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                   Two Mares, One Bottle                   
                     -by ABronyLife42-                     
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                         Feur Frei                         
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Feur Frei
A stray brick propped open the door as they stepped onto the concrete top of the Chronicler building. Grapevine had reluctantly followed Minty to the roof, and now paced around, looking impatient.
“Okay, we’re here,” Grapevine said once Minty had joined her near the edge. “Now, can you tell me why I’m up here?”
“You seemed a bit stressed,” Minty said.
“Are you suggesting I should jump off?”
Minty laughed. “No, you just reminded me of how I felt after coming back from the jail a few nights ago, and I remembered how a friend helped me get over it a little bit.”
She rolled her eyes. “And that would be...?”
“When was the last time you watched the sunset?” Minty said. She picked her words carefully, going out on a wing. “Like really watched it, not just glance at it?”
“I don’t know, why?” she said.
Minty wordlessly pointed behind her. The sun had indeed begun to set on Fillydelphia, and the view was spectacular, though still trumped by the view from Serenity. Fading sunlight glinted off the towers around downtown, and made both the Delamare and Schuylhoof rivers sparkle like diamonds in a cave. Electric lights began to blink on one by one in the reddening light.
“See?” Minty said. Her friend nodded, her eyes fixed on the view. She wanted to say more, to reassure her that things would turn out alright somehow and that it was best not to worry so much about such things, but Grapevine seemed to get the message.
After a while, Minty sat down with my back to the door and watched her, held still by the view of the cityscape. Grapevine stood there for a long time, long after the moon had risen and the city came alive in an electric fervor.
Minty was half-asleep at that point, but some time later she thought she heard Grapevine whisper, “Thank you.”
* * *
“What did you say?” Minty asked, leaning towards Grapevine. Grapevine turned around and looked at her, waving a hoof in the air nonchalantly.
“Nothing.” She turned her head back towards the sky and said, “You know, I could really use a drink right about now.”
Minty rolled her eyes. “Of course you do. Isn’t that your solution to everything?” she asked sarcastically. “Besides, neither of us have any bits to our name. How are you going to get any?”
She turned her head back towards Minty with a wide grin. “Yes, actually, and who needs bits when I know where Ornate keeps his secret booze.” Minty face hoofed. Grapevine galloped past her back downstairs. Minty sighed and waited patiently for her return.  
When she did, a couple glass bottles of whiskey were floating around her. Her grin still wide as ever, she floated a bottle down to Minty, who just stared at with disgust. “You don’t think I’m going to drink that do you?”
Grapevine scoffed at me and shoved the bottle into my hooves. “Grow up will ya, and just have a sip of it. You don’t have to get drunk, just get a little tipsy and you’ll feel good.”
Minty looked up at her skeptically, but from the look on Grapevine’s face she wasn’t going to take no for answer. So she took the bottle, pulled the cap off, and took a decent swig. She shook her head as the burning of alcohol slid down her throat, but left a sweet apple aftertaste. “Hmmm... it’s not as bad as I thought it would be,” Minty said.
Grapevine had a smug grin on her face. “See, I told ya. Now watch a master at her work.” She took her own bottle in her magic and chugged half of it. Minty’s jaw dropped when she brought the bottle back down, and didn’t even react. Grapevine looked at her with a goofy grin. “See, nothin to it.”
Minty raised and eyebrow and said, “Oh, you think that having a high tolerance for alcohol makes you tough? Well two can play at that game.” She took her own bottle for the second time and chugged it just like Grapevine did, until less than quarter was left. She turned back towards her, and smiled when she saw Grapevine’s wide eyes. “See, nothin to it.”
Grapevine grinned and in a determined toned said, “It is on!”
A few minutes later, they had two bottles finished off between the both of them, and were starting on their third. When Grapevine stood up, she was swaying dangerously. “You... you... know what?” she said as she pointed a hoof at Minty. “We should go tear something up.” She paused for sec. “I-I-I have been feeling angry a lot lately and I just need to smash something.”
Minty didn’t even think twice about it. She got up right in front of Grapevine and grabbed her face with a hoof and said, “Yes... yes we should totally smash something.” She lowered her head. “Bu... What?”
Grapevine raised a hoof to her chin, as if deep in thought. “Weeeeeeeeeeelllll... ” Her eyes widened. “I know what we should smash... the newsroom.” Her eyes had a determined look in them.
Minty stared back into them, and said, “Let’s do this.” They both laughed and headed for the door, and hung on to each other for leverage.
* * *
As soon as they had reached newsroom, Minty asked, “Hey, hey, hey... “ Minty was poking Grapevine in the neck. “What are we doing?”
