Cracking open a coke

by TAW

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance, Original Character, Sex
Length: 3452

2nd person human x coke pony

Because... okay, I don't have a justification for this one. She's a pony made of glass filled with coke. I don't know, okay? I just don't know.

Published 2012-01-11 03:55:47 UTC
Last updated 2012-01-11 03:55:47 UTC

Chapter 1

Anonymous x Coke Pony

You'd first laid eyes on her in the early evening of a frozen winter's day, skipping along the path between you and the setting sun. Shielding your eyes with a hand, you'd watched in wonder as the last few rays of Celestia's glorious orb passed through her dark body, refracting on their way towards you. She was something very different indeed.

The next day, you'd asked around town, but nobody seemed to know who, or what, she was. Some of the more sceptical members of the local community accused you of drinking more than your fair share of the Apple family's cider. You thought this was very hypocritical of one particularly purple pony, but decided to leave it well enough alone - the last thing you needed was more drama.

Your encounter with the translucent dark mare faded to mere memory over the next few weeks, as winter grew darker, and colder, and going out in the evening to search became more and more of a chore. Even the sympathetic ponies who had originally helped you look had long since given up and stayed home, snug and warm. Not like you, you thought, rubbing your arms and wishing that your coat was thicker, or that you had company, or basically just to be anywhere else but standing in the middle of a snow-covered field chasing a momentary vision in the sub-zero conditions scheduled for the entire winter.

You'd stopped shivering, thinking that perhaps it was getting a little warmer. It was very late, very dark, and you were very tired. Home was a long way away. Maybe a little nap before you set off back wouldn't be a bad idea, you thought, scraping yourself a little bed out of the snow and huddling into it. A few hours of sleep would do you good. Pulling your hood over your head, you tried to ignore the falling snow as it began to cover your body, feeling strangely warm, as your mind started to drift off into oblivion.

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Darkness enveloped your mind as you began to regain conciousness, shivering ferociously under some kind of course, weaved blanket in complete blackness, only hearing an occasional drip of water on water. The memories of last night slowly swam to the tip of your mind as you started to curse yourself for being so stupid - you'd been told to be careful, but had you listened? No, and now, judging by the complete lack of light and how nobody knew where you were, you were probably dead, and this was probably some kind of afterlife, where you were probably going to be brought before Celestia and told what an idiot you were. Hopefully she'd take pity, but let's be honest, you were pretty stupid.

You started to push against your restraints, ignoring the cries of your aching muscles. They felt heavy, and barely moved at all, but they did shift a little. Not far enough, you couldn't throw them off, or even slide them around. Just before you were about to give up, resigning yourself to your fate, you heard a surprised squeak, and a few moments later saw a dull glow pierce what appeared to be a coarse sack.

"You awake under there?", a feminine, hissing voice enunciated, sounding as if the breath was being forced out rather than coming naturally. Failing to speak yourself, you managed an unintelligible grunt. Moments later, you screwed your eyes up in pain as the dull glow flared up, spiking through your head like a red-hot poker as the scratchy mesh was pulled off your shivering form, leaving you curled up in the foetal position.

Slowly opening your eyes over the next few seconds, you began to get more of an idea of where you were - the cold, hard floor beneath you was a sheet of rock, and the drip was the icy covering on the walls melting into small pools dotting the edge of the small room. The light was coming from a small fireplace, clearly hastily and poorly constructed, and the light from the flame flickered off of the floor and through the frozen walls.

More importantly, as your eyes wandered around the room, they wandered onto it, instinctively squinting as the firelight glared off of its glassy, reflective body, and the wall behind clearly visible through the bubbling, frothing interior. The creature you'd seen was here! As your eyes grew used to the glare, you started to pick out more detail, finding the hard, dull edges of its slender legs and hooves, connecting to its body, and running up along what was clearly a head, complete with what seemed like hair. A pony, but... see-through.

