A Particularly Tasty Bratwurst
You are Anon, and by god, you're uncomfortable right now.
You fidgeted in your seat, tugging at the leather straps of your outfit. "Listen, I know this is like, your culture and shit, but are the suspenders really necessary?" You asked Aryanne, the mare only beaming at you in response. It was the ass-crack of dawn and cold as shit in the hotel room, and your get-up wasn't helping with that at all. Who knew Germaney would be so fucking cold?
"Ja, zey are. Vy?" She asked, looking completely at home in her own outfit. You'd met her a few years back while attending mandated anger-management sessions. You’d been ordered by Twilight to go to them when you punted Fluttershy through a window after she broke into your house. Fucking misandrists. Anyway, back to the adorable mare sitting in front of you.
You two had clicked pretty much instantly. She was there because she set a juice store on fire. She never told you why she did that, and you could never quite figure it out. But ever since then you two had become regular drinking buddies and all-around bros. Plus, she was a fucking great wingman. Pony. Wingpony.
You shook your head, scratching at the stubble on your chin. "No particular reason. So, what can I expect from this big pow-wow you've been hyping up for the past month?"
She giggled, clicking her horseshoes together excitedly. You hadn't seen her this happy since the time she played Hearts of Iron... And there's a reason she hasn't played it since. "Lots und lots of alcohol, mein freunde. As vell as food, contests und rides!" She put her hooves on your shoulders, shaking you back and forth. "Over zix million ponies every year! Vat's not to love?!"
You bopped her snoot, causing her to go cross-eyed. "The part where I'm a huge introvert and that's a whole lotta fuckin' ponies?" You shrugged, giving her a bro hug. "The alcohol is really selling it though. And you said it's free?"
She nodded, grabbing you by the hand and pulling you upright. "Ja, und it flows like a river for ze next two veeks! You von't remember your name by ze time ze day is over!"
You chuckled, stretching your arms out and limbering up. "I s’pose I'll take your word for it then, Ary'. Let's go get drunk, shall we?"
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It must've been around ten when you two managed to get to the fair. First, the taxi driver somehow got lost and spent an hour getting to the place. Then you two had to wait in line, shivering your asses off, and when you finally got to the fucking entrance to the place the dumbfuck staffing the gate tried hitting on Ary'. Thankfully, all it took was a look and he backed off with his tail between his legs like the pussy he knew he was. All things told? You were pretty fuckin' pissed off and you hadn't even had a drop of booze yet.
Thankfully, not only did the festival proper have beer, it also had warm food. And you and Aryanne had both agreed you needed a hearty breakfast after all the prior fuckery that had occurred thus far.
So that's where you two were now, sitting inside some weird-ass restaurant tent thing, waiting for your food. And it smelled great. Like one of those barbecues your folks would take you to, only this time it wasn't to creepy Uncle Sam's house, it was to a massive festival that didn't remind you of a catholic priest.
You gulped down the last of the beer in your glass, setting it down on the table as Aryanne did the same. Immediately, a portly server rushed to refill your glasses to the brim, the foam spilling over the side of the glass. "Y'know, this is some pretty good beer. Not like that shit we buy for movie night at all. They sell this stuff in stores?" You asked, taking a second to try and dissect the flavor. Sweet, malty goodness assaulted your taste buds, leaving a nice, spicy aftertaste in its wake that left you wanting more. It wasn't that strong, but that's okay. Alcohol doesn't have to be strong in order to be good.
She giggled, nodding her head. "Ja, zough it can be a bit more expensive zen ze kind you usually buy. Vould that be too rich for your blood, Nonny?" She queried teasingly, resting her cheek on her hoof. Her thick accent assaulted your ears and sent shivers down your spine. You couldn't help it, the accent was just... hot.
"Entschuldigung, Ihr Essen ist angekommen." The waiter's voice shook you out of your train of thought, setting two steaming hot bratwursts in front of you. Aryanne, predictably, had a nice heaping pile of sauerkraut. She looked to the waiter, nodding politely, and hoofed a golden bit to her. "Danke schön!"
