"You take her home before she ruins any more of my bar!"
The swinging door just misses your backside as you drag Fluttershy out, narrowly avoiding a flung glass from the bartender. If he really cared that much about operation costs, you'd think he'd be more careful with his serving devices.
"Come on, Fluttershy, you've had way too much to drink."
"No, I didn't, I... um, I only had... this many." Fluttershy holds up her hooves for a moment, and you roll your eyes. She looks at them after a few seconds, puzzled.
"Wait... didn't I have more hands than this? Can I borrow yours?"
Without bothering to reply, you hoist Fluttershy up from her staggering position near the ground and drag her forward. Every step she takes, you feel her lurching in an off-kilter direction, like her legs are trying to lead her to five places at once. You've never known her to be a drinker... but the sight at the bar tonight was a scene to be seen, starting from a sip or two to full on drunken blubbering and downing pint-glass after pint-glass. The fact that she showed up to the bar by herself was warning enough.
"Why doesn't anypony like me?" she started, the hints of drunken depression already lingering at the edges of her voice.
"Everyone likes you, Fluttershy," you counter.
"No, I mean, like me like me."
The conversation degenerated from there, until your unceremonious exit prompt from the bartender.
"I'm nice to everyone... I'm polite, and I don't get in anyone's way... why doesn't anyone want me to be their marefriend?" Fluttershy slurs drunkenly as you struggle to cart her home.
"Can we not talk about this, Fluttershy? You know I think you're a lovely girl. I'm sure it's just a matter of time before you find the right colt to sweep you off your hooves-woah!"
Fluttershy's feet give out as your sentence ends, and as you struggle to keep her upright, you realize how heavy even a tiny pony can be when they're full of drunken dead-weight. Fluttershy's fall drags you down with her, and the two of you eat a faceful of dirt as the ground comes up to meet you. You cough with the force of the impact, but manage to collect yourself relatively quickly. Fluttershy, for her part, doesn't seem to notice she's fallen - she's staring at nothing in particular with a distant glint in her eyes. She doesn't seem to notice she's pressing down on top of you either.
"Fluttershy... could you get up, please-"
The wind is knocked out of you when Fluttershy readjusts herself, moving further up your abdomen and pressing her hooves into your stomach. As you groan and struggle to recover your breath, you hiss a sharp intake of air when you find her eyes locked onto your own from only an inch away. You can smell the beer on her breath.
"Do you think I'm pretty?"
Oh boy.
"Yes, I think you're gorgeous, now can we please-"
Tongue. Lips. And the taste of beer. Your mouth parts before you can will it closed, and Fluttershy presses her face forward, locking lips with you and trailing her tongue over your own. You feel the intake of an entire evening's worth of drinking layering over your taste buds. It's almost enough to make you pull back - but Fluttershy's warm body on your chest and her hushed moaning into your mouth manages to keep you in place.
A strand of beer flavoured saliva links your mouths as Fluttershy pulls away.
"Um," you stammer in a very Fluttershy like manner.
Fluttershy doesn't waste a second. She throws herself forward, pinning you to the ground and diving hungrily onto your mouth, panting and grinding against you like a mare possessed. You're vaguely in disbelief of what's happening, but the feeling of a depraved pegasus pressing herself against you, accompanied by her frantic tongue movements and saliva-filled kissing, means you can't really compose the forethought to push her off. In fact, you feel yourself growing hard almost instantly, your erection pressing through your jeans right into Fluttershy's stomach.
After what feels like minutes of making out, Fluttershy pulls her face off yours again, but she moves her hooves to pin your arms to the ground.
You can feel her hot breathe on your face. The smell makes you cringe a bit, but the sensation is countered as she begins grinding her hips into your crotch. You move up to meet her touch involuntarily.
"I can be a good girlfriend... you believe me, don't you?"
Words fail you for a moment. You simply nod, unable to turn away from her look of desperate seduction. She shows her approval of your answer by giving an extra hard press of her body into your dick. You barely manage to stifle a groan.
"Please, let me... I want to show you..."
