>You are Anon, and 2015 is almost over!
>A year of adventure, romance, and surprises comes to a close as a whole other year is about to be birthed!
>You can’t help but smile as you approach your destination, watching the house practically bouncing off the ground from the force of the party.
>Approaching the entrance, you knock on the door, immediately heading hoofsteps rapidly approaching.
>The force of the music almost knocks you backwards on your ass as the door opens.
>”HI NONNY! Welcome to my New Year’s Next Level Super Duper Amazing Party!”
>You give a light smile as you look at the sheer amount of guests attending.
>You turn to Pinkie, giving you her trademark smile as you stand at the door.
>Ruffling up her mane you walk inside, and immediately see an incoming cup of alcohol fly past your head.
>”Sorry about that Anon! Glad you could make it bro!”
>Rainbow Dash’s voice is unmistakable as she flies over to you and give you a rough tackle into your shoulder.
>Now alert at your presence all the other party goers cheer at the entrance of another guest.
>The entirety of the celebration is spread out in front of you. Most of the town seems to be here, and there are many activities to be had.Well, what do you want to do now party animals?
>>25935082
Drinking contest! Drink all of them under the table!
Also attempt fugg.
eat all the eggs.
>>25935082
Put a mistletoe on your belt and try to get pones to kiss your dick
>>25935082
Masturbate furiously
>>25935087
>>25935092
>>25935129
>What better way to party than to drink yourself into oblivion?
DRINKING CONTEST NOW, ANON THE IRON STOMACH IS HERE!
>The party cheers but a few participants in particular start screaming, rushing to a table and prepping it.
>Rainbow Dash socks you in the stomach and starts snickering.
>”AJ and I have been practicing, no way you can beat us this time. NO WAY. Especially me.”
>She give you a cocky smile as you both rush to the table.
>Mid rush you pause, looking around to find a mistletoe.
>You snag it as you hook it up like a makeshift belt buckle, pleased with your own genius of getting a “kiss”.
>Looking at the competition you see Rainbow, Berry Punch, AJ, Vinyl, and Pinkie herself!
>While you all prep the drinks you see another game going on with...eggs?
>”EAT THE EGGS, EAT THE EGGS.”
>The crowds chants mesmerize you, but you shake your head and focus on the game ahead of you.
>Just one question.
“Are we taking shots or chugging, girls?”
>>25935213
CHUG CHUG CHUG
drink those mares down!
Then comes the drunken fun under the table.
Put that Mistletoe to use!
Perhaps someone gets playful mid-game? ^:^)
>>25935082
>2015
It's 1005 on the Equestrian Calander though.
>>25935246
You didn't even do the face right, faggot.
>>25935258
I didn't even do your mom right, faggot.
>>25935258
>>25935263
Otherwise you wouldn't exist.
^:)
>>25935287
OH YEAH!?
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>>25935213
>>25935246
>>25935251
>”CHUG!”
>Your four participants yell in reply, excited as cider is placed in front of you.
>”321GO!”, Pinkie screams out as you all begin chugging.
>Man, this must be the good cider.
>As delicious as it was, you could tell it was heavy and had a burn to it too.
>As you drain your mug you look to your side to see them all still standing strong, AJ even finished first.
>”Too easy, sugarcube”, AJ says as she slams her mug down.
>”ANOTHER ROUND”, screams Pinkie as you all get lined up with more cider.
“WHOO 2015!”
>Rainbow gives you a questioning look.
>”It’s 1005 Anon, cider hit you that hard? So much for iron stomach. Bahaha!”
>Her cackling only ramps up your competitive nature.
“Yeah yeah, keep talking. I know where that mouth has been Rainbow.”
>That gets you a sock in the arm.
>”Yeah, well unless I get wasted it won’t ever get there again.”
>You point to your mistletoe which earns you a grunt from Rainbow, a questioning glance from AJ, a smirk from Berry, and a giggle from Pinkie.
>”SHUT UP AND DRINK ANON!”, Rainbow yells as she readies her mug,
>You look down at your mug, the cider hasn’t hit you too bad yet.
>Should you keep going or stop?
>>25935402
Stop, then leave the party. Remove the mistletoe and go home.
>>25935402
It's a drinking contest, faggot, Why would you stop? CHUG CHUG CHUG
Also, kek on Rainbow. Let's see if that'll happen again.
>>25935426
Someone's Antisocial. Fuck that tho.
Keep on drinking!
>>25935402
Get berry to choke on dick
>>25935402
>For a moment you pause, contemplating if there is more to life than fucking mares and drinking yourself to death.
>Maybe you should explore your hobby of woodwork in order to progress your life within this strange new world.
>You put down your mug, ready to leave and remove your mistletoe.
>”Guess the “Iron Stomach” is giving up, bahaha!”, Rainbow taunts.
>”Aw, I wanted to match my skills to yours!”, yells Berry.
>Something clicks inside of you.
