That's Enough Cider For You

Cider flowed like water that night. Giggling, hiccuping ponies stumbled in and out of the bar, but two stallions stayed. A large red steed with an apple cutie-mark and a smaller tan stallion with three blue horseshoes as a cutie-mark. Everypony around town knew they were best friends, and they rarely did anything without each other. Including getting drunk off their hooves.

"Mac?" the smaller pony asked, prodding his friends front leg as it rested on the bar. The red steed shifted.

"Whaddya want Caramel?" he asked in a tone that could have been mistaken for irritation, if Caramel didn't know him better. The barpony arrived with two more foaming mugs of cider and set them in front of Caramel and Big Mac.

"Mac, I'm so boooorreeed. Nothing's happening." Caramel was already pretty drunk, yet he still downed the cider, most of it missing his mouth entirely. Big Mac on the other hoof, was completely bucked up. He was so drunk he would have feared for his safety if he had any self awareness left.

"Don't yah be botherin' me bout' it. Ah ain't bored, no sir, not at all" he slurred drunkenly. Looking around the bar, he saw several ponies seated around the circular tables, most of them not drinking at all. It wasn't like they had a reason to. Nor did Caramel and Big Macintosh. Both stallions just decided to go out for a drink, and then... one drink turned into two, then four and now they were both sitting on bar stools and waiting for the room to stop spinning.

"Ay Foam Board" Caramel hollered to the barpony. Shaking his head at Caramel's obvious state, he ignored him.

"Heeeeelllllooooooo" Caramel called again.

"Mr baaaaaarponyyyyyy." He just wouldn't shut up.

Trotting over to the messed up stallions, he tried not to let the stench of liquor get to him. Normally a barpony would be used to the smell of alcohol, but with these two...

"What can I do for you?" he sighed, expecting more cider orders. Suddenly, Big Mac spoke up.

"Yah got anythin' harder then cider?" Foam Board thought a moment. He did have something harder then cider, except it was very legal... oh well.

Looking around conspiratorially, he leaned in towards the two colts.

"As a matter of fact, I do. It's pretty hardcore though" he said grinning. He knew that they would want to try it.

"Bring it on!" Caramel shouted. Foam Board went behind the bar and filled two shot glasses with straight vodka. Then, grinning wickedly, he reached into his pocket and brought out a tiny bag of pink dust. This was Aphrodin, a drug created by unicorns to enhance sexual desire.

Foam Board decided to get a kick out of watching Caramel and Big Mac try to hit on almost every mare they saw. It would be hilarious, as they were almost too drunk to stand, let alone talk properly.

Foam Board used Aphrodin himself when he had impotence problems, but since he's just a minor character, nopony reading this really cares about anypony who isn't Big Macintosh or Caramel. So back to our heroes.

"Mac, we r-r-r-really should go hoooome" the beige stallion whined, making bored circles on the bar with his hooves. Seeing Foam Board return with their drinks, he tried to sit up straight, which was almost impossible.

Foam Board suddenly wasn't so sure about this. They were incredibly drunk as it was and he didn't want to put them in danger just for a few laughs. Then again, unicorns could cure almost any affliction and relieve them of their drunkenness. He decided to just go for it and see what happened. Setting the glasses in front of them, he noticed that the Aphrodin had turned the liquid a light shade of pink.

"Here you go boys. This stuff's pretty hard, but it's good fun." Big Mac frowned.

"Now  wha's that stuff?" he asked. Caramel giggled and tapped his hoof on Big Mac's head.

"You worry too much buddy. Just drink it" he said, encouraging the red steed further. Neither of them really had any common sense left anyway. Picking up a glass in their hooves, they clinked them together and downed the whole thing in one go. Foam Board smiled and retreated to the other end of the bar to watch the proceedings.

About five minutes later the Aphrodin kicked in. Big Mac's eyes opened wide and his pupils were the size of pinpricks as he felt pure lust rush through his veins. It was like being on heat times five.

Caramel shivered and felt his adrenal glands kick in, filling him with the need and energy to buck just about anything. His eyes opened wide too, only his pupils grew huge. Beads of sweat broke out on the foreheads of the incredibly randy stallions who were shifting in their chairs with uncontrollable desire.

Foam Bored giggled quietly. This was going to be such an interesting night.

Big Mac started eying all the mares in the bar, which was only four. Caramel looked at Big Macintosh.

Big Mac got up and stumbled over to the nearest mare, who happened to be June Bug. She was sitting alone nursing a drink and waiting for a date.

"Why hey there Missy June Buggy" he slurred. June Bug looked at him with a curious look on her face.

"Hi Big Mac. You feeling alright?" she asked kindly. Foam Board almost felt bad for her. Still, he hadn't given Big Mac or

Caramel too much Aphrodin, just enough to make it fun. He didn't want anything bad happening and too much Aphrodin would occasionally lead to incidents involving rape, and that was why he limited the amount he gave them.

"Ah'm good. Ah've never flet beeeetter actually. I bet I can make yah feel better too" he said, looking at her flank suggestively. June Bug's face contorted in disgust and she slapped him across the snout.

"Big Macintosh Apple, you are a dirty cur. Buck off" she almost shouted, feeling strangely violated, despite the fact that he had done nothing much to her.

Foam Board silently cracked up.

Big Mac hung his head in shame of the plot he had just lost out on. He trotted back over to Caramel, who was still watching him oddly.

"Struck out huh?" the tan steed asked, as if he hadn't just seen the whole thing. Big Mac was silent once again. Caramel looked at Big Mac suggestively. He leant in close to the red steed and whispered in a voice so low that Foam Board had to lean forward to hear.

"Well, mares are overrated. Why don't we go somewhere private and you can try me out?"

Foam Board almost choked.

Big Macintosh thought a moment and nodded.

Foam Board did choke.