guess?"
- >she shrugs, resting her head in the crook of your neck
- >"Except for sweat, yeah. That's condensation, it's just water."
- >you shake your head, keeping your voice low so as not to interrupt Bill's existential crisis
- "That makes no sense, sweating is part of the excretory system. Shouldn't you sweat New Coke too? Or at least piss water?"
- >"I don't know, probably? I dunno why, it just happens, sorry Anon."
- >you roll your eyes
- >you're not sure how prevalent cola ponies are, but their whole biology seems weird to you
- >wait...
- "So you cum soda?"
- >the absurdity of the question is too much for her
- >the glass pony snorts, throwing her hooves up to her nose
- >"Oooowowowow, don't say stuff like that, Anon! Ow, that stings!"
- >you laugh at her snorting coke
- >and then again at the idea of her snorting coke like a soda-filled Scarface
- "Sorry, sorry, it's just, that would be amazing. I'd eat women out all the time if they came carbonated beverages."
- >she laughs at you and shoves you lightly
- >"You'd have to get a date with one first!"
- >ouch
- >alert captain, shots fired
- >return fire, a salvo across her nose
- "Oh, right, and how many times have you gotten laid, exactly?"
- >direct hit to the pride
- >across her nose, not up it, you idiot
- >she gives you a slightly indignant look, still smiling though
- >"Do you really want to know how many dicks have been in the soda you're drinking?"
- >augh
- >okay, okay, you give
- "...I withdraw my question, your honor, the prosecution rests."
- >she gives a proud little smirk and goes back to watching the movie
- >you scritch her idly behind one ear while you watch Phil deck Ned Ryerson across the face
- >you've got one arm draped over her back as Bill Murray gets dubbed the fastest jack in Jefferson County
- >your body heat's warmed her up somewhat, making her go a bit flat
- >she nuzzles her head against your chest and sighs
- >"Hey Anon?"
- "Mmmn?"
- >you look down at her
- >both of you are getting a little sleepy
- >"If a girl really did cum soda, would you go down on her?"
- >whoa-ho, looks like some of your bluntness is wearing off on her
- >her cheeks get a cherry tint to them
- >aww, it's cute that she's such a prude about it
- >you let out a little chuckle
- "I dunno, depends on the flavor, right? Can you imagine, wine and dine a lady, show her a good time, do the flirting bullshit, get her home, go down on her holiest of holies, bring her over the edge, and getting rewarded with..."
- >you pull a face of disgust
- "...Crystal Pepsi?"
- >she claps her hooves to her nose again as she snorts with laughter
- >"hahaha, owowow..."
- "Oh god, I'd be livid!"
- >she giggles and nuzzles against you again
- >you give her a second to compose herself
- "...Should I ask about the sperm count of my favorite beverage?"
- >she gives you a sardonic stare
- >"Anon, I'm a glass pony filled with soda in a flavor nobody liked; what do you think?"
- >well... epic self-burn, you guess
- >and you guess that's realistic
- >what're the odds of finding a male glass pony filled with soda?
- >who wasn't a Pepsi flavor?
- >(you found out the hard way she's not too fond of Mountain Dew or Dr. Pepper)
- >still, you tilt her head up and take another sip or two from her lips
- "Correction: a flavor relatively few people liked. Unless I'm nobody."
- >she blinks at you a couple of times, then leans in for another sip
- >you take it and pat her head again
- >Bill Murray wakes up next to his ladyfriend; Groundhog Day is finally over for him
- >as the credits roll it occurs to you
- >usually when you take a drink of New Coke
- >it doesn't involve tongue
- >...interesting
- >you give her mane a few more strokes and another ear-scritch, before switching to the next movie
- >alriiiiight, Independence Day
- >as you put your hand down on your shirt, you feel a dampness
- >aww, what
- "Hey... are you like leaking or something?"
- >she picks her head back up to look at you
- >"Hm?"
- "I think you're leaking or something, turn around real quick. Lemme take a look."