You frowned, taking your hand away from your wallet. "You didn't have to pay, I said I'd cover it."
She raised an eyebrow at you as she gulped down a mouthful of the fermented cabbage. "You zertainly did, but I vas closer soooo... Deal vith it."
You shrugged, taking a bite of your glorified German sausage. "Fair enough, no need to get hissy about it, Mein Fuhrer."
She giggled, bopping your nose from across the table. "Und don't you forget it, stattlich!"
You furrowed your brow, pausing mid-bite. "I have the strange feeling that I should be offended by... Whatever you just called me."
She gave you a mischievous smile, sipping at her drink. "Maybe, maybe not. You never know!"
You grumbled to yourself as you proceeded to finish your food. Fuckin kraut ponies. Why couldn't you have learned German?
Oh yeah, because you got zapped here before Duolingo could force you to be productive. That's why.
Taking a final bite out of your bratwurst, you waited for Aryanne to finish her food. Folk music blared in the background, including some of what you thought was folk metal, but you weren't quite sure. Looking out of the tent, you could see creatures of all races exploring the fair and enjoying themselves.
After a few minutes, you heard a loud cough from her direction. Looking back, you saw her wiping at her face with a napkin, the large bowl now completely empty. "Jeez, Ary'. You're gonna get fat if you keep eating like that!"
She shrugged, hopping off her chair and trotting towards the exit, a little bit shakier than before. "More, how you would say," She turned back to look at you, grinning and giving you a wink. "Junk in ze trunk? I zought you liked your mares 'Thicc', Anon!"
You rushed to finish off your beer and followed after her. "Hey now, you don't bring Applejack's thighs into this!"
She laughed, lightly punching your leg. "I can und I will, you and I both know zat I'm ze only mare for you. Now come, let's go ride ze roller coaster!"
You frowned, picking her up by the barrel and clutching her to your side, not caring for the strange looks thrown your way in response. "Nope, you just ate and you're gonna let your stomach settle. Last time you barfed, it took weeks to get that shit out of your fur, and I guarantee that pretty little outfit of yours is even harder to clean."
She blushed, the adorable red tint spreading up to her ears. Shit, did you just call her adorable? The beer must be getting to you already. "You really zink zat it's pretty?"
Fuck it, cats out of the bag now. "Yup, it's cute as shit. Now, before we jump the gun and puke up our breakfast, let's go find some of those contests you were gushin' about earlier."
She pouted, going limp in your grasp as you hauled her around the fairgrounds. All sorts of tents were set up around the place, selling all sorts of odds and ends. Model airship kits, umbrellas, hats... The whole kit and caboodle. Truth be told, it reminded you of the quaint little country fairs from your hometown, giving you that sweet nostalgic goodness.
It wasn't long before you felt her tapping at your side to catch your attention. Looking down, she was pointing off towards a particular tent in the distance, though you couldn't quite see what kind. "Anoooon! Go zat vay, quickly!"
You shrugged your shoulders, slinging her around to a piggy-back position. "As you command, your Highness!" You broke into a sprint, rushing towards the vendor she had pointed to. You could hear her cries of joy from her position around your shoulders as you dug your heels in and slid to a stop, panting and huffing heavily. Last time you ran that hard, you had nearly forgotten to delete your browsing history!
Anyway, Aryanne was practically glowing with excitement as she stomped her hooves like she was a kid again. You lifted your head up to see what all the fuss was about, being met with a face full of pony. "Stroopwafels! Nonny you must try zem!"
You raised an eyebrow. "The hell's a 'stroopwaffle?'" She dragged you over to the stove where the elderly vendor had a large amount of them set off to the side to stay warm. You could see syrup drizzling out of what looked like a massive chocolate wafer about the size of your hand, with the requisite waffle pattern that the name implied. Truth be told, it looked like the kind of thing that would give you a nice heaping spoonful of Diabeetus. Naturally, being a fat person at heart, you knew you had to try one.
