The Curse

"So what did you do?" John asked, dropping a few coins into the machine before us. "I mean, how do you deal with that kind of crap?"

I shrugged, waiting for my turn with the vending machine. "Gypsies are weird. I mean, it's not like I actually believe any of that crap." I let out a pent up breath, watching as a drink fell into the machine's bin. "...Sprite, seriously?"

John glared at me as he grabbed his can. "Bite me. Just because you get the same thing every time doesn't mean I can't change it up!"

I scoffed, "Sure, but sprite is just gross." I walked up to the machine and started feeding it my money. "I mean- well anyways, back to the gypsy thing. When some crotchety old woman says I'm going to suffer the fate of the farmer's daughter, I'm not really going to take her serious--"

"Oof, ow, ouch!" A sweet voice cried out as the machine rattled and clanked. It looked like something big was falling in place of the can.

I looked back at John, "What the hell is that?" I asked, limply pointing to the machine as it continued to make a racket.

John planted his can on his head. "Uh...I don't know ma--"

We both stopped as a horse's head popped out of the machine's slot. The horse's head was full of sloshing amber liquid, its mane a deep red brown. The horse looked around at us, the liquid just not filling the tips of her ears. "...Hi!"

John freaked out, "Holy shit!" he promptly tossed his drink down and ran off, screaming like a mad man the whole way. I just stood there, watching as the glass creature pulled her way from the machine. It was rather impressive, watching what turned out to be a pony, drag herself from the slot of a drink machine.

The red mane'd pony dragged herself free, standing with a loud, clink. "Oh wow, hi there!" she chirped looking me over, "We're friends now!" She promptly threw herself at me, wrapping around my leg.

I continued to stare, in utter awe of the situation. "....What...the fuck...bro?"

The cold glass pony continued to hug my leg, nuzzling up and down my thigh. "I love you...."

I slowly eased into it, the cold creature wrapped around my leg proving to be no threat. I didn't like having her curled around me, but I wasn't dead yet and I didn't want to accidentally change that. "Hey...that's great, now how about you--"

The glass pony looked up at me, sporting a brilliant pair of red-orange eyes. "Hey, you want a drink!?"

"Wait wha--" I was cut off as the pony jumped up onto two legs and hugged me like an actual person. She was easily a foot shorter on two legs, but still able to wrap herself around my chest and squeeze me tight. "...Why are you wet!?" I yelped, looking out to the parking lot of the store I worked.

The living bottle of coke buried her surprisingly soft mane against my chest. "Condensation silly!"

I glared at the living glass pony. "...No shit, so what the hell are you then!?"

The pony's expression went blank, quickly falling to her side and looking herself over. "I- I'm a bottle...of soda.... Is that not what you wanted?"

I started to frown, the monstrosity's  sheer innocence making it hard to be mad at her. "I uh...I just wanted a soda is all...not...this," I held my hand out, gesturing to her as she clung to my chest. "I mean...this is admittedly just a little crazy."

The soda filled pony cocked her head. "So...do you want a drink?"

I looked down at the strange cold mare, her liquid filling up her hooves and settling around her neck. "I- can I drink you? Is that a thing? Like is that- I know you're soda...it's obvious from the fizzing, but how- how do I drink you!?"

The living beverage smiled up at me, her cold glass limbs pressed tight against my body. Her forelegs were nearly empty, yet still inexplicably cold. "Kiss me!"

I glared at the living bottle. "...Fuck off with that."

The bottle's ears clinked against her back of her head. "...But you look thirsty...and I'm your drink...."

I ducked down, putting my hand on the mare's head. "Then...how do I drink you?"

The mare grew a bit angry. "Kiss me."

"No...how about no." I cooed, sounding extremely condescending as I felt her condensation slather my hand in icy dampness. "I'm thirsty...and I don't want a romantic relationship with a horse, a bottle of coke, or any of that shit. I would like a dr--"

The mare's pouting face was thrown against mine. A strangely familiar glassy sensation pressed against my lips. I felt a strange, smooth tongue force past my lips, pressing against mine and holding me in place. I felt a low moan rumble through my head as a slow rush of coke ran into my mouth. I stared into the pony's mane, enjoying the sugary taste.

I could help but give a soft subconscious moan as I ran my tongue along the bottle pony's own. The amazingly flexible glass was amazingly agile, massaging my tongue with a constant stream of soda and the cold touch of her own. It felt a little troublesome having such a hard object in my mouth, but the feeling of my lips against cold glass felt natural.

I moved my hands to the mare's cold glass flank's lifting her up and hurrying the rush of soda. She let out a soft whimper as I chugged her insides. I only stopped when I felt something cold press against my nose, popping my eyes open and finding the soda slowly churning out of her.

I watched the fizzing drink leave my sight, the dull pony tongue in my mouth going dry and sliding across my own like mad. I gave in for a sheer moment, sucking at her tongue. It felt horridly wrong, but the sensation was delightful. But seconds later the drink pulled back, taking a few hollow steps back. She was completely empty, her glass skin sweating slightly. "I uh...I'm glad you liked it." She closed her eyes and carefully laid down. "Now I'm just gonna...gonna take a nap...okay?"

I wiped a bit of residual coke off my lips and stretched my jaw. "I uh...that was...." The bottle mare just laid perfectly still, not moving. "Um...hello? I- hello?" I looked back at the empty lot, "Please don't be--" But as I returned all that was left was an empty bottle of coke, not even a can, so my hallucinations weren't completely false.

I stood up and took a quick look around. It was mid day, yet no one else was outside. I felt alone, especially so with John gone. "Hmm...." I walked up to the machine and slid a few quarters on.

"Owwie, ow, ow!" the machine churned and grumbled, eventually spitting something into the bottom tray. A replica pony poke her head out, "Oh.... Hi again!"