Overdose

Overdose

"Wa-Wachoo!!" a mare sneezed, followed by a sniff afterwards.

"Bless you," a stallion's voice came in. The sound of a few tissues shuffling out of a box was heard quickly afterwards, "Spitfire, you should-"

"ACCHOO!!" Spitfire sneezed, blowing into the tissue she dispensed. The soft tissue was instantly smothered in snot. The sheer sneeze covered every square inch of the tissue and was dripping in wet slimy boogers. The stallion near her cringed a disgusted face, watching Spitfire try to throw the tissue into a waste basket.

The yellow pegasus held the disgusting ball and limply threw it. It fell with a splat to the ground due to the volume of mucus on it. Spitfire had puffy red eyes and a crimson nose. She shivered beneath a blanket and groaned, eyeing the wet mass she dropped. She was about to get off the bed before the stallion interjected.

"Spitfire!!" the stallion said, pushing her back into bed.

"What is it, Soarin'?" Spitfire's voice croaked.

"I, well, uh, I got this," the stallion pegasus said with a strained smile, "You need to rest, really," he said, tucking Spitfire into bed.

“That sounds really nice…” Spitfire sighed, collapsing onto her comfy pillow.

Soarin’ looked down at the balled tissue on the ground and grimaced.

“Well, you gotta’ do what you gotta’ do.” Soarin’ muttered to himself.

He trotted over to the tissue and held it onto the edge. A ball of snot seemed to drip from it, making Soarin’ treat the tissue like a contaminated dangerous object.

Spitfire groaned, kicking off the heavy sweaty sheet off of her. Her furry moist body gave a shockwave of her scent towards the gaping pegasus. A sweet alluring smell entered his nostrils, making him sigh of pleasure. His wings were sprouted their fullest, arousal also taking form of a red color on his face. Spitfire moaned, twisting and turning in her bed. With her hoof on her bottom lip, Spitfire made a hot and suggestive position. Soarin’ gulped and felt his eyes examine her body. Her nice slender form and the sexy curvy hips, all the way up to her wet sweaty mane aroused Soarin’ very much.

He stared at her for a few seconds before moaning, surprising Soarin’ to jump up to the air. “Medicine,” she said weakly as Soarin’ head collided with the high ceiling. Spitfire began kicking the blanket off of her with her hind legs, “I need… them,” she begged.

Soarin’ then smacked head first with the ground upon impact. With a painful groan, he lifted up a hoof, “Just a second!”

He quickly got up and awkwardly stumbled out of the room. “Medicine, medicine, medicine,” he grumbled. Upon arrival in the kitchen, Soarin’ opened up a cabinet in an attempt to find the pills for Spitfire. He browsed through many drugs, ranging from liquid to powder ones. However, he couldn’t find them. Puzzled, he scratched his head.

“Weird,” he said to himself, “Wasn’t it here?” Soarin’ then realized that the drugs he was looking for was on the table in Spitfire’s room. He sighed and shook his head. “What am I thinking?”

Slouching with the walk of shame back to Spitfire’s room, Soarin’ arrived in her room to only see the mare choking down white pills down her throat. With her face blushing red from the high fever, Spitfire gaped open her wide mouth. Wet with saliva and begging for the entrance of the miracle pills, she held quite a dosage in her mouth. While this was happening, Soarin’ was in a trance. His eyes locked in at the erotic look Spitfire was giving off. However, he realized what Spitfire was doing to herself. Soarin’ was too late to do anything when Spitfire swallowed the pills.

“No!!” he said, smashing his head onto the side of the bed. His skull made a crunch before Spitfire limped back onto the bed. Slowly, she closed her eyes. As she did, her lip hung out a bit. The sound of the bottle of pills accompanied the pain Soarin’ was feeling in his head. He groaned and shook his head.

“Spitfire!” he exclaimed, lightly patting Spitfire’s face, “Wake up!”

No response.

Soarin’ began to sweat profusely, scrambling to the bottle. His hooves fumbled, scattering the white medicine all over the floor. The pills were gigantic, about the size of his hooves.

“There’s, uh, 50 pills,” Soarin’ mumbled to himself, scooping the pills to one side. “The Wonder Drug”, the bottle read. He grabbed it and began to read the label. “Do not exceed 30 pills.” Soarin’ read. His muzzle scrunched up in confusion.

What the hell? he thought, That’s quite the dosage.

Soarin’ dumped the rest onto the table and began to count. There were 40 pills left. Using simple math, Soarin’ relaxed. He wiped off the sweat off his brow in relief.

“She must’ve taken about 5 pills there,” Soarin said, rubbing his face. He looked down at the label and read the directions.

