One Bourban, One Scotch, One Beer
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.
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The bottle, sent flying by Minty's orgasm, was going so fast that not only did it create it's own Sonic Rainboom with windows suddenly shattering in its vicinity, but it traveled through time and space itself. The Millennium Falcon was like a tortoise compared to this bottle. Minty never had sex before, so it would explain the intense pleasurable clench of the vag, but this was downright preposterous. If you were the bottle, you would have seen the lifestream of Equestria. Normally this is invisible to the naked eye, but if you were to reach a hyperdrive max overload of awesomeness like this bottle; the answer to life and everything would have flashed before your eyes.
In sheer disbelief, the bottle managed to slow down. It soon came out of an experience of a lifetime into a bar where two unsuspecting mares had fallen asleep from an “interactive” time together. The bottle, truly not having a mind of it's own, somehow appeared in a silent flash, and homed in on its target; Cheerilee's unsuspecting slit.
The teacher jumped up and yelled, “ Oh, Sweet Celestia! What the buck was that!?”
The sudden outburst scared the hell out of Berry as she backed away and hit her flank hard against a table.
With Cheerilee’s loud dancing and yelling, Berry barely heard a glass clunk on the floor. She looked down at where Cheerilee was hysterically gesturing and saw the bottle. The bar owner keeled over laughing like a mad-mare.
Once Cheerilee was done with her antics, she saw Berry on the ground rolling with little squeaks coming from her as if she couldn't breathe anymore.
The magenta mare was not amused, and glared at her. “What’s so funny?”
Berry couldn't contain herself. She rolled once more, and tried to stop laughing to answer Cheerilee, but it almost seemed impossible. She raised a hoof up as if saying, “One sec. I can't breathe.”
As her laughing came to a minimum of 'pffts' and coughs, she pointed at the bottle that had disturbed the natural balance of a fairly done story.
Cheerilee stared at the bottle disdainfully. “This thing is what made my privates a bucking bulls-eye?” She walked over to it, and raised a hoof as she was about to kick it across the room.
The bar mare quickly hollered and grabbed it, “Wait!”
Raising an eyebrow at her, Cheerilee said, “What is it? That bottle has caused enough problems.”
A wicked grin appeared on Berry's face. “Oh my sweet naive mare. This bottle has sparked an idea for me, and never again will it cause problems. Quite the opposite in fact.” She said the last part in a jokingly pompous tone.
The teacher just stared at her in disbelief. “Wh-what are you talking about?”
“Are you up for a little experiment?” Berry asked in a cooed tone.
Cheerilee sighed. “Well I guess, but so long as it doesn't go near my nether regions again.” She nervously stared at Berry.
The bar mare raised a hoof and crossed her heart. “I promise, but I want you to do some thing for me.”
“What is it?” Cheerilee said, still unsure what this crazy mare was planning.
“I want you to stick this in me, but I want you to mix some alcohol in it and pour it inside.” She said with a sly grin.
If Cheerilee's mouth was not attached her muzzle, it would have fallen off. The teacher began to stutter, and squeak. “Yo-you want me to... What?!”
“I said I want to..”
“No, stop!” Cheerilee interrupted. “I mean, why in Luna's name do you want that?”
Berry shrugged. “I don't know. I've never done it before, and I thought it'll be fun.”
The teacher was still in shock from the whole ordeal, but Cheerilee knew that once Berry had an idea she rarely let it go.
Cheerilee stared up at the ceiling and sighed again. “I don't think I have choice now, do I?” She looked back at Berry with a smug grin. “Also, we should try to see if I can make you into a margarita shaker.”
Berry jumped up beside Cheerilee and smacked her roughly on the flank. “That's my mare! You’re kinkier than I thought, Cherry.”
The teacher's rump stung, but it felt good to her. “Well we seem to be learning all sorts of new things about each other tonight.” She said, grinning widely.
“Indeed, we do.” Berry grinned back, and then galloped off to her bar. Loud clinks of glass were heard from under the counter as she pulled out three different sized bottles and set them on the bar. Once all ingredients she needed were there, she began to pour them all into the time traveling bottle. The bottle was a quarter full when she was done, and she placed her hoof over the top and began shaking the concoction.
She returned to Cheerilee with the bottle, and showed her the liquid inside. It was green, bubbling, and oddly luminescent. Cheerilee stared at in silence. Baffled by this biohazard in Berry’s hoof, Cheerilee said, “You really want this in there? It looks like it could melt through the floor.”
Berry was on her hind legs clapping her hooves and jumped from hoof to hoof. “The stronger the liquid; the more intense the pleasure. Bring it on!” She jumped up on the table, spread her legs open, and waited eagerly for the teacher’s actions.
Cheerilee was still hesitant about this plan and stood there staring at the bottle. “What did you even put in this?” She asked.
The bar mare slumped on the table and gave a loud sigh. “It’s a mix of one bourbon, a shot of scotch, and a beer.”
“What made you decide that combination?” Cheerilee asked with an odd look.
Berry shrugged. “A stallion was in here a few weeks ago, and ordered that combination three times. I had to kick him out, because he started talking about losing his job and was unable to pay his rent.” She then frowned. “I didn’t want to do it, but I can’t run a business on free drinks to the homeless. Later that night, I decided to try those three drinks together, and it was like drinking the water of life.” Her voice went nostalgic for a moment, and she was off in a daze.
Cheerilee rolled her eyes, tapped table loudly, and broke the trance Berry was under.
“Let’s just do this.”
“Yay!” It was all Berry could say.
She set herself back up again for Cheerilee, and the teacher slowly eased the bottle into Berry. The alcohol served as an efficient lubricant, but it was still a painful entry. The barmare flinched from the pain, and moaned from the liquid stinging her nethers. She started producing juices of her own that mixed with alcohol.
All of sudden, Berry’s privates began to glow, and her whole body started shaking. “Wh-what’sss gggoiing on!”
Cheerilee backed away slowly, Keeping a fearful eye on her marefriend.
The bottle shot outward, nearly hitting Cheerilee, but luckily the surprise sent her tumbling to the ground and the bottle only grazed her face. Then a large swirling, green, oval shaped vortex appeared between Berry’s legs. Right before the bottle crashed into the wall, it was sucked into the vag vortex. In less than a second, a slouched figured popped out of Berry’s green phenomenon.
It slowly turned around, and stared at the teacher with cold green lizard like eyes.
As she stared into those dead eyes, Cheerilee could only babbled confusedly, “Lizard Thing...What the Buck...Lizard Thing...What the Buck!”
The green thing hissed, “I am Reptile, and I do not answer to you. Fight prey-thing!” It opened it’s mouth with acid forming in his mouth, and Cheerilee screamed in fright.
Suddenly, a gruff, loud voice echoed in the bar, “GET OVER HERE!!”
A roped spear came from inside the vortex, stabbed the “Reptile” in the back, and, with green blood dripping on the floor, as it dragged him back from whence he came.
The portal disappeared in an instant. Leaving the deeply troubled teacher sweating in confusion, fear, and whatever emotions you would felt when an acid monster was about to kill you.
Berry was unconscious through the the whole ordeal.
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Things I write; when I'm bored and had too much coffee