Before you can surmise what she might mean by such a statement, you feel teeth on your zipper. As drunk as she is, Fluttershy moves with a purpose, unbuckling your pants and dragging them down in record time. Even in the height of passion deepest in your memory, you can't remember getting undressed faster - or having anyone so eager to get you naked so fast.
Fluttershy tilts her head curiously at the sight of your tented boxers. The way she looks at the head of your cock straining against the soft material is almost like a filly seeing the world for the first time, so full of amazement. It's a look innocent enough to remind you that for all her sudden lust, Fluttershy is still by and large a very naive girl. Despite all urging of your cock inches away from her face, you manage to prop yourself up on your elbows and look down at the bemused pegasus ogling your piece.
"Fluttershy, look, you don't have to-"
Drunkeness apparently bringing out Fluttershy's penchant for interrupting, you catch sight of a determined gleam and a staunch expression before you feel her lips wrapped around the head of your cock. She traces them over the underside of your shaft through the front opening of your boxers. As you let out a groan into the night, it occurs to you momentarily that you're in an alley not far away from Ponyville proper. Anyone could by and see you with Fluttershy's mouth swallowing your-
"Jesus!" Thought stops as you feel the head of your cock pressing into something. Moisture envelops every inch of your rod, and you look down from your propped up position to find Fluttershy with her throat bulging from swallowing the entire length of your dick. For her first time, you can't believe what you're seeing.
"Oh God, Fluttershy..." your words are halfway between a plea and a warning. Fluttershy, for her part, pays no attention, simply raising her head with a look of determination still locked on her face. She reaches the apex of your erection, lapping at the tip with her lips still locked onto your member, before lowering her mouth again, bottoming out and deep-throating you with no regard for her own comfort.
The next minute is a blur. Part of you is vaguely aware that a drunken Fluttershy shamelessly sucking your dick in an alley is the least right thing imaginable - but the other part of you can't help but groan and fight the urge to cum when you feel your head pressed into the back of the inexperienced pegasus' throat. You're not sure if you believe anyone can have a natural talent for swallowing cock - but you're willing to concede Fluttershy is at the very least a prodigy in her own right.
Fluttershy seems to have forgotten about anything other than your dick. You catch the rest of her body moving every once in a while, arching slightly with what you can only guess is bipartisan arousal . For the most part, every single ounce of her attention is focused on repeatedly bottoming out and almost choking on your dick. You worry once or twice when you feel her gag slightly, but she recovers like a champ, resuming her pace without hesitation.
Eventually, the depravity of the situation, along with the unparalleled feeling of a sloppy blowjob that only inebriation can provide, drags you close to the edge. There's no doubt in your mind that you have to give Fluttershy some kind of warning. She's so distracted you're worried she might not notice you, so you tap her on the head as you speak.
"Fluttershy, I’m getting pretty close..."
She jerks her eyes up to meet your face as she feels your fingers in her hair. Her eyes are wide as she stares up at you with her throat entirely full of your cock. You feel the suddenness of the stop in her movement. Then you feel the twitch in her throat as she gags.
A second one comes after. She doesn't catch it this time.
The sensation that follows isn't one that you can place. It's wet, and warm, but so was Fluttershy's mouth. This is much more... substantial. And sticky. Your mind thinks vaguely of the gallons of beer that passed Fluttershy's lips earlier. The noise of her final gag makes you remember them more vividly.
"Mmph-" Fluttershy's eyes squeeze shut as she yanks her head back. The look on her face has warped from determination to desperation. Every ounce of her fights to hold back the night's rememberance of each drink from returning.
She's not successful.
Warm, backwashed beer sprays all over your crotch, coating your dick and your boxers in a waterfall of musky moisture, smelling a thousand times worse than anything you remember drinking in your lifetime. The part of you that wants to yell out is buried in shock, and, as an aside, concern. The look on Fluttershy's face as her stomach empties its contents is so pathetic that you almost manage to force your mind away from noticing that she's heaving fifty bits worth of hot alcohol all over your legs.