-take only one pill
-if 5 pills are about exceeded, unconsciousness and black outs will occur. It is a harmless effect. If one is found under the influence under “the Wonder Drug”, watch them until the effects wear off.
-overdosage symptoms may include light breathing and sweating

Soarin’ re-read the label again. Did it say what it just said? He made a face, scanning his eyes across the words on the bottle. He looked over to Spitfire, who was passed out cold. She’s unconscious, eh? Soarin’ thought. He placed the bottle down and walked over to Spitfire’s body. She wasn’t moving, but she was breathing.

“Uh, Spitfire?” Soarin’ said, poking his hoof into her side, “Are you awake?” She didn’t reply back. That answered his question. “So, if I put you into a pose you wouldn’t do anything?” he asked. Spitfire laid in silence, snoring away.

Soarin’ began to giggle to himself like a schoolfilly and threw the cover off of Spitfire. Patting away at the bed, Soarin’ positioned Spitfire’s head and body to the side. With the right side of the head gently leaning on the pillow, Soarin’ grabbed her left leg and extended out towards the far end of the bed. Taking her right leg, Soarin’ folded it in such a way that it looked like a model’s position.

Soarin’ took a step back and admired his work.

“Niiiiice,” he said, letting his eyes wander on Spitfire’s amusing pose. His attention was suddenly snagged to his captain’s superb curved hips. He stared at the arc of her flank to her back leg and walked to the end of the bed. Her juicy yellow flank was laid out for him in all its glory. Soarin’ gulped. This wasn’t the first time that Soarin’ checked out Spitfire, and it definitely was not going to be the last. But he had never been up this close before. He felt his dirty curiosity rise up from within and looked around anxiously.

No one was here, right?

Soarin’ tiptoed to the door and looked down the hall. It was silent, desolate, and quiet. Perfect. He knew that the other Wonderbolts wouldn’t just barge in and find him in the midst of doing something that could be illegal. Red in the face, Soarin’ shut the door and nervously approached the unconscious Spitfire. He placed a hoof on her face and felt the soft fur on her body.

Damn, that’s soft.

Soarin’ put Spitfire’s hair back and continued to admire her features. Her beautiful, yet very cute eyes were closed. Her small mouth was open, as if it was waiting for something to be put inside. Soarin’ felt his sick curiosity taking over and began to shake.

“I, uh, don’t want to do anything more than this! Soarin’ told himself. Nothing less, nothing more!!”

At that moment, Spitfire let out a soft moan and turned over. Her wide perfect ass turned itself for the horny stallion. Soarin’s mouth gaped open and stared at the holy object. There were no flaws. It was perfection. Taking a few cautious steps up to her flank, he admired at it. The yellow fur was moist, and with a touch, she moaned.

Soarin’ loved the fucking moan.

He took his hoof and stroked her, feeling himself get harder and harder as each moment passed. Soarin’ took his hoof up her body and got to her head. Her small cute mouth was barely open. She was breathing softly. It seemed like the side effects were taking hold of her. Soarin’ admired Spitfire’s position before he licked his lips. He pressed his face next to hers and licked her cheek. It was just so soft and warm…

Soarin’ pressed his lips against hers and embraced into a deep kiss. Spitfire’s tongue began to get manipulated by Soarin’s, leaving him to use her as his own. A sly little smile appeared on Soarin’s face before he broke away from her face and gave a quick smooch.

“You’re fucking beautiful, you know that Spitfire?” Soarin’ whispered. She replied with a moan.

Soarin’ moved himself near Spitfire’s hind legs and could see a small cute puddle forming on the sheets. “You horny, horny girl,” Soarin’ purred, patting her wet hole. “Good thing I’m here for you,” he said, revealing his erect penis. He lightly tapped his black member at her base before plunging himself inside of her. He went deep, making her vaginal walls tighten on him. Soarin’ groaned, feeling her tight pussy suck him.

“You’re a dirty girl, aren’t you?” Soarin’ said, gyrating his hips. Spitfire replied with silence, still fast asleep. Soarin’ stood still for a moment, feeling like a complete idiot.

Well, he thought, It can’t go more awkward than this, can it?

Soarin’ grabbed Spitfire’s hind legs and held them together upwards. He then let her back legs rest on his front legs. Bending a bit, he began to plow her, slowly at first.

His penis went deep inside again, Spitfire’s juicy juices erupting from the inside. The noise of the liquid entered the room as Soarin’ began to in and out in a steady beat. He felt his thighs hit her butt cheeks, making a splendid slapping noise. Soarin’ felt a glorious sensation from the tip of his cock to his base. It was also odd how Spitfire’s small pussy was able to take every inch of Soarin’. But he didn’t care. What he was feeling was… amazing. It was more than great. It was very good.