"Hey, you okay?", it asked, the translucent eyesockets bending and deforming into an imitation of a concerned face, "you could've died out there!"
You tried to speak again, but could only cough until the two of you settled on having you nod your head. It seemed satisfied with that, and started to walk over to you, each hoof striking the ground with a distinctive "clink", as if it were made of glass, not flesh. It reached out with a hoof, touching your arm. You reflexively recoiled - it was cold. Ice cold. Moving back, you let it continue, pressing its hard, cold limb against your arm and running it down, with care, leaving a thin trail of moisture all down you, almost like a snail except the trail just seemed to be water.

"I'm a coke pony, by the way. I've seen you out looking for me, but most things seem to know what they're hunting. Most things wouldn't get themselves killed like you nearly did.", she started to explain in response to your questioning gaze, "I never got a name, and I've lived out here alone pretty much my whole life. My parents said I should be wary of other ponies, and barely a year later they were capture and taken from me. I stick with myself now". Her voice was unpracticed, but technically competent, as if the only person she'd talked to for years was herself, or animals that couldn't talk back. Her pronunciation was workable, but she got a lot wrong, resulting in a curious mix of the local accent with foreign inaccuracies.

You attempted to struggle to your feet, managing to pull yourself up into a sitting position against the frozen wall before giving up, and tried talking again. You managed to splutter out a weak thank you between your coughs, shutting your mouth and hoping the wonderful specimen in front of you could carry the conversation alone.

"Don't", she started, "I almost left you to die. I thought you were hunting me, I was just watching to make sure you didn't get too close, it took a long time to realise you weren't faking. I'm sorry. Tried to warm the place up a bit for you, though, no sense dragging you out here just so you could die in the cold anyway". She laughed to herself, it coming out as a series of pressurised hisses as the liquid inside of her lightly frothed. A coke pony, huh? A pony filled with soda. Walking and talking. In front of you. That sure was something.

You felt up to talking again, whispering out a hoarse statement and question, that she's really cold, and why didn't she normally have a fire. "Oh, we - I prefer the cold. I like to stay chilled, I only really come out during winter, when I don't start to sweat just from being under the awful beating sun. I can take the heat for a while, though, you need it more.", she explained. You watched as a bead of "sweat" rolled down over her hair and dripped to the floor. Condensation, you realised, as the water in the air solidified against her cold body, leaving her smooth surface slick with moisture. She was, in a truly unique and interesting way, beautiful. Testing your fragile voice again, you tried to tell her, managing a low whisper that she had to lean in to hear.

"Oh my", she started, her internal liquids picking up into a heavy fizz, "I really ha-*hic* haven't be-*hic*". She tapered off, hiccuping as the gasses inside of her rose out of her mouth. It was kind of adorable. Eventually the white froth of her insides calmed down and became transparent once again, and she regained the ability to talk. "Thanks. Nobody's told me that for...", she looked down and smiled a sad smile, "for a long time. Not since my parents, y'know. Not since that."

The silence was deafening between you as the weight of her last sentence hung in the air, waiting for one of you to metaphorically break the ice. You were in no fit state, still barely able to talk, but eventually her mood subsided. "You're pretty cute yourself, y'know? I've never seen one like you, what are you, some kind of troll?"
You whispered your species to her, but her eyes remained confused. "Never heard of you", she admitted, "but hey - apparently you'd never heard of me, so I think I can be forgiven. Anyway, I've never seen anything like you, you're pretty cute lying there all huddled up. Hey, I'm pretty warm myself right now, why don't I join you?"

She did, carefully lowering herself to your side and rolling until she was resting her weight on your shoulder. She was very heavy - that made sense, given her contents - and still pretty chilly, but you were colder so it still helped. Raising your other arm, you gave her body a little poke, marvelling at the slight give of what appeared to be glass, but was much softer. She wordlessly held out a hoof, which you took in your hand and squeezed. Hard, completely solid. Her surface grew gummy and flexible a few inches above the hoof, giving her a comfortable body but letting her retain utility in her limbs.

