Author's Note

If you're wondering why it's written in such an odd format I was going for a dramatic monologue rather than a simple story. The weird phrasing isn't meant to follow a standard written style but rather the disjointed and disconnected thought process of the human/pony mind. Don't ever tell me that thinking gets confusing in a while. And yes while there may be a few of you out there who think and record everything in eloquent sentences, this is Soarin's monologue, which is less refined.

So yeah this is my first clopfic. I think I shot myself in the foot doing it monologue style. It's very difficult to do a sex scene from someone's thoughts. I mean I think I did okay. But it's nothing spectacular. But like I said first clopfic so all CONSTRUCTIVE criticism is appreciated. If you don't have any suggestions for where I can improve please don't just leave hate. I'll also take any feedback. If you don't like let me know why, if you do enjoy let me know what sort of pairing I should do next.

Here are two definite pairings for the future: 'Spitfire & Lightning Dust' and 'Spike & Rarity'. I'm trying to do pairings that haven't really been done before so the more unusual and the more upvoted an idea gets makes it more likely I'll do it.

Anyway. I hope you enjoyed.

Happy Hour - Soarin & Berry Punch

Can't tell if the pounding in my head is the music that's bouncin' off the walls, or the five... six pints I've already necked. Fuck it if I know. Or care to be honest. As long as the bar's open and the drinks are cheap I'll be sittin' here all night. And quite frankly, I wouldn't have it any other way. Oh yeah, 'Happy Hour' is a really popular time in this joint. Kinda misleadin' name at any rate 'cuz it's not really 'Happy Hour'. Nah it's more like 'Happy Night'. The booze is half price from the minute the doors open to... actually I don't really know how long Happy Hour goes on for here. Funny. Thinking about it now I've never realized every time I've been here for Happy Hour I've never been able to remember when the prices go up. The last thing I remember is maybe my third, fourth drink of the night and then next thing I know I'm in bed smellin' of sweat and alcohol. At least that's what I'm told I smell of. My nose doesn't exactly work when my brain is fighting the hangover of a lifetime.

I grip the edge of the bar with both hands and tilt my head back, belching loud and proud. Doesn't really matter if you say 'pardon' or anythin' like that in here. No one gives a crap if you've got manners or not. 'Sides it ain't like they'll hear you mumble somethin' like that under your breath to be polite. Between the thumpin' music and the jumpin' ponies, I wouldn't be surprised if somepony was unable to hear themselves think.

It's almost like the whole club is some big concert for the best band in Equestria. Certainly feels like there's enough ponies in. Everybody's a-hollerin' the lyrics to their favourite beats and jumpin' up and down like it's a moshpit. Probably is. Dunno the definition of a moshpit to really say what is and isn't.

I try and see if there's anypony from the team in the crowds. The Cap'n pulls us down here after every show for a good time. I can't tell if it's for her benefit or ours but the first drink is always on her. Ah. Speak of the devil. Dancin' with... I squint, then lean back and chuckle. Couldn't be the Cap. She was grindin' up against the new recruit and by the look on her face they were both enjoyin' it.

Still if it was the Cap I felt kinda jealous of our little loose cannon. Lightning Dust I remember, my drunk(ish) brain having finally twigged her name again. She didn't look specifically comfortable, but she certainly didn't look like she wanted it to stop.

I know I wouldn't.

I blink and they're lost again in the sea of shifting bodies. I chuckle again and spin around in my seat to the bar. I rest on one elbow and wave the barpony over, fishin' in my pockets for bits as she walked over.

"Same again handsome?" She winks and I wink back.

"You know it sweetheart," I say, pushin' the bits at her. She shakes her head and gives me a flirty smile.

"On the house," she says, then blows me a little kiss.

I smile and pocket the bits. Heck I ain't about to refuse a free drink, even if it is Happy Hour.

I drum my fingers on the bar and wait for the girl to come back with my drink. I yawn and stretch my arms out behind my back, ruffling my wings as I do so. Gotta make sure I don't get too stiff sittin' here after all. Experience has told me plenty of times before that when I get enough booze in me, crap tastin' or otherwise, I'm usually the wild beast on the dance floor. Might as well prepare for the inevitable while I still know what's up and what's down.