"Alright bud, how much for two of these?" He looked more disturbed by you speaking English than by looking at what amounted to a hairless monkey that had escaped from the zoo.
"Errr... Four bits, mein freunde." He said, his eyes flickering towards Aryanne as if begging her for an explanation. Not eager to get held up by conversation any longer, you roughly plopped the four shiny coins on to the table in front of you, snatching two of the culinary delights as you turned on your heel and walked away, Aryanne making sure to stay hot on your tail. After a bit of searching, you finally found an unoccupied bench to sit down at.
Aryanne took a seat beside you, taking her waffle from you greedily. "Jeez, hungry much?"
She giggled, nibbling at the treat. She looked just like one of those mice from a Disney cartoon. "Nein, but it has been many years zince I've had one of zese!"
You took a bite out of yours. Sure enough, it was like a mixture of Christmas morning breakfast and Applebloom’s puppy-dog eyes. You closed your eyes as you savored the flavors, swallowing only after you had milked that bite for all it was worth. "Y'know, bet we could make these in my kitchen."
She hummed to herself, swinging her legs back and forth as she ate. "Hmm, maybe. Vould be a bit difficult, ja?"
You shrugged, mulling it over in your head. "I mean, probably? For how long it took that guy to make these, we're eating em' pretty fast comparatively."
"Vish you vould eat me..."
You looked at her out of the corner of your eye, not quite hearing her. "What was that, Ary?"
She stiffened up a bit, coughing into her hoof. "Oh, nozing, Just zinking out loud. Can ve go on ze roller coaster now?"
You gave her a look, before shrugging off her odd behavior as just Aryanne being Aryanne. "Eh, sure. You want another piggyback ride or are you walking this time?"
She nodded, hopping off of the bench. "I'll be valking."
The two of you made your way over to the large roller coaster, which happened to loop around the park with many of the ever so lovely features of the average ride of its stature, including the totally not terrifying loop-de-loop that was hundreds of feet in the air. It's not that you're afraid of heights... You're afraid of falling from those heights. Huge difference.
Walking over to the line, you both waited until it was your turn to ride, the long wait only leaving you to eye the machine as it sped around far too quickly for your liking. And then it came time for your turn.
Aryanne had a fuckin' blast, that much was apparent from her squeals of enjoyment and throwing her hooves in the air the whole time. You, however? Not so much. You damn near fell out of the cart at one point. Fucking pony-designed shit. There's a reason you needed your own furniture custom made!
Aryanne happily skipped out of the exit lane once that horrible experience was all said and done, leaving you to stumble after her, clutching your stomach. "Urp! Sorry Ary', but we ain't doin' that again."
She looked back at you with a concerned look on her face. "Vhy? Vats wrong?"
You nearly puked then and there, going green in the face. "Roller coasters are Satan, that's why..." You said, sitting down in the grass, showing her the palms of your hands, which were red from gripping the safety bar so tightly.
Her hoof shot up to cover her mouth as she winced. "Ah, zat is not good. Not good at all."
You chuckled in pain, blowing on them as if it would make the pain go away. "No shit, Sherlock. I think I'm just gonna lay here for a bit." You said, allowing yourself to fall to the ground completely.
She laid down next to you, and you two stayed like that for around a half-hour before you decided that more alcohol would dull the pain.
And as predicted, within the hour you and Aryanne were well on your way to being plastered, having sucked down a solid twenty glasses by the time everything was said and done. It was some pretty good shit. Better than the time you first got drunk, at least. Jenny never did forgive you for puking all over her after prom.
Wiping your mouth on your arm, your gaze flickered over to the rather happy mare whom you called a friend. She was still in the process of chugging her glass down, a bit of foam having spilled on to her skirt.
"Hey, Ary." She turned to look at you as she sighed in satisfaction, slamming her empty mug on the table to be refilled. "Thanks for bringin' me here. I'm uhh... Havin' a good time so far."