- >her tail adjusts slightly and she looks guiltily at you
- >"Um... don't worry about it? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I'll run your clothes through the wash. Sorry."
- >you shake your head
- >you can wash your own damn clothes if you need to
- "No, c'mon, this is a legit concern."
- >probably
- >you don't know, it could be
- >and for once the fact that she doesn't know works to your advantage
- >hesitantly, she stands up on your chest and turns around, laying back down with her tail facing you
- >"Do you, uh... see anything? Is it okay?"
- >your brow furrows as you inspect her backside
- >fingers running along the mostly-clear surface of her flank looking for any cracks or drips
- >she lets out a little shiver but otherwise stays still
- >then you feel it
- >a drip of moisture on your shirt
- >you carefully lift her tail out of the way
- >she looks pointedly up at the ceiling but doesn't stop you
- >drip
- >another drop of brown liquid soaks into your shirt from her marehood
- >it's still chilled despite her laying on you for hours
- >she's not meeting your eyes when you look up at her
- >hmm
- "Think I may've found the source,"
- >you explain nonchalantly, placing your finger at the point where the drop fell
- >"That's... that's goOOOoood?"
- >she squeaks as you run your index up the length of her slit
- >you take a taste of what you've collected
- >it's sweeter and thicker than what you've gotten used to
- >like... syrup?
- >bueno.jpg
- >you pull her rump closer, and she finally turns around to look at you again
- >her cheeks are going to melt if they get any hotter
- >"A-Anon? You don--"
- "Just need to... get a... closer..."
- >you run your tongue along the same path your finger took
- >that's so good it just has to be unhealthy
- >you watch her hooves shift anxiously as she lifts her tail out of the way
- >that's good enough encouragement in your book
- >soda horse anatomy 101 is a go
- >you give her a couple more tastes
- >she's dripping like a faucet as you lap her undiluted flavor away
- >cautiously, you press a finger in, up to the first knuckle
- >ah-ha, there's the little whicker you were listening for
- >that's a sound normally reserved for when you get her into the freezer after being out in the sun all day
- >useful information to have
- >as you start to finger her, her panting breaths give way to little squeaks of pleasure
- >she looks back but completely lacks the ability to say anything
- >irrelevant, as you switch back to your tongue to sop up her accumulated pleasure
- >you can actually feel it winking as it squeezes futilely at your tongue, trying to wring an orgasm from it
- >she scoots back, pressing her full flank into your face even further
- >the smell is... strong, but not unpleasant
- >like you'd expect a candy shop to smell, sugary with hints of spice
- >you're sure the exact description is hidden in a vault somewhere in Atlanta
- >suffice to say
- >pretty fuckin' good
- >you bury your nose and mouth in her marehood, and she rewards you with a spritz of soda and a hearty moan
- >"Nnngh, ohmygosh, that's so good! Ooh~, please don't stop! Please? Please?"
- >well
- >she did ask nicely
- >you resume your ministrations, hands squeezing and rubbing her thick see-through thighs
- >leaving just your mouth to catch the quickening stream of syrup
- >her hips start to buck, aching to push as much of her winking muff in range of your tongue as will reach
- >each thrust sends a few more bubbles to the top
- >it's quite a head of foam she's got bubbling in her
- >not often you can actually see an orgasm forming
- >the promise of her release spurs you on
- >you pause just long enough for her to wonder
- "You taste so damn good."
- >then you use both hands to spread her and tonguefuck her to the climax
- >it's not a long trip
- >a few agonizing seconds of you kissing, licking, and slurping at her high-fructose vag is enough to get her the rest of the way
- >she doesn't disappoint, either, wailing as she sails over the edge of her self-control
- >you're hit in the face by what feels like a goddamn seltzer bottle spray
- >you close your eyes as a deluge of sticky, sweet, scrumptious mare-cum pours over your face
- >you drink in what you can, true to your words
- >not that she's too intent on your reaction
- >the glass pone huffs and thrashes in the throes of her orgasm
- >jesus fuck it's still going on
- >your hair is soaked
- >your face is sticky
- >it's
- >everywhere
- >your hands finally let go of their death-grip on her plot, giving it a gentle pat instead as the flood at last begins to slow
- >her eyes finally roll out of her head, and she takes a few more ragged breaths as the deluge slows back to a trickle
- >she lays her head on your thigh, taking a moment to recover
- >you survey the damage
- >you can see a few inches of liquid in each hoof and a shallow pool in her belly
- >the rest of it either made it down your thirsty throat
- >all over your face
- >or
- >...
