The Morning All Hell Broke Loose
Well, here we are.
I'd narrate the way I'm sighing right now, but, that'd be weird.
Anyway, I'm here, sitting in detention. You probably wouldn't wonder why I'm in detention, heck, you'd be able to find me here literally any day of the week.
Still, whatever you're thinking of; toss it out the window. Think of this.
Your girlfriend wanting you to not go to class and instead to come... do stuff with her. Your drunk girlfriend.
Kinky, I know.
Still, it was waaaaaay out of whack for her. I mean, she's the prime minister of showing up on time. Weird, right?
Not for me. Not when you have a nerdy stressbug for a girlfriend.
First, it started last night at one of those "student vacation" things.
Student. Vacation. Where they let you drink alcohol.
So, yeah, I'm standing by a table, a fizzy mug of hard seltzer in my hand. Ponies and creatures around me're talking a fuck ton, filling my ears with the sound of indistinct chatter and laughter as well.
Ocellus is standing next to me, her hoof wrapped firmly around a mug of Applejack Daniel's. I swear to Torch's Sacrificial Scepter, tried telling her not to drink it, I swear. Don't sue me.
Of course, the nerd is gonna insist they "try something new" they haven't tried before, and we all know they end up either fucking themselves up, or seriously hurting the people around them.
Either way, I wasn't gonna let her get outta control. No way, I thought. She was drinking a measly mug of cider. Was probably gonna breathe in the carbonation and tap the fuck out.
I thought wrong.
There she was, just drinking it up and swallowing it like a champ, like usual. Heh.
She doesn't look anything near tipsy, so I start to leave her alone to her drink. Then, almost immediately after I lift my foot, her hooves shake.
I rush back to her side, I grab her hoof tightly. She smiles at me then, and looks at me with grateful eyes.
They sparkle with tiny bits of tears, most likely from the harsh fizz of her drink. I chuckle to her, "You barely even touched it."
Ocellus' smile turns into a frown, and then she looks at me with a pout. I giggle. "I-It's not f-funny," she hisses. "C-Changeling's h-have v-very different t-tolerances t-to d-d-different things! W-We're not able to tolerate alcohol as easily as other c-creat-tures c-can!"
Her voice tinges with a taste of teeth chattering, as if she's standing chest-deep in snow.
"Then why are you holding a mug of Applejack Daniels," I ask, gesturing to her mug with mine. She scowls, her frown dampening even more than it already is.
"I-I wanted to try something new," she answers, her shudder more from her than her estranged state of changeling-tipsy.
"'Something new' that's gonna get you totally wasted?"
Ocellus turns her head, saying, "I'm just trying to have fun..."
I roll my eyes, taking a sip from my drink. "Yeah, okay. Have fun with... that."
And that's how the problem started.
The next morning, I wake up and roll out of bed, rubbing my eyes and stretching my arms. I didn't have too much to drink the other night, so I wasn't as hungover as...
Aw, man...
Ocellus.
She lays in the bed with the covers over her head. I turn to look at her, a grimace on my face as I cringe at her state. She looks tired, like she did nothing but study and keep herself up on perscription pills.
"'Cel...?"
I reach back over the bed to her side, crawling over the area of the bed I hopped out of.
'Cel groans, flailing her hooves like a tempered toddler. "Five more hours," she grumbles.
Pretty sure she meant to say "days". After all, that's what she really needed. Still, I grip the blanket area covering her shoulder, and I grip it hard.
"Get up, or you'll miss school."
Another groan from Ocellus. She sounds like a disobedient five year old grub. It's annoying, yeah, but she's my girlfriend. I cut her some slack.
After all, she really seems tired. I don't want to make her cry or anything, so I just get back up and head to the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth.
Two steps in. Two, and then she whines: "Smolderrrr...."
It sounds pitiful. Like someone kicked a puppy in the throat. Of course, I'm gonna go back over and check on her.
Her body is completely uncovered, now. The sheets lay under her, and her hind legs and hooves are spread out.
She looks at me with a small, playful smile that didn't even try matching up with the voice she put on just now. It confused the hell out of me.
Then, she licks her lips and says, "Where're you going...? I wanna taste you..."
I gag.
Okay, yes, I admit it. A loopy little Ocellus saying frisky things like that would get me in the mood, but I can't. Not right before I head to class.
Just to humor her a little, I head over to the bed again and give her a light peck on the forehead.
She gives a small, seductive giggle in return, something that sends shivers up my spine the moment it reaches my ears.
I hear the small, rapid tapping of her wings buzzing as she laughs. She's obviously feeding, I tell myself.
