Beer Can

The door to Delta Vee’s caravan creaked open as the cyan mare stepped inside, muttering something about ‘this damn heat’ outside.

Held in her muzzle she was carrying two plastic bags that, if her earlier announcements were to be believed, were filled with groceries she had picked up at the next store. And based on the odd fashion one of the bags appeared to be bulging out, the mare had also brought back a six-pack of beer.

Delta Vee stopped in front of her dinner table, lowering the bag and spitting out the goods she had brought back, before shaking her head and turning around.

It took her eyes a second of searching before her gaze came to rest on the mare sitting on the ground behind her, right next to the entrance door. “Oh. Hey, Trash. Didn’t see you there.” Delta greeted her new friend and roommate briefly.

“H-hello Miss Vee.” the mare known as Trash replied curtly, her body, voice and expression seeming oddly… tense, her face deeply red, her backside pressed firmly against the ground, “I-I… didn’t expect you to be back so soon!”

The older mare frowned at that, cocking an eyebrow. “I was out for an hour or so. What the heck have you been up to?”

“Nothing!” Trash affirmed hastily, barely even letting Delta finish, cold sweat breaking across her forehead as she found herself wanting to arise, but made sure to keep herself seated firmly on the ground. Celestia knows what’d happen if she were to get up now.

Visibly confused at her friend’s strange behavior, Delta let her gaze rest on her for a moment or two longer, but then shook her head, turning away and beginning to unpack her purchases - mainly Boop O’Roops, milk, and the aforementioned pack of beer.

Visibly relieved that Delta wasn’t going to question the situation any further, Trash let out a soft sigh, her body relaxing noticeably as she could feel that… familiar sensation coming from her crotch slowly die down. Maybe she was going to get out of this alive after all.

However, the charcoal mare felt herself tense up again, heart rate back at 180 as she noticed Delta’s gaze drift back over to her, looking at her, or rather… a certain something that was standing on the ground in front of Trash, forgotten by the earth pony mare in the heat of the moment.

Following her friend’s gaze, Trash felt her body stiffen in panic, her eyes shooting downward and landing on the single, unopened beer can standing on the ground in front of her, its surface seeming to glisten in the light coming from above. Instinctively, she found herself wanting to reach out to slide the can behind herself and hide it, but froze in her movement as her ears perked up.

“Huh.” Delta said, slightly surprised, “I thought I was out of beer.” Trash winced as Delta looked at the six-pack she had just unpacked, but then shrugged and focused her gaze back on the can that was standing in front of Trash. “Might as well…”

“N-no!” Trash wanted to shout. It… wasn’t like she wanted to stop her good friend from indulging in the sweet taste of beer, really. Trash had tried it herself once, but had simply failed to see the appeal, but she was okay with Delta drinking on a regular basis, as long as she wouldn’t overdo it.

No, Trash was perfectly fine with Delta enjoying a beer, really. Just… not from this particular can!

The mare squirmed, feeling her nethers give a twitch as the ground underneath her rear seemed to get more moist and hot with every second.

She had uh… had been a bit bored after Delta had headed out. And faced with a severe lack of things to keep herself busy with, and knowing about her friend’s rather liberal attitude towards sex, she had decided that she might as well enjoy herself a bit. It was a particularly hot day outside, and… she had been getting a bit horny, after all.

And seeing how Delta kept her toys used for this purpose safely locked away, and her own hooves were still covered in dirt from her latest session of roaming through the local pile of garbage, it had been clear that Trash needed some… assistance. Fortunately, one single can of beer had remained in Delta’s fridge.

Trash squirmed again, feeling a wave of heat run through her body as her mind went back to the heated session she had been in earlier - until Delta had interrupted her, that is. She closed her eyes for a bit longer than a blink, feeling the can inside her, its cold surface refreshing and thrilling against her most private parts, the thin layer of moisture that had formed on it serving as an effective lubricant as she felt her walls spread around the cold metal object, her body willingly taking it in as she had gently lowered herself onto it.

