The Drunken Romp

by The Two Writers

Rating: mature
Tags: Comedy, Random
Length: 2194

A night of fun for four friends takes an unexpected turn when three of the four friends get way too drunk for their own good.

A night of fun for four friends takes an unexpected turn when three of the four friends get way too drunk for their own good.
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Warning: This is a M/M clopfic between two OCs. If this is not your thing, turn back now.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-09-24 21:30:02 UTC

The Drunken Romp

It was a cold December night when four friends had decided to got to Ponyville's only bar. Multi Personas, a white furred stallion with a light red mane with a white top hat, a black ribbon trailing off the back of it. Foxtrot, a very light brown pegasus mare, reddish brown mane with white tips. Boltchaser, a red pegasus stallion, white and black mane. Static, a red earth pony stallion, black and gray mane.

“Brrr,” Foxtrot shivered as she drew her scarf tighter. Multi nuzzled closer to his marefriend, making her giggle and the two stallions behind them roll their eyes, though Boltchaser had his ever present big goofy smile on his face, and Static had a smirk on.

“So why are we going to a bar?” Static asked as he kicked a pile of snow, the snow drifting off in the air.

“Because! Multi finished one of his books and with Pinkie gone for the moment it is up to us to throw his a party, or at least make him have a good time!” Boltchaser exclaimed, a new found bounce in his step.

“But why a bar?”

“Because I want to get drunk,” Multi said with a shrug.

“I could have gotten us into that club on the other side of town, with free drinks.”

“I would rather not get something slipped into my drink, hallucinate really badly, then have another Roseluck issue,” Multi said through a yawn.

“Oh! I remember that! That was with the giant rape tentacle plant thing right?” Boltchaser asked putting a hoof to his chin.

“Yes.”

“Oh! I remember his name! It was Sir Rapester wasn't it?” Boltchaser asked.

“I didn't know anypony named that damned thing,” Fox said.

“Me and Pinkie-”

“Pinkie and I,” Multi interrupted out of habit.

“-named him. The name has yet to catch on, but it will,” Boltchaser finished. His smile seemingly had taken a creepy look.

“Right.”

Silence.

“There the bar is!” Fox said as they all rounded the corner.

The bar didn't look very good but it was the only place to get a drink in Ponyville.

“Well, I’m cold, let's go,” Multi said, starting to walk. Fox quickly trotted up to him and draped a wing over him, nuzzling his neck.

“Save it for the bedroom,” Static said, waiting for them to finish. Boltchaser just snickered like a school filly beside him. Multi rolled his eyes and started to walk again.

~~~

There weren't too many ponies at the bar, the four ponies took to a booth and each ordered a big  mug of cider.

“To good health and that shit,” Multi said, sticking his mug in the air.

“Here here!” the others cheered and clinked their glasses together.

~~~

“So big boy, would you like to come home with me tonight?” Fox slurred as she was laying on Multi's back. Him carrying her home.

“I already am,” Multi said. “Come on Boltchaser, Static!”

Said stallions were drunkenly leaning on each other, supporting each others weight.

“Wersh commin, hold yer horshes!” Static slurred heavily. Boltchaser started to giggle uncontrollable.

“Gosh they make a cute couple don't they?” he asked, his words miraculously unslurred.

“Totally.”

“Wait! Set me down!” Boltchaser said pointing to the Ponyville fountain.

“I'm not stopping for you two! Find you own way back to your house!” Multi yelled as he kept walking. Both stallions on the edge of the fountain just waved him off and watched as he disappeared. Once he was out of sight they started to giggle uncontrollable.

Boltchaser started to lean back a little too far, and just as he was about to fall Static caught him.

“Yo! You hash to be careful!”

“Sorry sorry, I’m good,” Boltchaser said looking into Static's eyes, who wouldn't focus on anything in particular.

Without warning Static lunged at Boltchaser, smashing their lips together. Static landed on Boltchaser, and he pinned him under his weight.