She giggled, tossing her mane. That damn giggle. It drove you wild. "Bitte! Zo, here's vat I'm zinking. We drink for anozzer hour or two, und zen we go listen to ze final band, und zen we go back to our room. Does zat sound good to you?"
You thought for a moment before nodding. "Yeah, sounds like a plan. Doesn't give us time for any of those contests you wanted to do though."
She shrugged, tapping her hoof impatiently as she waited for more beer. "Naja, it's fine. Ve have two more veeks of zis."
And so you continued drinking, the tavern around you occasionally bursting into drunken song, usually sounding god awful. Why'd the "Magic of Music" never show up when it was actually fuckin' needed? Twiggles and the rest of the power rangers don't need autotune... Except for Rainbow, her scratchy-voiced ass definitely does. But the bunch of assholes around you? It was worse than a twelve-year-old girl singing along to Justin Beiber. Ugh, it gives you a migraine just thinking about it.
Eventually, it got to a point where you couldn't handle it anymore, and you grabbed Aryanne out of her chair, and despite her protests, out of that god-forsaken tavern. "Nope, pipe down. I did you a favor."
"But I vasn't finished vith mein glass yet!" She shouted, reaching towards the bar as if she was able to hold on to it and prevent you dragging her away from it kicking and screaming.
You rustled her mane a bit, causing her to scrunch her nose at you. It made you just want to kiss her right on the nose. "There'll be plenty -hic- more tomorrow, Ary'. It's already gettin' dark, so let's listen to some music before we clock out, 'kay?"
She pouted, crossing her hooves. "Fine, but I expect you to make it up to me by ze end of der nacht, dummkopf."
You quirked an eyebrow at her. Her entire face was covered in a rosy red tint, her bright blue eyes glaring at you with the intensity of a pissed-off poodle. Her nose was also thoroughly scrunched. It reminded you of the time that Pinkie ate a whole lemon. Now THAT was some funny shit.
Carrying her over to the large field where the stage was set up, you watched the band currently on stage pack up their gear and leave, leaving your jaw to drop as you saw who replaced them.
It was fucking Sabaton.
Well, ponified Sabaton, but it was Sabaton nonetheless.
You shook Aryanne, unable to contain your excitement. "Holy shit, Ary'! I know these guys! There was a band just fucking like em' back home!"
She listened to you gush about them for quite some time as the band got themselves set up, and when the music finally began playing she was just as enraptured as you were. The songs were different, sure, but it still gave you goosebumps as the lyrics ran through your head.
Eventually, though, it came to an end, and you made your way home with your drunken friend in tow.
Opening the door to your hotel room, you quietly kicked the door shut as you took off your shoes. Aryanne had wrapped her hooves around your neck, clinging on to you tightly nearly the entire way home, shitfaced beyond belief and unable to walk. You were fairly sure she had sobered up a little bit in the mean time, but you carried her the whole trip just to be safe.
Unclasping her hooves and unceremoniously dumping her ass on the bed, you began dressing down for the night. Taking off those god-awful suspenders and tossing them on the floor, you eagerly tore off your shirt and began scratching yourself where the straps chafed against the skin. The feeling was akin to that of just sitting under a hot shower. Fucking glorious.
You were shaken out of that train of thought by the sound of Aryanne shuffling around. Looking back, she had crawled her way over to the end of the bed, her hooves just peaking over the footboard. She was looking at you nervously, visibly eyeing up every inch of your mostly unclothed body. "Anon I... I have somezing I must say." She was blushing up a storm, and if you didn't know better you'd say she was hiding behind her mane.
You sat down next to her, resting a hand on her withers. She almost seemed to lean into your touch, using it as an opportunity to get closer to you. "'Sup, Ary'?"
She brought her face closer to yours, giving you a quick peck on the lips, stunning you. "I have felt zese.... Feelings for a long time. Vould you... Vould you be mein liebhaber?" You had no clue what that last bit meant exactly, but she got her message across clearly enough.