>You can’t just leave something like this unfinished.
>Plus, being a productive member of society
is for faggots.
>THIS IS YOUR DESTINY!
>You grip the mug and started chugging, all the mares rapidly scrambling to grip their mugs and follow suit.
“Fucking good cider, as always AJ, CHOKE ON THIS DICK, BERRY!”
>Berry spits up some of her cider, looking at you with surprise and a slight grin.
>Next time you look, Berry is gone and you feel a light sack tap under the table before she takes her old position again.
>You see Pinkie shaking her head, trying to get back into the game.
>Rainbow still wears her cocky smirk, but as she floats in the air you notice a slight sway.
>Good, the Iron Stomach cannot lose.
>”EGGGGGGSSSSSS.”
>You turn your head, the sudden movement letting you know that the cider is beginning to hit you.
>You see in the corner of the party people are stuffing eggs in their mouth in a mockery of that marshmallow stuffing game back home.
>Currently they are cheering on Lyra who cockily has her hooves crossed as she sits up right, imitating your usual stance when sitting.
>The amount of eggs in her mouth was both terrifying and arousing.
>”GET BACK IN THE GAME!”, Rainbow yells as she socks your arm again, a bit more irritated.
>You turn around to a full mug.
>Well, what now?
>>25935586
Keep on Chugging away!
Taunt Lyra with your hands! Perhaps, pull her into the game too. Or to cheer for you.
Be The IRON STOMACH YOU KNOW YOU ARE.
>>25935586
>>25935648
>You look back to Lyra, signaling her over.
>The mint green mare excitedly waves to you, ending the egg contest as the current winner.
>Teleporting to you, she leans against the table and smacks you on the back.
>”Whassup Anon? Whatcha’ need?”, she says with a smile.
“Join us Loira!”
>You notice your slur just as she replies.
>”Lyra, Anon. L R Y A. Lyra, and no. I already won my contest!”
>”NOT YET YOU DIDN’T”, you turn to see who was yelling to find Vinyl attempting and failing to replicate Lyra’s odd expertise.
>”Pffftpfft.”, Lyra snickers before addressing you, “I’ll cheer you on, how about that?”
“Sounds good, kinda’ like thinking of you as a cheerleader.”
>”A what?”
>”LET’S JUST DRINK. I will win Anoj.”, Rainbow slurs as she readies her mug and you all start chugging.
>You slam down your mug and you watch Rainbow sloppily place hers on the table.
>Looking over you see AJ shake her head a bit, and Pinkie giggling madly.
>Berry locks eyes with you and smirks as she rubs her belly, clearly unphased.
>Fuck, this shit is kicking.
>You can probably beat Rainbow, maybe even AJ.
>Pinkie was about to be out, but could you beat Berry?
>”Let’s go Anon!”, Lyra shouts.
>What do?
>>25935757
L R Y A
Apparently, Lyra has been drinking too.
KEEP CHUGGING AWAY
>>25935757
Pull drunken pinkie into your lap?
Hell, still wearing that mistletoe, arn't we? abuse this. FOR THE PLOT.
FOR THE GLORY OF THE IRON STOMACH!
>>25935809
>"My name ish Lrrryah. LRRRRRYAHHH"
>>25935757
>>25935809
>>25935820
>More rounds are placed in front of you and the mares.
>Pinkie shakes her head and backs away.
>”Too much for me! But maybe more later!”, and with that she bounds away from the table to check the party.
>You can’t resist, you just can’t.
>Before she can get away, you grab her waist and pull her into your lap.
>Pinkie drunkenly hiccups and laughs.
>”NONNY, what do you think you are doing hm?”, she doesn’t face you but that sounded a tad sultry.
>Or your iron stomach is wearing down.
>”HA! I see now!”, Pinkie turns to you and gets off your lap pointing to the mistletoe.
>Leaning closer, she whispers, “Maybe a bit later ‘Iron Stomach’.”
>With that, she winks and sticks her tongue out before jumping into a crowd of ponies dancing and vanishes.
>Looking back to your mug and your surrounding peers, you notice Berry whistle as both Rainbow and Lyra are sporting a light blush.
>AJ simply clears her throat and pulls her hat down a bit to cover her eyes.
>”Ya’ll ready for the next round?”, she says as she lifts up her mug.
>You can see a glint of determination in her eye as she raises her head.
>Lyra cheers for you again, a bit too enthusiastically as Rainbow snatches her mug up without looking at you.
>Berry wears a cocky smirk as she lifts her mug up to you and signals she is ready.
>Ready, Iron Stomach?
>>25935820
Yeah try to fug ponk, get some of her magic crunk juice while we are at it
Die a virgin.
>>25935913
THE IRON STOMACH ACCEPTS THIS CHALLENGE!
Be the Anon you know you are inside, Drink Hearty, and let the cider flow like water! MAKE THEM BOW TO YOUR WILL!