Her thoughts still sunken deep into lewdness, Trash failed to notice how Delta had reached out for the object of desire, and snatched the still moist beer can with a wing.

Giving a startled squeak, her body going stiff with terror, unable to bring out a word, Trash watched wide-eyed as Delta wordlessly inspected the can for a second, seeming to wonder why it felt a bit more moist then usual, but then shrugged and cracked it open.

Trash swallowed uneasily, thoughts and feelings of riding on top of that very same beer can flooding her mind. She pressed her lips together, giving a muffled moan as her nethers twitched softly, still feeling the sensation of the cold metal object forcing its way into her private parts, her nethers only gradually stretching and allowing the object in.

But oh Celestia, the sensation as the can’s blunt top had finally penetrated her; had slid into her with a surprising ease, and caused an intense shudder to run through her spine as the metal seemed to cool her heated bits from the inside out… it was indescribable.

It hadn’t taken long until Trash had felt her nethers begin to tense up, her arousal growing with every passing second as she had slowly, carefully, pushed herself back up, only to let herself sink back onto the can again moments later, her mouth giving the lightest of moans as the can brought her sweet relief from her heated arousal, lips trembling and eyes drifting shut.

She had felt her own climax approach, the telltale feeling of her nethers tensing up seeming overwhelming, just as the sound of somepony landing in front of the caravan had caused her ears to perk up, the sweating, moaning mare startling abruptly and scrambling to get back to her hooves. The can had remained stuck within her for a few seconds, just as Delta had fumbled with the door, and only with a quick, intense shake of her behind had the panicking, heavily blushing mare managed to remove the container from her private parts, leading it to fall to the ground and remain in an almost perfectly upright position.

And now…

Trash pulled her head in, her face a deep crimson, teeth clenched and lips pressed together as she watched Delta hold the can in her wing and lead it to her mouth. The earth pony mare felt herself begin to shiver, her lips trembling as she saw Delta take a sniff of the beer, raising an eyebrow for a second, before shaking her head and raising the can to her lips.

Should… should she say something? How would Miss Vee react? Would she be mad at her!?

Trash twitched lightly.

O-of course she would! Not only that Trash had taken her beer, she had also abused it as a toy to pleasure herself! Miss… Miss Vee wouldn’t be happy!

B-but… but she couldn’t just let Miss Vee drink from… from that can, could she?

Could she!?

Trash wanted to scream, insecurity tearing her apart. What… what if Delta would notice!? Heck, how could she not notice!? The can was covered in Trash’s juices! How… how could she not-

Delta took a sip of the beer.

Trash’s heart stopped.

A few moments of total silence passed.

Then…

“Hmm…” Delta said, cocking an eyebrow, moving the beer around in her mouth for a second longer, before swallowing.

Trash held her breath.

Would… would Delta notice? Would she suspect what Trash had done with the can? Would… would she explode and kick the poor mare out? W-would she…

“Mmmhm. Tangy.” Delta commented on the beer, licking her lips, a look of approval forming on her face. “Some new brand?”

“H-hehe… m-maybe!” Trash said with an awkward grin, the blush on her face deepening. “I mean… could be… r-right?”

“Hmmm.” Delta replied briefly, before she raised the can again, taking another sip. “I like it. Nice to have a beer that doesn’t taste like piss for a change.”

“H-hehehe!” Trash forced herself to agree, bringing out a brief chuckle, “Y-yes, sure! G-glad you like it!”

She felt her blush deepening. H-had she said too much!? Had… had she given herself away!?

But Delta merely shrugged as she turned away, keeping the can raised to her mouth and eagerly pouring the ‘tangy’-tasting beer into her mouth. “Remind me to get some more of that next time I’m out, will you?”

“S-sure!” Trash forced out, subtly grinding her behind against the ground at the prospect of Delta… enjoying that taste, “N-no problem, Miss Vee.”

The brief giggle lasted for a few seconds longer, before Delta shrugged again and turned away, allowing the charcoal mare to give a long sigh of relief, and close her eyes.

That… had been a close call.