I find myself with another glass in front of me, filled with amber liquid. I look around and spot the barmaid rushing towards another patron. Odd. I shrug and pick up the glass, before giving a little sigh, and slipping the piece of paper out from underneath it. Not the first time someone's dropped me a note like this. What's this one say? She get's off at one... maybe I could go back to hers for another drink... blah blah blah. Shaken Martini? Not Stirred? I shrug. Mus' be Stirred's sister or summit. Either way, boring. I pocket the note and take a sip of my drink.

I think about the note in my back pocket and look over at Shaken. Cute, I guess. Kindda plain. Blonde mane, butterscotch coat. Earth pony too. Small tits. C-cup maybe? Nah that's pushing it. Definately a large B. Nothing much downstairs either. Skinny 'n' slim, not much in the way of a flank. Still she's pretty I guess. I might jus' maybe take her up for that drink. Maybe. I've seen her type before. Shy. Introverted. Didn't really have that much experience in the bed. Probably sexually frustrated. Still, she was confident enough to get a job as a barmaid, and damn did she have guts to give a celebrity an invite like that. Having said that it probably won't be an invite for sex. A pity too. The quiet ones are the wild ones in the sack. If they let you in there with them of course, something which is easier said than done. Trust me, I've had experience.

I take another sip of my seventh, just as the crowd jostles behind me. Someone bumped into me a little too hard just as I was swallowing. Perfect. Not only do I have bear staining my shirt, I'm gagging on it as well. I put the pint on the bar and hack madly, small tears welling in the corner of my eyes. That's when some helpful pony slaps me on the back. It rocked me forward but cleared my airways.

"Suck it up lightweight!" says a voice from my left. "Yo! Shaken! Gimme two of whatever this guy just ordered!"

I smirk, wiping my eyes, certain I was the 'This guy' that the pony besides me was talkin' about. My eyes dry, I turn to look at whoever had slapped me on the back. I nearly give an appreciative wolf-whistle. And I mean it. The beside me was a fucking knock-out. And I don't say that because I think if she hit a guy with her tits it'd knock him flat on his back,

Another earth pony but what can you expect when Ponyville is a town founded by earth ponies, but still this new mare is straight up 10 outta 10! Magenta mane, sort of curly. Light purple coat too and rose coloured eyes. And dayum. Those had to be D's at least she had in her blouse and that's being conservative. And could she be showing off anymore cleavage? If she had one more button undone I swear her tits would've popped out of bra and blouse. Not that anyone here would've complained. I know I wouldn't.

Is she talking to me? Shit she is! And here I am eyeing her rack.

"Sorry what?" Smooth Soarin. Smooth. Just eye up a random pony's tits and hope she doesn't notice you zone out.

"I said: eye's up here lightweight," the mare repeated, chuckling. A voice like honey too? This mare is great. I tilt my head to look her in the face and give an apologetic smile.

"Uhh... sorry." Lame.

She laughs it off and slaps me on the shoulder.

"Relax. If I didn't want handsome stallions looking at my fun bags I wouldn't be in a bar would I?" Did she just jiggle her tits on purpose? "So what's your name lightweight?"

I tell her. Her eyes narrow slightly. That's a look I'm very familiar with. The bedroom eyes. And damn did they look good on her. Damn! When did it get so hot in here? Or is it just me? Is it just her? Shit I don't care.

Those eyes...

"So you're a Wonderbolt eh?" Sorry Shaken, but judging from the way this mare's eyeing me up like eye-candy, I think I may have just had a better offer.

"Y-yeah. I'm a Wonderbolt." Shit when did my throat get dry? The rim of my glass is at my lips before I notice, draining what little remains after being shunted.

"Berry Punch." Cool name. Does she taste like berries? No down boy! Oh great now I've got that image to deal with. Not that I'm complaining. Oh hey, more drinks. When did Shaken bring them over? Actually I don't care. Throat's so fucking dry.

"So." She's talking again. Swallow Soarin swallow. Now put the glass down and listen. "I know you probably get asked this a lot... But how well can you hold your liquor?"

There goes my eyebrow. That's all the response she needs to get the message: 'Wha?' And that laugh again.

"The thing is my usual drinking buddy's got wrapped up in paperwork. Well I say drinking buddy. She's a fuck buddy on the side too, but that's only when one of us is either really wasted and or haven't gotten any in like forever."

