Even farther from home

'J'lae can not remember what he was supposed to do. Perhaps that dragon did more damage than J'lae previously thought. Ah well, might as well wander the town in hopes of remembering my task.'

Having your hunger sedated and with nothing else to do, you decided that the best course of action was to familiarize yourself with this place called Ponyville. Scanning the area for any immediate danger or a certain pink pony, you were relieved to find nothing that would cause you harm. You began to walk with no specific destination in mind and were presented with many pleasant greetings and even a few gifts from the locals. Some gifts were as simple as an arrangement of flowers while others were as complex like a saddle bag that seemed to have an infinite amount of space in it. One gift in particular though caught your attention for the sheer unlikeliness of it even existing in the world you were in. The one who presented you with it was a mint green unicorn who called herself Lyra. As you met her on the street, you felt her eyes trace your entire being before she broke out into a smile and said, "Eh, close enough!"

She then levitated a pair of purple gloves to you and said they were for you. As you took the gloves you could see that the actual sewing was barely keeping it together, but the unicorn seemed so proud of herself that you put on a forced smile and slowly nodded your head. She then began to babble about how she felt the urge to make this article of clothing and then became obsessed with it and its shape. She also mentioned that that the materials she used were made out of some demonic spider silk that got into her home on something called 'Nightmare Night'.

Putting the gloves on, they fit surprisingly well and were very smooth on your fur. Once again thanking Lyra for the odd gift, you parted ways and found yourself in front of another building that resembled a shop. It was nothing as grand as Sugarcube Corner, but rather had simplistic wooden walls that gave off a slight sheen. Walking into the store, your entrance was accompanied by a small ding and what you found in front of you almost brought a tear to your eye. There were shelves and shelves full of all kinds of alcohol.

Many of the names and brands were silly and odd such as 'The hung horse' or 'Crying pegasus.' Nonetheless, they still made you give a chuckle. As you inspected more bottles and various other little accessories that were used with drinks, you hadn't noticed the purple pony who was eyeing you oddly.

"Oi! Is there anything I can help you with?" The sudden voice caught you off guard and you dropped the bottle of 'Screaming Manticore Cub' you were holding which shattered on the floor and left a red puddle in its place.

"Oh, umm, yes.... J'lae thinks someone spilled that...."

"Uh huh, and you wouldn't have had anything to do with breaking that 10,000 bit bottle of wine?" She said with an annoyed look.

'10,000 bits! Wait, how much is that worth in septims....'

With no currency of any kind, you began to stammer an excuse and you felt your ears fold down. The pony only watched in what seemed like amusement until she finally let out a very loud laugh.

"Ha! You sure are fun to mess with, you know that?"

"..... So you're not mad that J'lae broke your 10,000 bit wine?"

"Don't worry about it, it actually is only a shabby knock off. It only costs 10 bits." You let out a genuine laugh at the joke the pony pulled on you, even though you were slightly mad at her trickery. "Hey, aren't you the wanker that saved us from that dragon a couple weeks ago?"

"Yes that would be me."

"Why didn't you say so in the first place! I got a bottle of 'BLACK URSA' vodka with your name written all over it!"

"That is kind of you, but if J'lae may ask, who are you?"

"Me?" The pony asked while pointing a dramatic hoof to her chest. "I am Berry Punch, one of the finest wine sellers in all of Equastria." She said with pouted lips before she broke into laughter. "Follow me, that vodka isn't going to drink itself!"

Following her behind the counter, Berry pulled out a bobby pin from her mane and unlocked a drawer with it. Pulling out the bottle of BLACK URSA which was a black liquid contained in a red bottle. The label looked like the humongous creature that you killed in the forest but was only a solid purple color. As she grabbed two shot glasses from the drawer, she poured a shot into each and offered you one.

"Now I have to warn you, this stuff isn't for pansies. If your not careful you'll be on your rump in no time"

"J'lae has drank with the god of debauchery, no pony tonic is strong enough to defeat me."

"If you say so." Berry sang in a sing song voice.

Three shots later

"Heeeeeey kitty cat *hic* where'd you get those gloves?"

"Oh these?" You said while putting up your hands unsteadily in the air. "I gots them from this one gurl called Lyra."

"Oooooh *hic* You have a crush on Lyra!"

"I do not! But shes is very kind."

"Ha! You do like *hic* her! I won't lie, I'm sorta jealous..."

"Whaaa? What are ya talking about?"

"Aww, who wouldn't want ya. You fought a dragon and wun, you funny *hic* and yer lips look so inviting....."

You felt your cheeks blush even more. Something you didn't think was possible considering how drunk you were. Looking at Berry's lips, it was almost as if she was begging for you to take her right there and then. Not one to waste an opportunity, you closed your eyes and leaned in closer to the drunk pony. She followed your actions and leaned forward as well. Just as your lips were about to touch, you felt rope covering your entire body. This prevented any movement, causing you to fall over. Looking around for the perpetrator, you found the Cutie Mark Crusaders standing over your body with smiles sewn across their faces.

"Thanks for helping with our plan Berry!" The orange one said.

"No problem gurls *hic* Just let me have a turn with him all tied up like that once your done interrogating him."

The Crusaders seemed confused by her request but still shook their heads in agreement.

"Berry, how coulds you!?" You yelled in sadness. She simply gave a drunken shrug before falling asleep on her counter. You then felt yourself being dragged across the floor and dozed off, ignoring the many exited cheers from the Crusaders.