Your eyes slowly begin to open, the objects around you seem blurry and faded. As you sit there for a couple seconds and you vision comes back to you. As you look around you see that your place is a total mess. The chair is on its side, broken vases scattered the floor.

"What...the...hell? What happened?" you ask yourself, "This place is a mess. Was I robbed in my sleep?'

You come to realize that you aren't wearing any clothes. In fact the only cloth on your body was a blanket cover you from your waist down. You look under the sheets only to confirm that you were completely naked.

A small grin comes across your face, "Nope, I guess I had one hell of a party. And by the looks of it I got a little lucky while I was at it", you chuckled to yourself.

You stand up to see how much more damage was done to your house. When you get to your feet a sharp pain hits your head. You instantly knew that this must have been the side effects of a hangover. The pain felt like someone decided to hit you in the head with a wood plank. One strike after another and the pain would only increase.

"Man with a hangover like this only proves that I was ballin it last night" you say to yourself with a smirk. "I only wish I could remember how good it was. Oh well I guess I'll try to figure it out later.

You walk over to the kitchen to see the damage. To your surprise it seemed as if it was untouched. The same went for the rest of the rooms of your house. Confirming that the party only stayed in the living room.

"Well shit", you say talking to yourself. "With the parties I throw they usually go all over the house. Makes me wonder if I was really the one throwing the party. Doesn't bother me none, just means less cleaning than normal."

You go upstairs to head to your room to throw on some clothes. You put on you best pair of briefs. The keep your junk in the right place, they don't squeeze to tight, and their not to loose to were your junk is not swinging everywhere and hitting against your legs. And the last thing you want is rack yourself in the nuts. Next is your jeans. They're a little worn out and a little baggy. You like the way it looks when your not wearing a shirt with you well defined torso. You look down at your abs and notice that you have a little hard time seeing them.

"Man I need to start heading to the gym more often again or start doing some sit ups or something", you tell yourself. "Looking this sex in't that easy".

Nest was your shirt. You liked wearing baggy t-shirts but not the kind that sagged down to your knees. The last thing you wanted was the people around town o think that your some kind of gangster wanna-be. The shirt still went to your waist but was a size to big. You throw on your old jacket, you've had the jacket for a while and it has a couple small holes in it. You didn't want to get a new one, your current one was too comfortable and if you were still happy with it there was no need to get rid of it. You put your sneakers on and head for the door.

"Shit, I should probably clean this place before I leave". You tell yourself. "Naaaaaah future me can deal with this, I need to head out and see if I can get a clue on what happened last night."

You walk out the front door into the bright sunlight. It was a little cool outside but the sun kept things a bit warm as well, the perfect weather. A sharp pain comes to you again. This one effected your vision a bit, making things a bit blurry again. You stand there for a couple seconds. You vision starts to come back and your headache begins to fade.

"Dammit, I need to find some coffee or something", you groan to yourself, "otherwise this headache is going to get the best of me."

You head over to sugarcube corner. You walk in the door to find that there isn't much business going on. Though it's still pretty early in the morning which also meant that they should still be selling coffee for those early morning go-ers. You ring the bell placed on the counter to gain some sort of attention from the staff. At that instant a bouncing beautiful pink mare pounced on top of you.

"Well hey there handsome", said the party mare, "I figured you would come around sooner or later."

"Oh wow. Since when did you start greeting so formal?", you reply while getting on your feet.

The mare was on her feet with that gigantic smile that she always has on her face. She had one of the best figures you could have ever imagined. Her ass wasn't huge but it wasn't small neither. It was something you could get a full handful of. And her breasts were amazing they were probably the second biggest out of every mare you've known around town. Of course it wasn't that many but it was enough. She wore he pink sleeveless shirt that cut a few inches under breasts. And the short jean shorts. It was in fact one your favorite outfits that she wore.

"Don't get ahead of yourself there",she chuckled. "You know I have my eyes set on a certain stallion"

"And I know your just dying to have me aren't you",you joke." I can see why. Who would want to pass up someone as sexy as I am?"

"Okay prince charming, keep telling yourself that", she giggled sarcastically.

Pinkie proceeded to seat you a table with a menu. You order your coffee and you sit around waiting for your coffee. She returns about five minutes later with your coffee.

"Sorry it took so long", she apologizes. "Kinda had whip up a fresh pot, unless your were okay with cold coffee."

"No worries", you rely. "With a hangover as bad as this I won't be going anywhere until it calms down.

"Speaking of that party", Pinkie stated excitedly. "That was one of the best parties I've been to in months."

"So you remember what happened?", you ask.

"Yep", she says. "But don't expect me tell you what happened. If you want to remember a party that was as good as last night you need to find out for yourself."

You continue your conversation with pinkie while slowly finishing your coffee. The conversation was more about what the two of you have been up to with your personal lives and such. When you finish your coffee you get up to leave. You say your goodbyes to pinkie, she gives you one of her famous friend hugs before you go. The thing about Pinkie's hugs was that they always seemed a little intimate and you would get a chub every now and then. But that was Pinkie and you couldn't really help it.

Finally you set off. You step outside and start wondering around wonder how in the hell were you going to figure out what happened last night. You head to town square, sit on a bench and think for a moment.

Author's Note

My first clop-fic story and I'm still learning the basics of being an author. Even though this chapter didn't include any clop there will be in about the next chapter or two. Hope you guys stick around for the ride.