- >shit, this couch is RUINED
- >still, worth it though
- >you reach up and pat her flank again
- "...Whew... damn, girl. Beats the shit out of Crystal Pepsi."
- >she smiles over her shoulder at you
- >weakly she pulls herself upright, turning back around to lay face-to-face with you
- >"Th... thank you."
- >she wraps her hooves around your neck and kisses you again
- >plenty of tongue
- >very little soda flavor
- >but even if you had a vault full of fucks, you would have not one to give about hat
- >you return in kind, hugging her close as you smooch
- >you break for air
- "By the way,"
- >you give a look to the coke-soaked upholstery
- "remind me to buy some scotchgard when I go shopping."
- >she giggles and nods, before you're back to muchas smoochas territory
- >pretty good for a Thursday
- >nngh
- >whoever decided the sun should rise at this ungodly hour needs to be hung
- >you grumble and roll over on the couch
- >the saccharine-sweet smell of New Coke doesn't help your efforts to sleep for another hour
- >this only makes you grumble louder
- >you go to hug your glass pone tighter only to realize she's not in your arms
- >well that's disappointing
- >oh right
- >you and your cola companion fell asleep watching Will Smith beat up aliens
- >wait, what's all that clinking?
- >it's loud enough to be what woke you up, actually
- >you sit up
- >urk
- >hair... sticking... to couch...
- >ow
- >do you want ants?
- >because that right there, that's how you get ants
- >if you're going to make last night a habit, you've got to start cleaning up after at least
- >"Oh, you're up! Morning!"
- >New Coke has bowls and stuff from your fridge and pantry out on the floor
- "Nngh... morning... what's with the mess?"
- >she looks around apologetically and points to your computer
- >"I was trying to make a recipe I found. For a cake! Is that okay? I didn't think you would mind, sorry..."
- >you hold up a hand to stop her
- "Nah, it's fine, just... didn't know what was happening. Oof, let me get a shower, though, and I'll lend you a hand."
- >"Oh, that's okay, I mean, you don't have to. I think I've got it!"
- >she taps an egg against one of the mixing bowls, managing to get a little more than half the white in the bowl along with the yolk
- >uh-huh
- >you pat her head
- "No, but seriously, I'll help out when I'm out of the shower."
- >"Don't worry, I got this!"
- >she waves you off as you make your way to the bathroom
- >best make this quick
- >not that you don't trust her to clean up, but if your cola-mare burns down the apartment, you'll have a lot of explaining to do
- >and you really like that
- >uh...
- >well you're sure there's something in your apartment that isn't shit
- >you wouldn't want that destroyed
- >whatever it is
- >you turn on the hot water and step into the tub
- "Ya dada daa da world to sing, in perfect harmony..."
- "...begging mercy for their siiiins, Satan laughing spreads his wiiiings, oh lawd yeah! Da-na-naaaaaaa, naaa..."
- >bitchin' air guitar solo goooo
- >you dry off and wrap the towel around your waist
- >almost out of the bathroom
- >wait, who's that handsome motherfucker in that mirror over there?
- >that's just you
- >you run a comb through your hair
- >now let's see, what are you going to wear
- >well, judging by the contents of your bureau, you'll be fashioning that towel into a toga
- >shit
- "New Coke, where's my pants?"
- >"What? Oh, sorry, I washed them, they're in the living room! I'll get them for you, sorry, sorry!"