Wait... she? Jackpot! This dynamite's bi? She just upgraded to 20 outta 10!

"Uh... why are you?"

"Telling you? Fuck it everypony in here knows about what me an' Colgate get up to half the time. Seems unfair if you don't too."

I like this mare.

"So yeah, Colgate's busy with work and I need a drinking buddy for the night."

"And by drinking buddy do you mean fuck buddy?"

Those damn eyes again! I swear if I didn't have the level of self-control I do my wings would've whipped somepony in the face!

"If that's what you want Mr. Wonderbolt I'm pretty sure we can work something out."

That's her hand! That's her hand on my dick! And I am fucking loving it!

"Do you know how long it's been since I had a good rutting?" She's practically in my lap. Her breath tickles my ear. "And when I say that I don't mean Colgate with a strap-on." I can't even begin to describe how hot that image is. Fuck she's going for broke here. That is definitely her hand rubbing my dick.

Okay I don't know who started this but damn can this mare kiss! 'Slike my tongues wrestling an anaconda. Hey, whaddya know? She does taste like berries. Sure as fuck hope she tastes the same down there too.

She's leaning back now, gasping for air. So am I to be honest. And those fucking eyes. If I wasn't hard as steel before I sure as fuck am now.

"Your place? Or mine?" Fuck did I really just ask that? Of course hers! If I have to fly back to Cloudsdale with her I'd probably fuck her in the air. And there's that smile again. What the hell is she planning?

"If I'm gonna enjoy this, I need more booze."

She's necking her drink now. Sweet Celestia I have never found a mare drinking so sexy in my life. Think I need another drink too. Throat's gone dry again.

Whoah! Catch a pegasus with his pants down almost? Not that I mind her grinding her flank on my dick. Mmm. Never checked out the rear while I was checking her out. And fuck me if it isn't softer than my cloud bed back home. Okay. I'm done playing games. I need to be inside this mare as soon as possible.

"Hey! What're you-oh!"

She seems to be enjoying this. Surprised certainly, but it isn't like she's not enjoying the feeling on having one of her tits fondled like this. Aw sweet! Her nipple's so hard I can feel it through her bra! I think she likes having her ears nibbled on too. Well, if her sweet, sweet moans are anything to go by at least.

She's pulling away. Eyes! Fuck she really wants this now! Good. That makes two of us.

"Whaddya say we get you back to my place?"

"I say about time!

A laugh. Good. Good but not great. I wanna hear that silken voice scream my name.

Ah! Cheeky sexy little minx! Fuck that caught me off guard. Didn't hurt just surprising is all. But damn if that tail didn't feel sweet brushing across my cheek.

Oh, she's the holding hands kinda mare? Ain't she a doll? A doll with some smokin' hot bedroom eyes. Fuck me I have to have her if it fucking kills me.

Phew! Finally a breath of fresh air. I thought I was gonna boil in the club. A breeze feels good and it's cooling me down a bit, but I'm still hot bothered and ready to go. So long as my new fuck buddy don't let go of my hand I think my little 'Wonderbolt' will be ready for the performance of a lifetime.

Huh? Where are we? Is this her house? Huh. Guess I didn't notice the journey. S'pretty big. Wonder where the bedroom is? Heh. I won't have to wonder for long.

Door's open and we are in! Whoah! She's as eager as me. Door's barely shut and her arms are on my shoulders and her tongue in my mouth and I'm pressed flat against a wall. If she wants a tongue war she'll get one! Mmm that berry flavour. And... what is that? Apple cider? Not a bad mix. Gotta pass that on to the Apple family. Focus idiot! You have a mare in front of you playing tonsil-tennis with you, you don't have time to consider a new beer!

I need air. Huh, so does she. Oh my... does she look cute with that blush or what? And those fucking eyes! Never thought it'd be possible to shoot off from just a look but she nearly made me a believer. And in the time I've nearly climaxed she's taken off my jacket. S'okay. I'll just return the favour.

That cute squeak when she's the one against the wall. I need another taste of that tongue. Fuck does that taste so damn good. And button number one. Done. Number two? Done. Arms around my neck again. That's cool. Three and four? Done. And the last one just pops itself. Good, saves me the trouble.

Air! Brain to Soarin you need air! And breathe... and breathe. And br-fucking hell those tits look better without the blouse on! This is gonna be a fun night.

