Inkblot hated her life. She hated her dead-end job, working at the local newspaper as a part-time editor. She hated her house, a leaky, drafty excuse for an apartment with a sky high rent. She hated the city she lived in, filled with loud noises, strange ponies, and boring gray buildings. And most of all, although she refused to admit it, she hated her lonliness. No coltfriends to speak of whatsoever. It wasn't because of her looks, a grey coat and jet black curly mane, with emerald green eyes. It wasn't because of her talent, writing stories and publishing them. No, no, no, it was the fact of her shyness.
Now,she wasn't Fluttershy-level shy, she could speak normally amd wasn't afraid of everything. It was just when she was near stallions, she had an annoying habit of freezing up, not knowing what to say, her brain practically shutting down completely. She really wished she could have someone to love, especially on Hearts and Hooves Day, where all the pony couples would walk down the sidewalks, occasionally kissing.
Little did she know, a stallion was expeiriencing the same heartbreak, but in a different way. The Doctor had his heart broken when he accidentally peeked into Derpy Hooves' window. To his uttermost shock, she was lying on top of an orange pegasus stallion with a yellow mane, brushing against his need, making him gasp.The Doctor then fled from the scene, tears flowing, and jumped into the TARDIS, randomly pushing buttons and pulling levers, trying to get as far away as possible. He inadvertently traveled to Fillydelphia of the same year, right outside of Pony Park.He passed the famous sculpture of five letters stacked on top of each other, spelling the word PONY.Blindly stumbling along the sidewalk, sniffling quietly, he didn't notice a grey Earth mare with several boxes and papers crammed into her saddlebags. They collided, sending papers and boxes flying. The Doctor apologized and began to shuffle the papers into a pile, then picked them up in his mouth. As he handed the papers to the mystery mare, he looked up into glouriously beautiful emerald pools, with long black lashes framing them. He stammered,"I-I'm sorry, my name's the Doctor. What is y-yours?"
Inkblot suprisingly didn't freeze up. She was too busy lost in the handsome tan stallion's sky blue eyes. Suddenly, she realized that he was talking to her. What was his name again? The Doctor? "O-Oh. Um, it's ok. M-My name is Inkblot. They both stood up wobbly, than the Doctor awkwardly shoved the papers into her saddlebags and shuffled forward, past the gorgeous pony. She called,"Doctor, are you alright?" He turned and said,"How did you know that I was feeling bad?" She smiled and said,"I always know when something's going on. How do you think I got my cutie mark?" Inkblot, suddenly feeling a surge of courage, added,"I know what'll cheer you up. How about a drink at this bar I know about?" The Doctor was surprised at the friendliness of the pony, but felt it rude to turn her down."Hay, why not?" He caught up with her and together, they made their way towards the bar.
They arrived at a quiet, reserved building, cloaked in rich golds and purples, with the words "Emperor's Palace" written in silver on a lavender sign above the door. Inkblot explained,"This place is my haven away from home. I come here almost all the time. It serves the best daffodil liqour I've ever tasted." The Doctor acknowledged the building and stepped in the door.
Inside, it was light and airy, with a smooth grape carpet, golden wallpaper, and plum curtains. In the center and left corner of the bar stood about a dozen tables, with large, plush royal purple pillows instead of chairs. They sat down at a table and were immediately met with a tuxedoed waiter, who produced two yellow menus and set them on the table. As he withdrew, the Doctor swept his gaze around the room. "Blimey, what a posh place!" He turned his attention to the menu, eyes lighting up at the choices. After several minutes, the waiter returned to take their orders. Inkblot simply said,"The usual, please," and the Doctor ordered the dandelion wine. Moments later, the waiter returned with two squat cups designed for earth ponies, one containing a ruby red liquid for Inkblot, the other containing yellowish dandelion wine for the Doctor. The Doctor tentatively sipped his drink, enjoying the smooth flavor, while Inkblot grabbed the glass in between her hooves and downed the entire glass in one gulp. She sighed, burped, blushing at the Doctor, who smirked quietly, and ordered another glass. The Doctor asked,"Er, what did you order?" She replied,"Daffodil liquor. The nectar that keeps me sane." After her second glass arrived,the Doctor realized that he did not want to be outdone. So, he chugged the rest of the glass, thumped it upside down on the table, and proclaimed, "ANOTHER!" Inkblot giggled loudly and sipped her liquor.