- >that mare has a terminal case of the apologies
- >she comes trotting in, a set of clothes draped across her back
- >worn out jeans, shitty band T-shirt, boxers, socks
- >perfect laying-around clothes
- >(about 80% of your clothes are laying around clothes, not counting work shirts)
- "Thanks. Should I be calling the fire department while I dress?"
- >she gawks at you for a second
- >well, not at your face
- >...
- >you adjust the towel a bit, which startles her out of her stare
- >"Uh? No, no, everything's fine!... mostly. The oven's still heating up. I'll clean it up, I promise!"
- >she just stands there for a second
- >so do you
- "You... mind if I get dressed now?"
- >she blinks at you a couple of times, nonplussed
- >then it dawns on her
- >"Oh! Oh, right, sorry. I'll uh, get back to it!"
- >she trots back to the kitchen
- >you see her pause and look back over her shoulder at you on the way
- >goofball
- >you throw your clothes on and stick your head back in the bathroom for one last comb
- "Man I'm pretty,"
- >you joke in your best Elvis impersonation
- >alright, let's see what the damage is
- >you walk into the kitchen/living room area and hear a sound like water being poured on sand
- >"Ahhhh..."
- >your glass mare is squatting over a bowl of dry ingredients, eyes closed
- >you can't see the source of the sound
- >but you can guess
- >she lets out a little shiver as her cola level drops slightly
- "..."
- >she opens her eyes to you staring at her dumbfounded
- >"...uh."
- >you arch an eyebrow
- >and the two of you sit there in silence for a moment
- "...Come on. Don't... I... New Coke. Come on."
- >she blushes so bad it's actually hard to see through her anymore
- "What the actual literal fuck."
- >in the most nonchalant way one really can, she climbs over the bowl to sit on the floor with a dull thunk
- >"It... the recipe called for coke?"
- >she hazards a smile
- >augh
- >okay, yeah, you will acknowledge all of the facts of this
- >all of her bodily functions involve coke
- >you drink from her through makeout sessions
- >the whole... thing... last night
- >all of that is totally 100% true
- >but... come on
- >you rub the bridge of your nose with your fingers
- >"the measuring cup was too small! Besides, I'm really good at estimating, I swear!"
- "Not remotely the point. New Coke, I know it's an arbitrary boundary, but I really don't think I'm okay with you pissing in the cake. Or... pissing in anything, really."
- >she blushes, if possible, even harder
- >her eyes suddenly find the most interesting thing in the world on your ceiling
- >why--
- >...
- "It's not piss, is it."
- >"Weeeeeell, I should probably get some rest, see you when I can show my face around here again!"
- >she scampers for the fridge, fairly well throwing herself in there with her momentum pulling the door closed behind her
- >she was going to bake you a cumcake
- >so sweet and tasty
- >cumcake
- >don't be too hasty
- >no no no no
- >this needs to be a discussion
- >iiiin a couple minutes when she's calmed down
- >so you take a few paper towels, wipe up the spills, and get all the scattered ingredients organized
- >there's no way this isn't going to be awkward
- >so let's be direct about it at least
- >you place the mostly-prepped batter on the counter and take a deep breath
- >pop open the fridge door
- >"Sorrysorrysorrysorrysorry I'msosorryyyyyy... ohmygosh I'm so dumb, I'm sorry..."
- >she whimpers, eyes still closed and hugging her tail tightly
- "Hey, no, come on. Chill."
- >pat her head lightly
- >she's still kind of warm
- >must not've rested after falling asleep last night
- >she just curls up further as little drops of cola bud at the corners of her eyes
- >you give her ear a gentle rub, then stand up and grab a few ice cubes from the freezer
- "Relax, it's fine. I was just, ah, a bit surprised, is all."
- >she lets out a sigh and looks up at you
- >at least she's not blushing quite so hard now
- >she nibbles on a couple of the cubes in your hand before she musters up the courage to speak
- >"I... just wanted to show you my appreciation for, you know, everything. Taking care of me, letting me stay here... last night..."