It took you a hot minute to conjure up a response. Sure, you had known her for a long while now, but you'd never considered a relationship with her. "I don't exactly know if this is the best idea while you're juiced to the gills."
She snorted, pulling you down to lay with her. She held you close to her, whispering into your ear. "Zen indulge me. Just this once."
You pulled back slightly, trying to get a good look at her in the darkness. "I mean, it'd be wrong of me to take advantage of you like th--!" Your eyes widened as she darted forward, kissing you with more force than the last time.
Her eyes were almost glistening in the moonlight that shone through the window, and it was like she was staring directly into your soul. "Tell me no, tell me you don't want zis." She said, trailing a hoof across your chest, sending shivers down the back of your neck. "Tell me you don't vant me."
You opened your mouth to do so, except... The words didn't come. Looking into her eyes, you could see just how deeply she desired you.
She needed you.
You grabbed her chin, pulling her into a kiss. And another. And then another. Soon enough you had rolled over so Aryanne could sit on top of you, the edge of her skirt tickling the area just above your boxers. Finally slipping your tongue inside her mouth, you firmly caressed her hips, doing your best to lean in as far as possible.
She responded in kind, her larger, more powerful tongue easily able to wrestle yours into submission. Truth be told? You actually liked it. But you weren't about to let her win this without a challenge.
You took your hand off her waist and began furiously rubbing at her slit, the widening of her eyes and sudden rigidity telling you that you were on the right track.
Trailing your tongue along her teeth, she practically melted into you, her hooves going limp as you did your best to pleasure her. Rolling so that she was now below you, you began to increase the pace of your ministrations, rubbing as fast as you could, taking immense pleasure in every little gasp and coo that she let out, her eyes shut tightly as she couldn't help but give in to the carnal situation she had put herself in.
Soon enough, she began curling her hooves and moaning louder than before, and that gave you an idea. She blinked her eyes open as you ceased massaging her nethers, only to suck in a sharp breath as you stuck two fingers inside, pumping your arm rapidly as you finger blasted her.
After a good five minutes of that, she couldn't take anymore. "Anon, I'm.... Ah!" She came all over your hand, squirting out all of her delectable mare-cum on to the sheets. You retracted your hand, before slurping up all of her juices in clear view, smirking at her.
"Delicious." You slowly took in the view of her slender form, Aryanne looking down at you in anticipation. "Do you want to stay on top?"
She nodded up at you. So, hastily throwing your boxers to the side, you laid down again, allowing her to climb on top of you, getting a face full of her lovely ass. All eight inches of your hard, throbbing cock greeted her as she situated herself. She rubbed her slit across it a few times to lubricate it, splitting apart against your girth, exposing her clit to your shaft, nearly causing her to collapse from the sensation alone.
You felt her hoof grab your length, guiding it to her wet and velvety lips. And, with a moments hesitation, she allowed herself to descend the length of your shaft, taking her sweet time as she dropped inch after inch, before you had finally hilted inside of her, her pussy squeezing your cock like a vice as you squeezed her flanks, causing you both to gasp in pure, unadulterated pleasure.
You both sat there for a moment, Aryanne taking the time to adjust to your size, adjusting her position accordingly. After a moment she began to raise herself up, inch after tantalizing inch, her vagina clinging to your shaft like glue, refusing to let you leave her easily. As she reached your tip she paused, before slowly allowing herself to fall back down onto your cock, the descent much easier the second time around.
She lifted herself up again, assisted by your guiding hands on her flanks, before spearing herself again. And again. And as she slammed herself down again, you roughly smacked her flank, causing her to gasp and increase her pace, taking your gesture as encouragement.
Soon enough, the two of you had built up something of a rhythm, with you thrusting to meet her hips, causing loud fleshy Plaps! to sound out, mixing with her heavy panting as she ground her hips against your pelvis, soaking you with her fluids. She let out a gasp every time your balls smacked against her, only causing you to squeeze her flanks harder as you tried to resist the urge to cum inside this gorgeous mare.