The slick noise of his rock hard member became lubricated in Spitfire’s vaginal fluids. Her tunnels became tighter and tighter, but that didn’t even phase Soarin’. Her out insides made Soarin’ moan. Along with the heat, he began to sweat, putting in a lot of effort. Spitfire was still asleep, her head jerking up and down from the momentum brought from Soarin’. Spitfire was sweating madly from her sickness and from what her body was experiencing. Soarin’ continued to rock back and forth, feeling the sensation coursing throughout his body. He gave a huff, already feeling tired. With Spitfire not doing anything, he was stuck with doing all the work.

His shaft went deeper and deeper, piling on her secretions into the bed sheets even more. All of the sudden, Soarin’ heightened his pace. He began to pump in and out of her faster and faster. Spitfire’s insides continued on getting rubbed. At the last few moments, Soarin’ laid his weight on top of her, unleashing his seed inside. White semen erupted around Spitfire’s vagina and tainted her yellow coat along with the bed. Soarin’ collapsed on top of her and rolled off to the side, his member beginning to slowly slide out. As it did, a gigantic pile of white fluid poured out like a miraculous waterfall. He turned his face to her and could see she had fast breaths.

Soarin’ smiled and positioned himself so that his crotch was in Spitfire’s face. Between breaths he sat comfortably on a pillow and heaved Spitfire onto her belly. She was still sleeping. Soarin’s penis was much bigger than her mouth, seemingly impossible to fit. He pressed the tip of his member into her small mouth and pushed her head down firmly. His penis’ head was soon engulfed by Spitfire’s mouth. Soon, her lips was down to Soarin’s base. He sighed deeply before he pushed her head down deep to her throat. Spitfire began to gag, before lightly coughing still with the cock in her mouth. Soon, she stopped before beginning to breathe heavily through her nostrils.

The stallion sighed before bringing Spitfire’s head up to the tip of his cock. He then let gravity do its work and let go. Her lips opened, letting in the rock hard penis. Her tongue curled around the shaft, mixing her salvia with pre-cum and drops of semen. Soarin’ let this cycle continue a few times before gently lifting up Spitfire’s head. She had began to drool. Her spit and his seminal fluids flowed freely at the edges of her mouth.

He simply let her laid down. Within moments, she automatically swallowed. Soarin’ gently grabbed her again and pressed her down on his firm penis. Her wet mouth brought an easy entrance before Soarin’ used his hooves to control the rate of her head. From the tip to a few inches near the base, Soarin’ let her bob up and down with smooth motion. He suddenly felt himself almost reach his peak. Making the rhythm faster, he pushed her head down firmly before unleashing his load again. Every single drop from his penis went into a violent jet deep inside Spitfire’s throat. Soarin’ took a deep breath before sliding his cock out of her mouth. A few white drops dribbled out, leaving him very satisfied. He gave a heavy sigh and gave a small kiss on Spitfire’s head.

Without a word, he smiled warmly and chuckled. He then got up and began to clean the mess he had made.

“Aaa-choo!!!” Soarin’ sneezed, sending a shock wave of germs and snot.

Spitfire gave a disgusted face before looking towards Soarin’. “Hey, are you alright?” she asked, looking fine and healthy.

“Y-Yeah,” Soarin’ replied with a very sore throat, “J-Just a bit sick.”

“Just a bit? You sound horrible!” Spitfire replied, “How’d you get sick anyway?”

“I-I have no idea,” Soarin’ said, wiping his nose, “I guess I caught it from you or something.”

“Oh,” Spitfire said, opening a small plastic bag, “Sorry about that then,” she continued as she dropped a single white pill into a cup of water. It fizzed upon impact, bubbling its bubbles up to the surface. Spitfire hid the plastic bag that had words scribbled “roofies” on it and brought the cup to Soarin’. A sly smile appeared on her face as she brought the cup over in her mouth.

“No, it’s f-fine, Spitfire,” Soarin’ said between sniffles, “I just have to sleep.”

“At least drink this first then,” she said, presenting the glass to Soarin’s puffed up face.

“T-Thank you,” he said, taking a small sip. He chapped his lips and smiled before giving a slight cough. “Here, just drink more,” she said, “It’ll clear you right up.” Soarin’ did so, but as he did, he promptly passed out. He limped over, earning a devious smile on Spitfire’s face.

“Y’know Soarin’,” she said, sticking her tongue out, “It’s my turn.”