- >she really must not've been paying attention
- >otherwise she'd know that that was far from just for her sake
- >she nibbles on another cube
- >"I didn't know that was going to be weird for you, but I should've. So, sorry, again,"
- >she wipes a tear with one hoof
- >you scritch behind her other ear and she leans into it a bit
- "Don't worry about it, eh? How were you supposed to know? You were trying to do something nice."
- >you give her a little smile
- "Even if your way of doing it kinda weirded me out."
- >she gives a sniffly smile back
- >good, crisis averted you hope
- "...You wanna stay in here a little longer and cool off?"
- >"If... if that's okay, yeah. Thanks..."
- >give her a nod and another gentle pat and close the fridge
- >time to look at what you've got here
- >looks like she was most of the way through the recipe
- >adding the coke was just about the last step before baking, just needs a little vanilla extract and another stir
- >...
- >weeeeell, it would be a shame to just toss the whole thing out
- >and she did try really hard
- >...
- >add a little vanilla and mix the wet and dry ingredients together
- >dip your pinkie into the chocolate batter and put it to your tongue
- >shit
- >that's really not bad
- >are you seriously going to?
- >you wrestle with the idea for a moment
- >the oven dings, it's up to temperature
- >about an hour later
- >you knock on the fridge
- >it opens just a crack
- >"Huh?"
- "Hey, guess what time it is?"
- >she gives you a weary smile, pushing the fridge open a little further
- >"Movie time?"
- >she hops out and shakes a few drops of condensation off her coat
- "Movie time."
- >you hold up a hand that she meets with a half-hearted high-five
- >you nod towards the TV
- >Bruce Willis is looking extremely determined next to Samuel L.M.F. Jackson
- "Die Hard with a Vengeance. You remember the original, right?"
- >you guide her over to the couch and she hops up next to you
- >"That was the one with the German guy, right?"
- "Yeah, this one doesn't have him though. It's got Sam Jackson, who's BETTER."
- >you wink at her and hit play
- >she starts to nuzzle against you, but seems to think better of it
- >now now, none of that
- >you give her a quick hug and then reach over to the coffee table and pick up your fork
- >it takes her almost until Bruce is done expositing the backstory for her to notice
- >"Uh... what're you eating?"
- "Cake."
- >you give her a sideways glance and a smile
- >"What... kind of cake?"
- >heh
- "I dunno... some recipe I found online."
- >she's starting to blush again
- >best not to let her get on a roll with that
- >you pull her into another snuggle
- >this time she doesn't lean back away when you let her go
- >"Is it any good?"
- >you chuckle and lick your lips
- "It's goddamn delicious. But I'll tell ya, it's a little dry and I'm getting thirsty. Come here, huh?"
- >so here you are again
- >always such a pleasure
- >you swap back and forth between bites of cake and sips of her sweet kisses, neither of you paying much attention to the movie
- >not that it matters, it's a black guy and a white guy blowing shit up
- >"I'm, mmph, glad the cake isn't bad... sorry it grossed you out,"
- >ugh, looks like you have to go all "very special episode" on her
- >okay, let's resolve this
- >you take another bite and pull her onto your lap, taking a few seconds to chew and swallow
- >talking with your mouth full of literally orgasmic dessert is definitely rude
- "Mm, shorry, hold on a shec,"
- >you swallow the last bit and lean back so you can look at her properly
- "Let's get this straight right now. I like you, New Coke. Legitimately, absolutely, I like you. But it's tough to get to know you when you're always apologizing for who and what you are."
- >you lean down and kiss her on the nose, which lights her cheeks up again
- "I don't expect everything you say or do to line up with what I like or want. I hope you don't expect that of me. Different isn't always bad."
- >you lick your lips again and lean in close to her ear
- "After all, eating your marecum cake is different, but I'm definitely not complaining."