"All the bits that need to be hard are hard, everything else has a bit of give. I'm not too breakable, and cracks heal in a few days", she started to answer your wordless query, "and yes, I just fill up with coke over time. I spill some out every so often so I don't get too full or it'll get hard to talk. Not that I have anyone to talk to but my animal friends. I dunno, my parents talked a lot. Helps me feel closer I guess."

Her internal bubbling slowed when she got morose, you'd noticed, reflecting her mood. Moving your spare hand up, you cupped her face, surprised at the relative warmth it received from not being centimetres away from a chilled coke filling, and lightly pulled her round to look at your caring eyes. You opened your mouth to ask if she was okay, but only choked out half of your question before she moved forward, pushing herself into your open mouth for an unexpected, but not unwanted, kiss.

Her tongue was cold at first, but quickly began to pick up your heat, its semi-hard surface proving surprisingly supple and forceful. Her glassy eyelids slid shut over her eyes, providing a translucent layer just above them and you could see her insides begin to bubble slowly but strongly through her neck, feeling the gasses flowing lightly out of her nose onto your cheek.

Soon afterwards, she broke the kiss, pulling back, letting your hand fall to your side. "I'm okay, thank you so much for asking. Nobody's asked me that for so long. Nobody's been nice to me for longer. Nobody's... touched me. Like that. I've read about it, I have plenty of books, but... oh, to feel your hand against my face, it made me feel alive! Like I've never felt before! I know I can't ask you for more, but thank you for letting me have that", she hiss-whispered at you, her voice all the louder from the stronger popping in her belly.

Much as you were pained to admit it, it'd been a long time for you too. Not quite a lifetime, but quite a while all the same. Feeling her cold face against yours, and her chilly hoof on your hand, filled your body with an indescribable warmth. You felt like you could, oh, you don't know, move around almost normally. You certainly felt capable of reaching your hand back up to grab your newfound companion by the neck and pull her towards you for a passionate, well deserved kiss - you did owe her.

Your overconfidence was your downfall, as your arm overshot and you ended up overbalancing, falling op top of her and sending both of you tumbling to the floor, wincing as the loud *chink* resounded throughout the cave. Both of you whispered "Ow" at the same time, before you looked up and started to explain you were trying to kiss her.

Her body erupted in fizzes and bubbles as she started to giggle, pulling you up by the shoulder and letting you rest on top of her for a moment before pushing her head forward and giving you a light kiss on the side of the mouth. "I can feel a crack in my back", she started, giggling at the unintended alliteration, "and it's a big one. I'm too pressurised, I'll burst wide open if I move"

Your eyes filled with horror - had you accidentally dealt mortal damage to your savour, and new friend? Her eyes didn't match yours, though, they were warm and happy, and matched the smile on her face as her whisper continued, "I'll be okay for a while, but really I need to be a lot emptier. I know it's not exactly what either of us had in mind, but... will you drain me?"

How an almost-broken glass pony managed to make such an absurd sentence sound so alluring you'll never know, but much as the objective was to lower her pressure, your own pressure in your pants was beginning to get unbearable. Moving slowly, as so not to move her, you shuffled down to where a pony would traditionally be milked, and where you assumed you could begin the de-pressurisation.

"Wait, slower! I've got hours, yet, make them count", she hissed. Raising yourself back up her body, you pressed against her face, running your lips along her smooth, hard muzzle in a passionate kiss. Pulling down, you let your tongue flop over and down her face, collecting her condensation and leaving a trail of its own liquid as you felt your way down to her neck, feeling her gummy glass bend under your mouth as you gave a light suck, and heard her constant hiss of excited gas rise with each touch.

Moving your ring of kisses along her neck, you began to run your hands down her smooth, sleek body, letting the moisture lubricate your way, tickling down her seductive form and squeezing her flexible body in response to her giggles and hisses. Eventually your hand felt the thin crack that has her so worried, droplets of fresh coke already starting to push through the microscopic holes, just before her you felt the smooth plane of her flank.