As you squeezed, she began raising herself further and further off of you, bouncing on your dick like a pogo stick, her skift flapping wildly in the air as she did so. Her panting quickened, her entire body quivering. "Ah-Ah- Anonnnn!" She screeched out, landing on you for a final time as her walls clenched around you, showering your lap with her juices. She fell against you, gasping for breath and huffing in exhaustion.
You raised an eyebrow at her, moving your hands to play with her teats, causing her face to flush. "Now, with all this attention I've been givin' you, I think that I need some attention of my own." She tilted her head at you, before squeaking in alarm as you grabbed her, bending her over the side of the bed, her short skirt barely even covering your prize.
You brought your still-rock hard cock to her entrance, taking your time to shove it in, knowing she'd still be sensitive after her last orgasm. Her breathing hitched every time you'd slam your tip into her walls, and she was shaking in what you could only assume to be anticipation.
Grabbing her by the waist, you inched forward until your balls sat between her thighs, your shaft visibly parting her lips. "You ready?" She nodded up at you. "Good." You pulled out until your tip was barely inside of her, before ramming yourself back in as hard as you could, sending a ripple across her flanks and causing her to let out an "Eep!" from the impact.
And you pulled out and rammed yourself inside of her again and again, relishing in every little squeak and gasp she let out as you did so, and before long you were thrusting away like a piston on overdrive, the bedframe audibly creaking as you fucked her to the best of your ability. She was helpless to stop or contest you after your previous performances, only able to lay there and accept the hard dicking you were giving her. And she did that happily, her tongue lolling out of her mouth as you slammed into her cervix repeatedly, her hind legs wrapped around your torso.
An idea came to mind and you pulled on her tail for leverage, driving you even deeper inside her as she moaned loudly, raising her head up high. Your pace increased as your stamina slowly gave way, and soon you were thrusting impossibly fast, the only noise Aryanne was even able to make at that point was a constant, high pitched squeaking as your sack assaulted her nether regions like a battering ram, causing her to have another orgasm every few thrusts.
And then finally you burst, throwing all of your strength into one final thrust as you dumped your load inside of her, cum flowing out of her vagina like a waterfall. She lay there motionless, as you two sat there panting in exhaustion. Allowing yourself to fall on to the bed once more, you hoisted her over to your crotch, her muzzle kissing your tip. "Now why don't you clean up the mess you've made, missy?"
She began licking at your dick like a lollipop, making sure to suck up every inch of cum she could, a hoof idly massaging your sack all the while. After she was finished, she looked back at you. "Hmm, It looks like you could use a deep cleaning."
"What are you talking abo-Woah!" She inhaled your cock, gulping down four inches in one fell swoop. She began gulping rapidly, the contractions of her throat massaging your dick and causing you to grab handfuls of bedsheet as she used her hooves to great effect, squeezing and playing with your balls as she slowly made her way down, her snout tickling your ballhairs after a time. You could hear her gagging, but that certainly didn't seem to deter her as she pulled her head up, gasping for breath. She looked back at you, meeting your eyes.
And then she dove down again, using her spare hoof to pump every bit of spunk she could out of your cock, swirling her tongue around your tip as she bobbed her head, her hair whipping about wildly as she sucked you off. Her lips closed around you, forming a vacuum-tight seal, her lipstick leaving bright red marks all across your shaft. Tears were streaming down her face as she dove down to your base every so often, your cock left to tickle the back of her throat while she did so.
And then she started slipping her tongue out to lick at your sack every time she kissed your pelvis, and at that point, it was too much for you to bear. "Ary', I'm about to..." She didn't give you a chance to finish, pulling herself off your cock and opening her mouth wide, allowing herself to be showered with semen. Only a small portion of it landed inside her mouth, the rest coating her mane, face, and bangs. She winked at you as she swallowed, a small lump visibly traveling down her throat.
She crawled up to lay down beside you, wrapping her hooves around your chest as she fell asleep, cum-covered and satisfied. You shrugged, settling in for bed as well.
You two could shower tomorrow.
