Author's Note

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Edited by the extremely helpful "Cloverman The Purple" Thank you a lot for all the edits to this chapter! You are amazing!

A Dark Day (Clop)

Indebted
By
PinkiePieFox

I sigh, “Finally paid it off…” I said dejectedly as I tossed the paper across the table and sat back in the chair. I took a drink of the whiskey in my hand and felt the burn go down.

I've been in Equestria for three years. “Three long years,” I say to myself as I take another drink looking around my kitchen. The walls have burned wallpaper and there are char marks all over the kitchen. There is no light streaming through the windows; the only light in the room is from that of a candle sitting in the middle of the table.

“Damn Celestia, it's her fault I’m here.” I take another swig from the bottle, coughing as I slam the bottle back to the table from the burning liquid going down the wrong pipe. I screw up my eyes and after my little coughing fit I let out another angered sigh. “It wouldn't be so bad if things would just… UGH!”

I lift the bottle from the table pulling my arm back and... *SMASH*!

….

….

I look back down at the bottle still in my hand. “You aren't supposed to make that sound until after I throw you.” I scold the bottle.

“My bad,” I heard a voice say from the living room. My eye twitches as I set the bottle down and I sprint into the living room. Shattered glass litters the floor from the picture window that, well admittedly, was not much of a picture window, being painted over just like every other window in my home. The sunlight filling the room with its golden glow, I look around to find the couch flipped on its back, the couch itself is burned all over.. And then I spot her, the gray pony woman who sits up her eyes shifting around the room in a dizzying manner.

“Derpy. Doo. Hooves,” I speak slowly and firmly, causing the mare's ears to fold back against her head, as she looks down and away from me.

“I-i’m sorry.” Squeaks out the nude pony woman.

“No! No more sorrys!” I all but yell into the room causing Derpy to shrink down on the couch. “You ponies have wrecked my home for the last time!”

I stomp around the room in a rage before turning towards her. I take her chin in my hand and glare at her in the eyes, causing her to whimper.“You are going to pay me back for all the damages you’ve caused me!”

Derpy sniffles tears entering her eyes as she whimpers out. “B-but I can't afford-”

I cut her off with a growl, causing her to pull away from me as she starts to cry. I stare at her with a firm gaze and breath in and out; calming down from my drunken rage. And then I get an idea. An awful idea. A wonderful, awful idea, and I grow a sly smile upon my lips. “Cant pay? Well then, I guess I’ll just have to eat you.”

Derpy looks up at me with her large golden eyes, which for the first time I’ve ever seen, both focused upon me.

“Oh yes now that I look at you, you do look mighty tasty,” I say with a grin.

“N-no please.” Derpy whimpers out. “My Dinky.” She sobs.

I felt that I might have been going a little too far, but only for about a fraction of a second, before that feeling was shoved down by the memories of just how much damage Derpy had managed to do to my property over my three years here.

“Oh no, you are not getting out of this one, you owe me a debt and you are going to pay up!” I state firmly as I take Derpy by the wrist and get her to stand to her hooves as I pull her into the kitchen. Her tears flowing freely as I lead her over to the kitchen table and make her lie upon it.

Derpy sniffles as she slowly gets up on the top of the scorched table, lying down on her back. Her legs hang over the edge of the table.

“Good,” I state as I walk over to the fridge, open it, then rummage around before pulling out a can and walk back over to Derpy. “Now be good while I prepare you.”

Derpy closes her eyes and nods with a sob as I get to work. I take up the bottle, still on the table, and take another swig of its burning liquid. I get to work, setting the bottle on the floor and picking up the can, giving it a firm shake. After a minute, Derpy was now covered in what appeared to be a whipped cream bikini.

I lick my lips as I pull up one of her legs and give her a gentle nibble on her ankle. This causes her to sniffle and crack one of her eyes open. When she does this I quickly open my mouth and move in quickly to her inner thigh, causing her to let out a squeak as I gently pinch her thigh with my canines.

I grin inwardly as I slowly move up her thigh, nibbling and biting at her tender flesh. Each scrape of my teeth or lick of the tongue causing her to flinch; still expecting the harsh sting of my canines as they tear away her flesh. But it never comes.

I move in closer, stopping just before my prize. I look up at Derpy, who opens her eyes, as I open my mouth and dive into the white whipped cream that covers her secret entrance.

I run my tongue up through the whipped cream, licking it up into my mouth, as I draw my muscle across and between her delicate petals; causing the mare to gasp from somewhere above me. This only motivates my liquored mind to push onwards, flicking the tip of my tongue across her pearl causing her to cry out.

Her flavor's sweet like blueberries but also balanced by a tartness, like a sour candy. Using my thumbs to pull her lips apart, I look into her pink tunnel. Derpy’s legs tremble as I dive into her inner depths, slathering my tongue over and between her lips, sliding deeper into her and flicking around.

I am blessed with a throaty moan from the mare as her back arches from the table, pushing herself into me as a spurt of tart, yet sweet nectar bursts into my mouth. This makes me reach up and, with a finger, begin flicking the pearl which causes the mare to cry out louder as her body goes into spasms as another gush of liquid explodes into my mouth.

I have to grab ahold of her hips with my arms as she bucks around riding out her orgasm; while gripping the edge of the table with my hands, the table gives out sending it and us crashing onto the floor.

Derpy lays upon the table with a far away look in her eyes, her tongue lolling out of her mouth as her body continues to twitch as I lap up the remains of her juices.

I sit up, lick my lips, and look at the mare who is completely out of it. I smile as I try to stand, stumbling slightly and move into the living room. The room is spinning in my inebriated state, the sunlight blinding. Then I fall over upon the warm back of the overturned couch, closing my eyes and entering into a drunken stupor.