She grabbed her hoof and said, “Will you stop? You’re worse than a filly on her birthday.”
“Awww bu... I just wanted know what we’re doing.” Minty pouted at her. Grapevine gave a loud sigh.
“We are going to destroy the newsroom,” she said with a grin.
“Oh that’s right! I am excited Grape-y.” Minty laughed goofily. Grapevine rolled her eyes.
We stumbled our way through the news room. Grapevine found a chair for Minty and set her down on it. “You stay right here for second. I am gonna go find the radio. We can’t destroy without some music.” Minty nodded almost falling forward.
Grapevine turned around, disappeared for moment, and returned with a big brown stereo looking thing. She struggled with the plug for a second, but she quickly had the it up and running. “Soooo... what you want to listen to?” She asked while her head was up against the speakers, turning the dial.
Minty shrugged. “I don’t know even know what you’re talking about.” She started giggling like crazy.
“Well you’re helpful,” Grapevine said continuing to turn on static, until finally a song (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kBlVj-aiPcI) came on. Minty jumped up ,somehow able to stand on her hind legs, on a table. “Don’t change this! This is a Germane band, Rammstien!” She yelled. The music was like the ignition to her inner demons waiting to come out. She began moving her body along with music, and lip syncing to every word.
Grapevine raised an eyebrow, but started bobbing her to head to the music. “I don’t know what the fuck they are saying, but it definitely makes me feel like flipping over some tables.” She galloped over to closest table. “AAAAHHHHH!!” Her face contorting as she flipped it over. She then turned around and spotted a typewriter. She levitated it, and threw it against the wall. “Fuck yeah! That feels good!”
Minty, on the other hoof, started doing her own air guitar, and was bobbing her head in sync with the music. Her body started spinning around uncontrollably and she fell backwards onto the ground.
Even in the middle of Grapevine’s rampage, she stopped after bucking a chair into the wall to check on her. “Hey, hey, hey,” she said, poking Minty in the gut after every ‘hey’.
Minty titled her head to the right, and then to the left, a look of confusion on her face. “Why are there four of you? She pouted. “I... want a clone.”
Grapevine laughed. “Well we will get you a clone as soon as Sterling figures out how to do it.” She helped Minty back up. “But first you need to help me tear this place a part.”
Minty looked at Grapvine, swaying from side to side. “How is that supposed to help me get a clone?”
She face hoofed.”It’s not going to get you a clone, but it’ll be a lot of fun.”
Minty looked around and inspected every blurry object, then looked back at her and shrugged. “Alright.”
They began their onslaught of the office. Nothing was safe. They flipped over every table that sent papers, quills, and ink everywhere. The typewriters that they destroyed had little pieces scattered everywhere. Every inanimate object in their path was either destroyed, bucked, or thrown out windows.
It went on for what seemed like hours, but eventually the last typewriter slammed against the floor. Grapevine was moving was standing against up against a wall moving her hooves across it. Minty trotted over and sat down beside her like a dog. “Wha... wha... you doing?” she said.
She scoffed, pointed at the wall and said, “I am making a masss... terpiece of that angry, bitch, Pullmare.”
Minty stared at her with half an eyelid open. “Truly a magnificent piece of work.” It was a poorly drawn picture of a pony with wide variety of colorful words around it. She pointed a hoof at one of them and said, “What does ‘cunt’ mean?“
“Oh... that is a technical term for bitch. It’s very spe... cial. I only say that about ponies who desssss... erve it, and Pullmare is just that ssss... pecial,” she said with pride in her voice.
Minty turned and trotted over to one of the walls with ink splattered from the smashed typewriters. She covered her hooves in it, trotted back to Grapevine, and began her own contribution to this masterpiece.
“What are you writing?” Grapevine asked.
“I‘m writing some innnn... sults in Germane. Nopony will suspect me because I didn’t write in Equestrian.” Minty stuck her tongue out at Grapevine.
She stared back, dumbfounded. “Sussss... pect you of what?”
I stopped and looked at her with my eyelids half closed, “My crimes against ponanity!”
Grapevine looked back at the wall. “Indeed.” She turned around and looked at the damage they had caused. “Damn! This is fucking great.” Her eyes drooped. “I am getting kind of tired though.”
Minty yawned. “Yeah me too. Where we gonna sleep?”
She sat down and tapped her head. “I'm thinking... IIIII'mmm thinking... I'm thinkiiinnnnggg.” Her eyes lit up and she pointed her hoof in the air. “I know, Wwwwweeeee... will sleep on the roof. Where nooooo... pony will find us.”