After an hour, the Doctor's head swam. He lost count after his seventh glass of wine arrived and yet Inkblow was a bit behind him. She looked across the table at the collection of glasses around him. Eight,nine,ten....thirteen glasses! "Alright, that's enough!" She said, paying the check the waiter brought out. She quickly realized that in no way, shape, or form was the Doctor going to get back home by himself. So, she stepped under him, hoisted his drunken body over her back, and proceeded to her apartment. She fell drunkedly about three times supporting the weigh of the tan stallion.
Finally, Inkblot slid the Doctor off of her back and fell onto her couch, spent. She glanced back at the Doctor, who was trying and somehow suceeding to get up. He crossed over dizzily to the couch and sat down hard next to Inkblot. "Thannksss ferr shhowwwuuuiiing mree a guud time, miss," he slurred,"how may i return the favor?" He smiled, sudden heat in his sky blue pools, and said,"Oh wait, I know how!" Without warning, he pulled across the couch and kissed Inkblot.
Inkblot remained stiff at first, but gradually, due to either excitement or drunkenness, relaxed and allowed his tongue, fresh with the taste of wine, slide into and explore her mouth. She eagerly returned the kiss, the taste of alcohol pooling into her tongue as well. The Doctor broke their passionate kiss and studied her for a moment, than asked,"Do you want me to-" She cut him off with another kiss, shallower this time, and pulled back, saying,"That reason enough?"
She then felt the space inbetween her flanks grow hot as the gorgeous tan stallion kissed her again, sliding his tongue around her mouth once more, making her moan with pleasure. She then broke the kiss, leaned down, and pushed himback ontothe couch. The Doctor started to grow hard as Inkblot rubbed against his chest, nipping his chest as he saw Derpy do, and, just like the stallion, began to moan with pleasure. She moved down his torso , planting soft kisses on his body, and moved down to his thighs. She licked the inside of each thigh, making him even harder , and teased him by moving back up his body, kissing him again.
Fueled by alcohol, he broke the kiss, grunted,"My turn," and flipped over to sit on top of Inkblot. Massaging her small equine breasts, he parted her thighs. Her need winked at him, hot as a furnace, and he began to lick her clit, making her even wetter and hotter. Inkblot locked up, placed her forelegs around the Doctor's head, and moved it into her hole. He sensed her urgency and inserted his tongue into her, marveling at the taste ponies had. Sweet yet a little zesty, from their plant diets no doubt. She moaned, feeling herself getting even wetter, and stared into the Doctor's eyes the whole time he ate her out. Feeling the juices moving inside her, she said, interspersed with gasps of pleasure,"Stop,please.I'm about to come, Doctor!"
He removed his head from in between her flanks and looked at her, his face slightly damp with precum. She flipped him over and sat on top of him, inserting his need into her. She began grinding against him, moaning loudly. After several minutes, the Doctor groaned,"Hey! I want some fun,too!" He flipped her over and slid out of her, then positioned himself at her whole and began thrusting.
He started slowly, yet roughly, then worked his way faster and faster until he barely went out of her.
Finally, they both came, the Doctor feelingnhis juices, hot as regeneration, flowing into her. He tilted his head back, his eyes in the back of his skull, as the onslaught of pleasure continued. Finally, they both collapsed onto the couch, both covered in sticky juices. Inkblot panted, then looked over at the Doctor and thought,"Now, I finally have somepony to brighten my days." Then, they both slid out of each other and fell asleep, arms linked into a circle.
THE END