Mental checklist: Hot and horny mare? Check. Is she going to sleep with me? Very much checked. Blouse off? Check. What next? Oh! The teasing.

She's shorter than I thought. How far done do I have to go for that collar-bone? There we go. Huh? Does every part of this mare taste like berry?!

"Ah! Soarin!"

There we go. That's what I want to hear. I think I'm addicted to that sound. Okay my nimble fingers, let's get that bra off. Aaaannd... click. Gone.

...

Fuck.

Those are the most beautiful tits I've ever seen. I was definately being conservative with my assessment in the club. Double D's, definately. And those cute puffy hard little pink nipples. Crap. Second time you've just stared at them Soarin, don't lose it now! Okay, Miss Nipple, meet Doctor Tongue.

"Ohhh... my... Celestia."

Yeah. Berry Punch, you live up to your name baby. The feeling of that hard nipple in my mouth is perfection. Need to keep the other hand busy Soarin. Can't let the other one feel neglected. Hmmm? Is that one even harder than the one I have here? Switchero. Need to check.

"Ahhh!"

Nearly dropped the slippery one. And, got it. Pinch. Okay focus on your new target Soarin... yeah this one is definitely harder. Mind you it's not as hard as your friend downstairs. Speaking of which he desperately needs attention.

Hand on forehead. Universal sign for stop and back the fuck up. Shit I really hope I didn't do something-hand! Hand on dick again and those bedroom eyes are looking even better when she's on her knees.

"You got a little something for me here big boy?"

Say something cool dumbass!

"All for you sexy."

Aaaand she's laughing at how stupid that was. Smooth Soarin. Smooth.

Wait how'd she undo my belt that fast? Come to think of it, why am I still wearing clothes at all. Shirt, off, now. Damn she works quick. Jeans are already around my ankles. Shoes off, step out of jeans and what was that sudden breeze? Oh. Wingboner. Right. Surprised that hadn't happened sooner.

Why is she getting up? Where's she going?

Oh. Oh she ain't going nowhere. And the jeans come off of that sexy flank and-she isn't wearing panties! Damn did I get her going that much? I'm so good I surprise myself sometimes. Okay, ladies first she's naked, now be a gentlecolt and follow suit. Get those boxers off dimwit!

"Wait. Leave them on."

"What?"

"Leave 'em on."

"Why?" First legitimate question I've ever asked.

Bedroom eyes! Sexy bedroom eyes!

"I want it to be a surprise. Now follow me Mr Wonderbolt so I can... repay you for that fantastic tongue work earlier."

"Yes ma'am!" Could I sound any more like a horny teenager. Probably not. And upstairs! Damn she smells like she needs it bad. 'S'almost like the smell of a mare in heat. And all it's doing is making my dick throb. Okay so maybe she's not the only one who needs it bad.

Huh? This is the room she went so where-? That was the door closing wasn't it? Clever girl.

"Alone at last."

At least I'm smart enough not to point out we've been alone for the last five minutes. Oh there you are Berry. On your knees already? Well-whoah! I think she ripped those off.

"Oh wow. Colgate and I never use anything this big."

That's a compliment right? Whatever say thank you. "Thanks."

Shaking her head. Is that a bad sign? "No, I should be thanking you." Definitely not a bad sign. Oh yeah not a bad sign considering she's got two hands on it. Fuck that feels good. After the petting on top of jeans and boxers earlier it feels fucking awesome to have some direct contact now. A bit slow but, fuck I need to slow down sometimes anyway. Like now for example, with the way she's rubbing those soft hands up and down my dick... bliss. You know what? I like this slow pace. I definately don't want this to be over too quick.

Ohhhh yesss. She's not pulling any punches. Not with the way her tongue's coving my dick in spit. Breathe. Deep breaths Soarin. You don't wanna finish too soon. Even with the way she's starting to slide your dick into her mouth. Fuck that feels good. Tongue's even more eager now. So soft... so warm too.

Okay fuck what I said about taking it slow. I definitely prefer the way she's bobbin' her head up and down my dick like that. Fast'n'furious. Wait, she's pulling off.

"You must really be enjoying this to groan like that huh?"

"I was groaning?" A giggle.

"Yeah. A lot. 'Sokay. You can groan. So long as you give me a drink as well."