"Hurk..." Fluttershy's wail as the last of the beer leaves her stomach is the definition of pathetic. You only keep to the ground out of sheer shock, knowing full well you should pull yourself up and comfort her. She reels back from your body, landing sadly in the dirt with her feet between your legs. You can hear the sound of sniffles as she heaves the last drops of moisture onto the ground. She looks every bit the part of a pegasus who's spent the night abandoning their self-esteem.
You let a minute pass as she collects herself in the last throes of vomiting.
"Fluttershy..."
She pulls herself up so fast you can't believe it.
"No! I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, please don't hate me, I can do it, I promise I’ll make it better!"
Fluttershy's face staring up at you from inches away from your crotch is the most conflicting thing you've ever felt. For one, despite the disgusting sensation of having your dick covered in beer-puke, you're still hard, mostly from the amazing sensation of Fluttershy's overly-enthusiastic blowjob. Secondly... for some reason you can't pinpoint, Fluttershy looks amazingly more attractive than she did a minute ago. Her hair is messy and matted, specks of dirt in her pink mane... and her eyes are tearing up at the edges, streaks of moisture trickling down her cheeks. There's a smear of regurgitated beer at the corner of her mouth, and her expression is so desperate and pathetic, she looks like a drug-addict begging for bits at the Canterlot train-station.
She looks worthless.
"Hng..."
You groan wordlessly as she throws herself onto your cock again. The sensation of one warmth is immediately replaced with another, and she deep-throats your dick with gusto, swallowing your whole length every second without pause.
The feeling of closeness returns. Your balls start to clench.
"Fluttershy..." you mumble again, reaching one of your hands out and placing it on top of her disheveled mane.
"Mmhm," Fluttershy murmurs into your cock. She keeps up her pace, bobbing her head up and down and running her tongue along the underside of your shaft with every other swallow. You clench your fingers in her hair, preparing to deliver the extent of your pent-up arousal into the back of her throat.
"Urk-"
The instant you start to cum, you feel the sensation of warm backwash on your dick. Fluttershy's throwing up again, but she doesn't stop moving her head. The vomit lands on your dick as you meet it with spray after spray of cum, the two fluids mixing together in Fluttershy's mouth and cascading back over your dick as Fluttershy bobs her head up and down. You hear her sniffling and moaning at the same time, tears welling up in her eyes from the acidic bite of the beer as it returns through her throat. There's much less of it this time, but still enough to more than equal your cum for volume - you're surprised, mostly, because you don't think you've ever cum more in your life.
Eventually, your cock ceases its firing squad, and Fluttershy bobs her head one or two more times before pulling off with a 'pop', and a muffled gag. A splash of cum and puke lands in the dirt to your right, and some stains your jeans. Well, the part of them that was untainted by the first bout, anyway.
"I can be a good girlfriend..." Fluttershy mumbles to herself, curling up into a ball at your side.
Absentmindedly, you reach a hand out onto her shoulder and stroke up and down her fur. Sweat and matted dirt greet your fingers.
Well... you can't argue that she's not eager to please.
Trixie places her hooves on either side of your head as you lean forward. You can smell the scent of her wetness in front of you, and you have to bite your tongue to hold back a whimper.
"Trixie hopes you weren't planning on starting before praising her wonderfully exquisite body."
Her hoof pushes your face away ever so slightly, and you catch the almost imperceptible arching of her hips towards your face, causing you to stifle another murmur of anguished longing. Your tongue is melting in your mouth, so close you'd say anything to dive forward and bury your face in her...
You swallow and stare forward, unblinking, reciting from something in your head that needs no rehearsal.
"Mistress Trixie is exquisite, the most beautiful unicorn to every grace this disgrace of a town. I am not worthy to think of her, let alone to place my touch upon her body - but I beg of Trixie that I might use my worthless tongue to bring her pleasure, as the smallest repayment for her magnificent and alluring majesty."
Trixie grins, and lowers the brim of her hat over her eyes. She doesn't even bother to look at you before she waves with a hoof, gesturing between her legs.
"Very well. You may begin."
You shiver slightly as you lean forward. One part of you is screaming for your body to lurch forward, to bury your face in the warmth and wetness lingering inches away from your mouth - but the part of you in reverence of Trixie's allure holds back. Everything about her body is sublime - the curves of her sides cut through their air with their slender shape, and you can feel the ache of longing in every fibre of your being to run your hands over her softness - to feel the supple tenderness of her ass and the delicate texture of her fur.