“Mmmm?!” Boltchaser hummed in surprise, his voice unable to get past Static's mouth. “Mmmm! Mmmm. Mmmmmmmmmm,” Boltchaser slowly started to enjoy Static's lips on his own as the alcohol started to kick in.

They both separated with a big gasp of air and they slowly stared into each others half lidded eyes. Boltchaser started to feel the dampness of the snow on his back, so with a sly grin and a quickly beat of his wings he flipped Static over so he was on his back he Boltchaser was on top. Boltchaser mashed their lips together again but this time he shoved his tongue into Static's. He could taste the drinks he had that night along with...Strawberries? Static's tongue wrestled with Boltchaser's, however his tongue was loosing it's energy and soon it went limp and he succumbed to Boltchaser's tongue, letting it explore his mouth.

Boltchaser laid down on Static and Static couldn't help but feel something long and hard and thick growing on his stomach. Boltchaser started to grind against him, making both of them groan out loud, though the sound was muffled from their lips still being connected. Static couldn't help but get hard at the feeling. He felt himself growing and he felt his cock rubbing against Boltchaser's, making him emit a moan.

Boltchaser broke the kiss, a thin strip of saliva connected their lips, panting hard. He had a sultry look upon his face as he started to grind against Static harder emitting another moan, louder this time. Boltchaser leaned in right next to Static's ear and whispered, “We are soooo fucking.”

Static, now Static, feebly nodded his head, panting too hard to talk and completely too out of it to ask why he had to call him Boltchaser. 'Boltchaser' started to kiss 'Static' on the neck, slowly tracing his jawline and up to his ear, where he nibbled, forcing Static to moan loudly once more. Boltchaser started to move lower again and made his way to Static' chest, peppering him in kisses, while Static just took it like a little bitch.

When Boltchaser got to the head of Static' dick he slowly started to kiss the tip. Static felt his eyes roll back in response to the pleasure, letting out a big moan. Boltchaser stuck his tongue out and started to lick the very tip of Static' cock, then licked it from the tip to his balls. His cock tasted like tropical fruits, upon finding this Boltchaser had a new found desire to continue to lick Static' long shaft. Static let out a very big moan, which grew even louder when Boltchaser took the tip into his mouth and slowly started to descend, letting his tongue explore his penis, committing the texture and taste to memory. Boltchaser took Static' full length and let his cock rest in his mouth for a few seconds before pulling back out.

Boltchaser slowly started to rise his head, slurping as Static' dick came out of his mouth. Static let out a particularly loud moan as Boltchaser sucked on the very tip. Boltchaser let Static' cock out of his mouth fully and dived straight for his testicles, sucking on each one with great care. Static started to feel a build up of pleasure as Boltchaser sucked away. Boltchaser sensed that Static was close and immediately dove onto his cock once more, taking to whole length into his mouth. Feeling his cock hit the back of Boltchaser's throat sent Static over the edge.

“Oh-oh shit! I’m cumming!” Static yelled out into the cold night air.

Boltchaser felt something hot and sticky spray the back of his throat and he greedily swallowed it down. However no matter how fast he swallowed, he couldn't swallow all the cum and some of it leaked out of his mouth and into the snow below. Boltchaser slowly let Static' cock out of his mouth and licked up the excess cum from his lips and Static' cock. Static just laid on his back and kept panting. After Boltchaser was done he gave Static another sultry look.

“Turn around,” was all Boltchaser said.

Static obliged and turned around with his ass facing Boltchaser. Boltchaser brushed aside Static' tail and smiled when he saw his tight little asshole. He leaned forwards and stuck out his tongue.

Static gasped and let out a big moan when he felt Boltchaser's tongue on his asshole. He started to instinctively grind against Boltchaser's tongue, trying to make it go deeper. Suddenly he felt the warm tongue leave his behind and in it's place he felt something big and round pressing up against his hole, while he felt Boltchaser climb onto his back.