A... drink? Does she.. does she mean? Okay she's jerking me off again. Those eyes... Is she... is she masturbating? Holy shit she is!

"Come on Mr Wonderbolt. Big finish. You can do that for me? Right now. Come on!"

I don't know which I prefer. Her looking up at me with bedroom eyes and dirty talk, or her with her eyes closed and mouth open. Actually don't care. Gonna... fuck that face... fuck, fuck fuck! Damn... well... she did say she wanted a big finish.

Wow. She looks like she enjoyed that as much as I did. And boy does she look good with my jizz dribbling over her face and onto her tits too. Think I almost painted her white. S'not gonna last long though, not with the way she's cleaning herself.

"Mmmm. Thanks for the drink handsome. You taste much better than what we were drinking back at the club."

"Thanks."

"Heh. You weren't the only one to enjoy that anyway."

What's she mean by that? Wait... what's that on the floor? Why is the floor wet? Wait... did she squirt? Holy shit she did! That smell of mare cum. Don't think it'll take me too long to recover with that smell hanging around. Berries again.

Speaking of berries, she's back to her feet. Turning. Oh that flank. Swish, swish. Oh she is so sexy when she wiggles her flank like that. Tail flick wafting more of that smell into my face.

"What are you waiting for Soarin baby? One more go?"

"Oh fuck the hell yes."

Another cute little giggle and she's bending over the bed. She wants to be mounted old school by the looks of it. Well who am I to deny a lady? And with my little friend back to standard, I won't be denying her for a long time.

"Come on! What are your waiting for? Ah!"

I am such an asshole sometimes but it can't be helped. When I have such a pretty flank in front of me, sometimes I just gotta give it a little smack. S'ppose I better make it up to her. Gently rub it. Wow. As if she couldn't get any better. She's got such a soft coat and a plump flank too. Not, overweight, just plump. Soft. Enough to see it jiggle when a hand is brought against it.

Okay. Enough playing. Time waits for no stallion. Let's get this show on the road.

"Oh yessss."

Barely an inch in and this is already the best snatch ever. So soft, and velvety smooth too. Oh Berry, I am gonna rock your world. Bottom's up.

"Oh!"

"Yesss!"

Damn she's tight too. And with the way she's clenching I know she enjoyed that as much as I did. Can't be so reckless though. If I keep up with those kinds of stunts it won't be a long performance. Ease it out. Damn, it's like it's trying to suck me back in. Oh well, better give it what it wants. And in. Shit! It's even better the second time around. 'Slike it's trying to suck me off and it feels wonderful.

It's almost painful pulling out again. But man is it worth it to feel the velvety wetness clamp down again and again on my dick. That's all there is. My dick and her pussy. In and out. In and out. How long have I been doing this for? I don't know. I don't care. I want this to last for as long as it can.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh YES!"

By the sounds of it so does she. Heck even if she couldn't speak you could tell. She's pushing back 'bout as hard as I'm thrusting in. And the way tha flank jiggles as she pushes against me. I gotta smack that.

"Ah! Oh Soarin!"

Sounds like she enjoyed that too. Let's do it again.

"Ah! Oh Celestia! More!"

"More?"

"More!"

I'll be happy to oblige. First off let's get that tail. Wow. So soft. Like the rest of her. I have to get closer. Okay now where is it?

"Soarin? What're you-Oh fuck!"

There it is.

"Guess what I just found Berry?"

I'll take that moan as a 'what?'

"Your love button. And I'm gonna mash it so hard."

Press. Ahhh! Fuck. By Celestia's sun covered flank the way she flexed then nearly made me lose it. And given the way she fucking screamed I can only assume she nearly did too.

"A-again! Fuck! Soarin again! I'm gonna... gonna...!"

Well, better give the lady what she asked for. Press.

"Soarin!"

Pull out! Pull out! Gonna fucking blow! Fuck!

Breathe.... breathe... that was close. And boy does that flank look better covered in white.

"Fuck... that was... that was something else. Thanks Berry."

...

"Berry?"

What's that sound? Holy shit she passed out! Huh. Didn't know I was that good. Think I might join her in dreamland. Let's get you into bed Berry. Gently does it. Don't wake her up Soarin. There we go Berry. In bed. Right... suppose I better... better get in with you.

"You know something... I like you Berry Punch."

So... so very tired. Night Berry.