Minty turned toward her and exclaimed, “It's foalproof! Nopony will ever go up there to find us.”
Grapevine nodded. “Exactly! Now go on ahead. I’ll go get us some blankets.”
Minty raised an eyebrow, but trotted to entrance of the stairwell.
* * *
Somehow, Minty had made to the roof and was shivering from the cold breeze. She stared out at the full moon. “I think my vision has been doubled, because there are two moons. I hope Princess Luna can handle them.”
The door behind her swung open and Grapevine came in leaning against the door. She pointed upwards. “I have arrived with... blankets!” They were floating around above, doing twists and turns as if they were dancing to ballroom music.
Minty stared at the blankets, got up on her hind legs, and began waving her hooves. “How did you capture those ghosts?”
Grapevine mimicked Minty and said, “Magic.” They shared a laugh as Grapevine clumsily set the blankets down. Once they were in place, Grapevine laid down under the top blanket, turned towards Minty, and patted the ground in front of her. “Come join me.”
Minty stared at her, but skipped to the blankets and said, “Okie dokie!” Then laid down on said spot under the blanket.
Grapevine giggled at Minty and wrapped her arms around her. “You’re... so warm, Minty.”
“Well thank you,” she said turning to face her, blushing with a small smile. Minty also wrapped her arms around Grapevine. “You’re pretty warm too, you know.”
They stared at each other for awhile, both blushing. Then Grapevine leaned and kissed Minty on the mouth. She pulled back quickly, her face turned a deep crimson. “I-I-I... “
“Shut up.” Minty grabbed her and pulled her into a deeper kiss. Grapevine was shocked by her aggressiveness, but relaxed and let her take control. They both opened their mouths and began caressing against each other tongues. The strong, sweet apple whiskey still lingered on them, and made them both shiver and moan with each gentle stroke.
Grapevine slowly pulled away with a string saliva still connecting both their lips, until she rolled Minty on her back. She got up on top of her and leaned into her neck and bit it lightly sending a tingle through Minty, making her wings audibly pop out. She began her slow descent down Minty’s body, kissing and nibbling it all along the way. Minty was trembling and groaning at each of Grapevine’s actions.
Once she reached Minty’s exposed area, she saw Minty’s sex was already moist. Grapevine lifted her head up and smiled at Minty and said, “Oh some... pony is eager.” Minty blushed and nodded. Grapevine leaned back in and licked in between Minty’s inner thigh and pink labia. Grapevine slid across to the middle of Minty’s delicate flower making her convulse and moan with delight. It encouraged Grapevine to slide her tongue all along the pink walls and sucking up the juices with a soft slurping sound.
Minty’s moans become louder as Grapevine stuck her tongue deeper into her vaginia and explored the inner cavity. Grapevine could feel the walls of her vaginia closing in and Minty began breathe harder. She backed out quickly before Minty came, rose up, and started looking from side-to-side, sending liquid everywhere.
“What.. are you... ?” Minty asked.
Grapevine raised a hoof to Minty’s lips. “Shhhh, I am looking for... ah, here is one.” She lifted one of the empty whiskey bottles, leaning to the side, and showed it to Minty. “Now this is where it gets exciting.”
Minty stared at it confused. “What are you gonna do... with that?”
Grapevine gave her a sly grin. “Oh... you’ll see.”
Slowly, Grapevine lowered the bottle to Minty’s nethers, and gently teased Minty’s warm, wet sex with the tip of the bottle. Her breathing quickened, and she groaned louder with each stroke of the bottle. Grapevine eased Minty’s lower lips apart and stuck the bottle inside her. Minty arched her body in the air, and moaned loudly.
The bottle was tight inside Minty, so Grapevine eased it in and out her trembling sex getting a cute yip with every entry. She quickened her pace with the bottle. Minty started yelling, “Fuck me harder!” It was covered in her juices now, and Grapevine had a hard time grasping it. So she switched over to her magic, causing Minty tremble faster as her walls closed in on the bottle.
With one final shove of her magic, Minty’s body stiffened and she screamed, “I’m cumming!” The bottle shot out from her and went flying through the air. Minty lay on the ground, breathing hard and basking in the glow of her orgasm. Grapevine noticed the juices flowing Minty’s sex, and grinned at her accomplishment. “So... from I what I can see... you enjoyed that.” She looked up at Minty. She had already passed out with her mouth hanging open, and drool going down her face.
“Well, so much for me getting some.” Grapevine shrugged. “Oh well... I’ve wanted to do that to her for awhile now.”
She laid down next to Minty, and cuddled up next to her. “Her moaning was so cute.”
Grapevine fell asleep with Minty in her arms.