- >you're almost getting used to the feeling of cold hooves around your neck at this point
- >almost
- >it still makes you jump a bit as she mashes her lips against yours
- >one of these days she's going to drown you with a kiss like this
- >but you try to put as much effort into the delicate dance of your tongues as you do into keeping soda out of your lungs
- >she doesn't seem to mind your divided attention in the least
- >her whole body pressing against yours
- >legs wrapped around your waist
- >the absurdity of this registers in the back of your mind for a second
- >any objections you may have disappear when you grab dat plot, soft and pliable despite being made of living glass
- >she lets out a little whimper
- >you can feel a dampness forming on your shirt
- >her hips begin to shift, rocking gently against you as your hands caress her
- >the motion, as usual, stirs up a layer of foam inside her
- >she breaks your kiss (finally) and turns to one side, letting out a polite little belch covered by one hoof
- >you take the opportunity to suck down some much needed oxygen
- >she looks below her, letting out an inarticulate whine of need
- >she can feel the itch for it, even feel its pressure against her when her hips roll
- >this would be a great time for a lesson in asserting herself and going after what she wants
- >but y'know what?
- >there are more important things than reinforcing good interpersonal habits
- >she reluctantly scoots back a bit on your lap at your behest
- >you reach down and unbutton your jeans
- >boxers down
- >expanddong.p64
- >she brings one hoof down from your neck to trace up its curve
- >her touch is gentle, just as you'd expect
- >...ohgod
- >coldcoldcoldCOLDCOLD
- >you let out a hiss of distress as she runs the hoof back down to the base
- "Nnnngh okay maybelessofthat"
- >she looks up in surprise and gives you an embarrassed smile when she realizes why
- >she scoots a bit further back and leans over
- >then you can feel something far less cold against your member
- >her breath is still cool, but not as cold as those hooves
- >at least your dick won't get frostbite
- >her lips press against the head and you let out another hiss
- >this one has nothing to do with temperature
- she looks up at you but doesn't break the seal of her lips to your tip
- >instead, she keeps her gaze locked on you as her lips part and she dips further down
- >and further
- >and further
- >shit, do soda pones not have a gag reflex?
- >oh, nope, never mind, there it is
- >she lets out a little cough, and you feel a spritz of soda accompany it
- >the pop runs in rivulets down to your thighs
- >good thing you already declared this couch condemned after last night
- >you can tell this is going to be messy
- >she draws her lips back up and you can feel her tongue exploring instinctively
- >you place a hand against the back of her head
- >she responds to your lightest touch
- >tongue lapping at you with each downward pass
- >lips slicking you down with each upward bob of her head
- >you slow her down more than once, not eager to finish just yet
- >finally, you can't take it anymore, and you lift her all the way off of you
- >her lips let go of your dick with a muffled pop, and she licks them hungrily
- "Damn... that was good..."
- >you give her plot a gentle pull as you bring her upright, one of her forehooves resting against your chest, the other around your neck for balance
- >she looks down through her body as you lower her, biting her lip anxiously
- >"I..."
- >you can feel her trembling slightly as Keymaster meets Gatekeeper
- >"I'm ready..."
- >slowly
- >painfully slowly
- >she lowers her hips, impaling herself on your length
- >you can feel her contracting around you, every second pulling you deeper inside with that rippling, squeezing action
- >with each inch she lets out a coo of pleasure
- >apparently she enjoys the tortuously slow descent
- >finally there's nothing left to take, and she lowers her weight onto your thighs
- >Descartes would be proud
- >now that everyone has taken their seats
- >the ride can begin
- >you grab her around the waist and lift her up ever so slightly
- >she gasps a tiny bit at the feeling of you leaving her
- >much more as your hips start to pump
- >she lets out a squeak with every smack of your hips against her
- >the hoof on your chest starts to paw at it anxiously
- >as your pace quickens, she runs it over your chest and stomach, the cool sensation much more welcome there than down below
- >her breaths are coming out ragged now, in between a melody of moans and cries and soft-spoken encouragement
- >for your part, you're huffing and puffing too, the rare grunt of approval escaping your throat as you jackhammer away at her sopping snatch
- >when you lean back to breathe, you see something that you can only think to describe as 'fucking awesome'
- >your thrusting along with her own bucking hips has shaken her up something fierce
- >that's nothing new, though you've probably never gotten her shaken to this extent
- >but so much liquid has turned to foam that you can see the silhouette of your member inside her through the cola
- >not only can you feel that heavenly velvet vice trying to squeeze an orgasm out of you
- >you can actually watch it happen
- >your staring catches New Coke's eye too, and she looks down through herself again, cheeks flush at the sight
- >"That's..."