“You better bite something, I’m going in,” Boltchaser seductively whispered in his ear. Static felt the thing pressing on him start to push harder and harder until he felt the pressure go away. He was about to ask what was wrong but before he could even turn his head, something rammed into his ass, penetrating all the way. Static' tried to yell out because of the pain but the pain quickly gave way to pleasure.

“Oh yes!” Static cried out in the night. He quickly grew hard once more as he felt Boltchaser's dick inside him. “Fuck me harder!”

“With...pleasure,” Boltchaser grunted as he kept pounding away, gradually pounding harder and harder. Static' moans started to get louder and louder before they turned to loud whimpers. Boltchaser could feel Static' asshole get tighter and tighter as he came nearer to another climax. Boltchaser himself felt a pressure rising from his balls.

Boltchaser quickened his pace feeling himself about to explode. Below him Static was very close to climaxing all over the snow below him. At last, Boltchaser came, he felt himself shoot his warm cum all up into Static' booty. As Static felt the warm cum spread it's warmth through out his body and he felt the oddly arousing way the cum spread through his body made him cum once more; painting the trampled snow underneath him a shade whiter than what it was.

With both of their energies spent, they both collapsed. Neither caring that they collapsed into a pile of jizz, as they both were asleep by the time they hit the ground.

~~~

“Now where the hell are those bastards?” Multi asked himself as he walked through Ponyville, looking for his lost companions.

“I don't know, but all of this walking is *hic* making me tired,” Foxtrot complained.

“What are you talking about? I’ve been carrying your ass all night,” Multi said as he fixed her posture so she doesn't fall off for what seemed like the thousandth time that night.

“That's not the only thing you could be doing to my ass,” Foxtrot seductively whispered in Multi's ear, making Multi blush slightly. Multi just rolled his eyes and kept going. After a short while Foxtrot began to sing drunken sea shanties.

“OH! What do you do with a drunken *hic* sailor? What do you do with a *hic* drunken sailor? What-”

“Hush! I found them,” Multi said as he saw both of their figures laying beside Ponyville's fountain, where he left them.

“Yaaaaaay!” Foxtrot cheered, throwing her hooves into the air. She almost fell but Multi caught her in time.

“Let's just get them.”

As they drew nearer however Multi started to smell a particular smell in the air. He quickly found out what it was. He just looked at the mess on the ground, then back at the two stallions on the ground below him.

“Fuck 'em,” Multi said as he walked away. After a few seconds he felt Foxtrot lean close to his ear again.

“You're waaaaaaaaay much bigger,” she said with a giggle. Multi just stopped, puffed out his chest, and put a new found swagger in his step.

“You're damn right.”

~~~

“Hey guys! What do you think this stuff is?” Sweetie Belle asked her friends, Applebloom and Scootaloo. She dabbed her hoof in the sticky white stuff that coated part of the fountain.

“Ah don't know. Is it glue?” Applebloom asked closely looking at the stuff.

Sweetie leaned in close and sniffed. “It's doesn't smell like glue.”

“What does it taste like?” Scootaloo asked as she too inspected the substance.

“I don't know, let me check,” Sweetie said. She stuck out her tongue and slowly started to get closer. Just as her tongue was about to touch the white stuff they all heard a groan from behind the fountain. Curious, they went around to inspect it. They found two stallions that looked very similar, covered in the white stuff.

“Hey! It's Boltchaser and Static!” Sweetie exclaimed.

Said stallion started to stir from their sleep.

“Oh sweet Celestia, my head!” Boltchaser complained as he held his head.

“Oh fuck! My ass!” Static whined.

Both stallions looked at each other, then at themselves, them at the three little girls, then at the white stuff covering them and the ground, then back at each other. They both shrieked like little girls then passed out once again.

“Well, that was stupid,” Scootaloo said, rubbing her ear.

“Tell me about it,” Applebloom agreed.

“I still want to know where this stuff came from, dammit!” Sweetie exclaimed.