Provoking little tinges of love from me to nibble on to return herself to her less intoxicated state. Geez, even as a drunk, she can strategize the hell out of any situation you give her.
Completely catching me off guard, she immediately leans forward and touches her hooves on my arms. She feels around them, wandering curiously around my muscles and joints.
I stand uncomfortably and wait for her to finish her impromptu examination.
Once she looks satisfied, she giggles again. "You're very strong. Perhaps you might be able to help me work out sometime?"
And then I realize I'm still standing there. "I'll see you in a minute, Ocellus," I sigh, ignoring the quick disappointment on her face as I turn and head back to the bathroom.
Okay, now I'm ready. Sure, I've been brushing my teeth for, like, ten minutes to avoid getting back out of the bathroom, but I'm out now!
And immediately, I wanna go back in.
Now, Ocellus is facing me, leaning more upward and circling her hoof on the covers.
I realize the situation, now. I'm realizing it hard.
I shiver again when I see Ocellus lick her lips. Again.
"I knew you couldn't stay away from me," she giggles.
I feel like smiling. I feel like laughing with her, but I know it's not what it sounds like it is. I mean really, it really isn't.
She's been drunk the other night, and then it automatically passes over to this morning, but only a little. The rest is just hangover.
She's not actually thinking. I mean, we know that already.
I hear her grunt in frustration, followed by a brief rustling of the covers. "Stop spacing out and fuck me already," she groans, flailing her hooves again.
We had all the time to do that the other night, but no. I had to carry Ocellus all the way to the bed for her to sleep, for, like, eleven hours while I sat up anytime she had to puke.
It was annoying.
"You're out of your mind if you think I'm gonna fuck you right now," I say, cautiously sitting down right next to her. She shifts a bit again, most likely trying to ignore my statement.
Her hind hoof strikes me in my side and pushes me off the bed. I lament as I hit the floor, landing straight on my back. Cursing, I get up and brush off the slight pain anyway. "The hell was that for?"
"For being mean."
At this point, ten minutes have passed. I'm supposed to be in class right now.
Yeah, I'm no stranger to showing up late for virtually anything. Still, I don't feel like dealing with Headmare Twilight's bullshitting. I just don't.
So I stand up and grab Ocellus by the leg.
She tenses up at first, but I can feel her nerves softening up from the outside. "Ouch," she coos, obviously reveling in my touch.
I wanna snatch my claw back and make a face, mostly disgusted, anyway. But I won't.
She knows I didn't even grab that hard, which contributes even further to the fact that she's just messing with me.
I hear her giggle softly, and growl at the sound. "Shut up," I say.
She's still loose, not tensing up or anything. Instead, she flicks her tail in my face. "Bite me," she says, a small smile on her face. I know she obviously wants me to, but I won't.
Not yet, anyway.
Instead, I shake her again. I see the smile on her face slowly fade as her expression turns into pure annoyance. "What's it gonna take for you to fuck me?"
I chuckle, "Wouldn't you like to know."
Her expression softens. She looks kind of sad. "Yes," she replies. "Yes, I would."
Okay, twenty minutes in the hole. Right now, it's gonna take a lot of explaining to deter the teachers from giving me detention.
I let go of her leg, and then she looks even more disappointed. "What was that for," she asks. I roll my eyes.
"You kicked me."
She grins, that little drunk smile being the tiniest bit amusing.
"Nope! Don't you do it, Smolder! Don't fall for her B.S!"
She's giggling again.
Immediately, I lunge forward, slamming my open claws on the mattress and pinning Ocellus down on the bed.
My snout is pressing hard on her muzzle. I'm looking straight into her glowing, big, bug eyes furiously.
I feel her smile caress my lips, and then I realize our position.
When she opens her mouth, she breathes in, then out. I can smell the Applejack Daniels in her breath, the stench of alcohol hitting my nostrils. It's gross, and... and hot.
"I can taste lust, you know. Hehe."
I growl under my breath. It's been half an hour.
Class has passed already; at this point, I really don't care. Right now, students would be transitioning to their next classes.
Ocellus takes a breath again, but this time, I can tell that she wants to say something. The smartass.
Instead, I open my mouth as well, forcing my tongue onto hers as I begin a game of tongue wrestling. I lean forward and kiss her before proceeding to invade on her territory.
She fights back, turning and twisting her forked tongue around mine and keeping it with her's. I hear a shaky moan of hers echo in my head.
Then, I pull back, my heart beating rapidly. Ocellus smirks. "Fuck you," I utter, my claw grabbing her hoof reaching opposite the other.
Ocellus giggles, "Please do."