- "Hot as fuck,"
- >you finish for her, rocking your hips again, watching yourself move inside her
- >"...Do it."
- >she leans forward, both of you now angled to watch the show as you grab hold of her haunches and resume thrusting
- >you watch enraptured as you drive into her, more suds sloshing up her insides as you shake her
- >"I'm... I'm gonna..."
- >she whimpers, breaking her stare down at her body to look at you
- >"Are you? Can we... together?"
- >you nod silently, meeting her gaze and leaning forward
- >your lips meet and you shift into
- >MAXIMUM OVERDRIVE
- >she moans into the kiss and you can feel strong, milking squeezes on your shaft and a lukewarm splash of liquid as you buck wildly
- >it's too much
- >you thrust up, feel yourself seize inside her
- >and
- >BOOM goes the dynamite
- >she breaks the kiss, moaning and riding out the rest of her orgasm as you continue to deposit inside her
- >she huffs, each ripple of muscle against your member accompanied with a small groan as they fade in intensity
- >at last, she lets out a final-sounding sigh and hugs you, resting her head on your shoulder
- >you pop out of her unceremoniously, your own orgasm spent, and she slides in closer to you, dripping a mixture of white and brown as she rests her body against yours
- >"Ohmygosh... that was... was so... so..."
- >"...urp..."
- >you frown
- >that's an odd normal post-coital pleasantry
- >you look down her back
- >she still has all that carbonation built up
- >...uh-oh
- >*BRAAAAAUUUURRP*
- >"...'scuse me... ohno--"
- >*BUUURRRARP*
- >"sorr--"
- >*BRAAAAPURP*
- >"I didn't mean t--"
- >*BURPARPURPURP*
- >you can't help but laugh as the poor mare covers her mouth and tries to stifle her burps
- >and of course you laughing shakes her slightly and extends the cycle
- >so as gently as you can, you lift her up and off of you, setting her down on the couch next to you
- >then it's off to your room to change again
- >oh right
- >still no clothes washed
- >dammit New Coke
- >you walk out to the living room naked and grab a pair of boxers that you hastily climb into
- >no sense getting more dressed than that
- >the glass pony is still letting out little burps every few seconds, though nothing as loud as those first couple
- >you nudge her over a bit and sit down on the only non-coke-covered section left in the middle
- >she rests her head against your chest as you restart the movie
- >you pat her belly and hug her close
- "...Think you can stop apologizing so much now?"
- >you ask as the opening credits roll again
- >she nuzzles into you, putting a hoof over your hand and letting out a sigh
- >"I can try. Is it okay if it takes me a little bit to get used to it?"
- "Absolutely. Trying is all anyone can ask for."
- >you kiss the top of her head and the two of you turn your attention to the movie
- "...Think I could get another cake made with your marecum?"
- >she giggles, wrapping both hooves around your arm still scritching her belly
- >"Maaaaybe."
- >she leans back and stares up at you, some of the soda flowing into the bottom of her head as she lays in your lap
- >"You might have to help me with some of the ingredients though,"
- >she winks and waggles her eyebrows at you
- >oh no
- >perish the thought
- >how will you ever manage
- "I guess I could try to make that happen."
- >you lean down and kiss her, softly, before turning the volume up to fully appreciate how many times Samuel L. Jackson says motherfucker
- >man, you think as she lays against you, watching intently
- >you sure do love the taste of New Coke
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