Your eager tongue and caring lips started to move slowly down her elegant body, the increasing distance from her fizzing mouth easily offset by the increasing volume, planting kisses and licking up her 'perspiration' in a lazy line down her chest and stomach as you made your way to the goal - the two soft, glassy mounds on her lower stomach. Her teats.

Running kisses up the slope of one of them, you started to straddle it with your mouth, unsure on how to start the pressure release. Settling for the tried and tested method of rubbing the hard nipple with your tongue, you began your stimulation, doubling your efforts when you felt the unmistakable taste of Coka-Cola(tm) touch your tongue, refreshing your body and spirit.

Her massive internal pressures increased as she slammed shut her jaw, moaning in pleasure as the slow flow from her teat turned into a stream, and then a torrent, of glorious chilled cola, the bubbles tickling your tongue as you hungrily gulped it down, running your tongue over her flesh and brushing your teeth over the edge of her solid nipple with a satisfying clink.

Feeling the cold drink flowing down your throat, you took your hands away from her flank and began to massage the teat, enjoying how her solid flesh deformed and stretched despite its fragile appearance, spluttering slightly as the cascade of pop dribbled out of the corners of your mouth and rolled down her reflective surface.

Watching as her fluid level slowly dropped, and her loss of pressure gradually slowed the flow, you drank until you could drink no more, until you were practically bursting at the seams yourself, while the pony below you turned from mostly black to a curious mix of black and completely see-through.

As the flow finally finished, she opened her mouth and let out the most satisfied whistle you'd ever heard. "Ooh, it doesn't feel like that when I do it, not a bit. That was... wonderful, truly." she thanked you, with a happy smile. Her voice was quieter due to the lower quantity of gas she had to draw on now, "but maybe you took a little too much out. Maybe... maybe you could fill me back up a little?"

She answered your questioning look by poking at your tented crotch with her solid tail. Oh, filling up. Moving away to struggle out of your pants, you asked her if she could move yet. "Yeah, but I don't wanna", she replied, "I'm quite fine here. Not sure I can move at this low pressure anyway, but you can help with that... right?"

You nodded enthusiastically, dropping your pants to the side as you fell to your knees, using a hand to align your shaft with what you presumed to be her vagina. You hoped to Celestia this wasn't one of the hard parts of her body, and started to push forward.

The feeling was almost indescribable, her glassy body having just enough give to let you enter, and her slick condensation giving you all the lubrication you needed. Her body only lasted a few centimetres, though, until the end of your penis entered into her cavernous innards, as you felt bubbles and currents rush against you, the near-icy interior almost painful against your sensitive equipment. Pushing in further through her tight slit, you saw her eyes rolling up into her head through her closed eyelids as she gasped into the air, sounding just like a freshly opened can of coke.

Taking charge, you firmly grasped her body in your hands and began to thrust against her, taking your penis from the relative warmth of her outer body into her chilly center and back again. Her virgin body writhed in pleasure as her contents began to bubble and froth harder than they ever had before in response to your stimulation, clinking hard against the floor as she arched her limbs and threw her head back with reckless abandon, the feeling of being jerked around as you continued your plunges combining with the constant, fast temperature changes to bring you to the edge of oblivion yourself.

Feeling her intense currents and fizzing against your head was too much for you, and you could no longer resist your orgasm, sending long strings of thick, hot semen into her chilled compartment even as ripples ran through the more pliable parts of her body as she herself came, leaking cola around your length and groaning out froth and bubbles from her mouth before she stopped and laid still, letting you pull out.

Snuggling up next to her, you watched as your seed flowed around on her internal streams, before looking up into her smiling gaze as she stared round at you.
"Maybe other people aren't all that bad, huh? S'a pity you'll have to go home, I... I've enjoyed you being here. I liked the company."

Why couldn't she come with you? You have a freezer, you make plenty of ice, and all of your friends are really very nice people. You couldn't promise her that people wouldn't stare, but then, you couldn't promise you wouldn't stare at her beautiful body either, so it's all good, right?

The next 5 minutes were spent in each other's arms as her rapidly fizzing body caused burp after hiccup after giggle. But eventually, she said yes.