Trixie makes a small 'hm'. You can't let her grow impatient.
The first touch of your tongue yields no response. You trace the tip around the outsides of her folds, breathing in the scent of her arousal and the taste of her skin. The pungent scent of her juice hitting your nose and taste buds makes delirious visions spin behind your eyes, and you lap harder than you mean to, pressing the full of your tongue over her slit. You almost cum when you hear her moan quietly.
The next few licks are more eager - you trace circles around her clit, reveling in the tiny sense of movement her body yields to yours when her hips rock slightly back and forth. She's not giving any indication she would bother to direct you - she knows if you don't take perfect care to please her, there's no chance of this continuing.
Even if you wanted to, you couldn't help yourself. The tip of your tongue presses against her engorged bud, and you groan into her pussy when you feel it press forward against your mouth. Taking the sign of reception as the firmest indication that Trixie might actually be pleased with your attention, you continue your motion, lapping firmly at her clit. Every once in a while you feel a small intangible tightness throughout her body, and a moan so inaudible you're not sure if you heard it. You're almost slavering with desire. You want to make her feel good, you need to show her that you can please her. With your tongue still on her clit, you raise one of your hands with a finger extended–
Trixie's hoof stops your hand inches away from her quivering entrance.
"Mouth only, or Trixie will be very upset."
You nod wordlessly, and lower your arm. Your tongue returns to action in full strength, licking up and down her vagina, circling around her clit before pressing down, lapping up as much of her juice as you can. With your enthusiasm, your fingers might not have been necessary anyway.
"Trixie is far from impressed."
The words hit your ears and make your cock twitch in aroused shame. The feel of a hoof on your head, running through your hair and tracing the sides of your ears prompts you to push your face further forward, sucking on Trixie's love-button like a colt suckling for milk.
"Trixie is ashamed that s-she's going to cum from such a... pathetic effort."
Her tone is unwavering and faltering at the same time. The subtlest change in inflection makes you feel ready to explode. You catch yourself grinding your hips forward as the rest of your body moves, lapping like a hungry dog at the dripping slit underneath your mouth
"Trixie... suggests you don't stop any time soon or... your punishment will be... substantial..."
The pauses for breath replace your own lack of oxygen. You've forgotten to breathe, living entirely off the smell of the aroused mare underneath your lips. You're awash in a sea of imminent ecstasy, and nothing in the world could make you stop, not even the pleas of your brain for oxygen. They're replaced by something else in the front of your mind. Please. Please cum. You need Trixie's orgasm more than she does, you feel like you're ready to explode from the sensations the slightest arches of her back are sending through you, your pants are chafing against your skin as you rock back and forth...
Trixie's body stops suddenly, freezing in place stiffer than a board. You don't stop your tongue for a moment, and you moan loudly when her hooves hit the back of your head, slamming you face first into her slit. You stopped breathing a while ago, and stars are swimming in front of your eyes. You feel the clenches of her lips next to your face, and a splash of moisture on your nose as your eyes fall shut in the haze of blackness creeping from the lack of oxygen...
She releases your head, and you fall backwards, gasping for air. Trixie simply sits back, moving demurely as though she didn't just spray your cheeks with her girlcum. She adjusts the brim of her hat as you lay on the ground, achingly hard and still arching your hips in response to the touch from her you haven't felt.
You don't dare to speak, but your eyes say enough. You blink, and look wearily down at your erection.
'Please,' you say without moving your lips.
Trixie turns her head with a whiff, and lowers herself down from her chair.
"Trixie feels you could use a great deal more practice. Trixie hopes you are more ready for your next visit."
As she turns, she tosses a half-hearted kick at your jeans with her hind leg. The tip of her hoof grazes your cock, and you jump. It's almost enough. So close.
Trixie closes the door behind her, leaving you alone with your frustrated arousal. All you can do is lay there, aching and needing and hoping that next time, if you do well enough... she might touch you.