Also, attempt not to worship the throne in the morning. One can only spend so many mornings hurling.
>>25935958Do you mean the porcelain throne?
>>25936025No, the Golden One. ...Celestia may or may not be somewhat pissed after last weeks party in the palace.
>>25935913
>Although you want to wipe Berry’s smug look off her face, Pinkie’s gesture certainly has you interested…
>But the Iron Stomach does not yield!
>You grasp your mug as you chug back your alcohol.
>Smacking your mug back down you turn to Lyra, cheering you on.
>Turning back you see AJ scrunching up her snout, as if trying to taste something.
>”Yup, that’s enough for me ya’ll!”, she states as she puts her mug down and tips her hat to the remaining participants.
>Rainbow stares ahead blankly for a moment, not saying anything.
>You, Lyra, and Berry all look at her concerned.
“Uh...Rainbow are y-”
>She immediately puts a hoof over mouth, swallowing hard.
>”Be right back!”, and with that she flies off.
>Presumably to give tribute to the porcelain throne.
>Looking at Berry, you are both lined up with drinks, but even gripping your drink you can tell the alcohol is taking it’s toll.
>Berry gives you a grin, “Nobody has kept up with me in a while. Good job, Iron Stomach.”
>She readies the mug as you both down your drinks.
>Oh no.
>Oh NO.
>You feel the alcohol churn in your stomach, like an animal trying to break free of it’s cage.
>Berry gives a hiccup, but otherwise seems okay.
>As you steady and relax yourself, Berry walks over.
>”How about we call this one a draw Anon, I don’t think you’d look as cute with vomit all over that mouth of yours.”
>She grins, holding out her hoof to you.
>Lyra dramatically oooohhhs and ahhhsss at the proposal, patting her hooves on your back like drums.
>This does not help relax the Iron Stomach.
>You look at Berry’s hoof and think.
>Draw?
>>25936190
draw your dick all over her face, precum as ink
>>25936190
Gib her the D
Give them all the D
>>25936190
THE IRON STOMACH NEVER LOSES!
Unless you consider the Cutie Mark Crusaders cooking. Yeesh.
If the Stomach's turning, force that shit down, AND SOLDIER ON!
>>25936190
Twosome with berry and pinko
>>25936190
Draw for now, you can begin training your stomach to be tougher in the morning. Enjoy the party for now! and, get laid, of course. ^:)
>>25936190
>Draw?
>You could draw alright.
>Draw all over her face with precum.
>It was a genius plan that in no way could backfire.
>You knew this because you were drunk, and alcohol helped you become smarter.
>Looking back at Berry you can see another cocky grin, tauntingly waving her hoof in your face.
>”C’mon, just give it up. Can’t beat me hunnie.”
>Those words trigger something in you, something greater than vomit or erections.
“I AM THE IRON STOMACH!”
>You grab your drink, chugging it back.
>You should not have chugged it back.
>The porcelain throne awaits.
>”I’ll call it a draw!”, you turn and see Berry snickering as she pushes her drink away, untouched.
>As you reach the restroom, Rainbow Dash floats out looking under the weather.
>Seeing you, she begins to laugh, only to halt herself as her stomach audibly churns.
>You give sacrifice to the throne, in hopes to summon the Elder Gods to save you.
>Once you emptied your stomach, you hear the door open.
>Berry stands there, giggling a bit.
>”You alright, Iron Stomach?”
“Yeah...yeah I am okay. So a draw huh?”
>”Yup, a draw! I gotta give it to you, you sure can drink.”
>Standing cleaning yourself, you grin.
“Hell yeah I can!”
>Berry walks up to you, noticing the mistletoe again and smirking.
>”Well, I like a man who can drink”, she says before planting a kiss under the mistletoe, right on your crotch.
>Your pants feel tight as she looks up at you and walks away, swaying her tail from side to side.
>Well, looks like now two mares are interested.
>You check yourself out to make sure you look clean.
>Maybe you should get a breath mint, but overall you are ready to leave the bathroom.
>Exiting you don’t see Berry or Pinkie in your immediate area, however Lyra is waving you over from another corner.
>You spot Rainbow too, taking a breather back near the drinking table.
>”GLAD YOU COULD MAKE IT!” you hear Pinkie yell as Nurse Redheart enters the party.
>Oh, there is Pinkie.
>And hello Nurse!
>What now, Iron Stomach?
>>25936529
Introduce the nurse to THE IRON STOMACH!
>>25936529
Go to Lyra and assure her that if she still wants to be our cheerleader there are other tasks we are far more skilled in
>>25936529
>>25936689
>>25936830
>You always did have a thing for nurses.
>You approach Redheart, feigning illness as you approach.
>She sees you, already sighing and rolling her eyes.
“Oh Redheart, I think the Iron Stomach has had too much to drink!”
>”Anon, no. Not again. Don’t think I forgot what happened last time you were ‘sick’.”
>You chuckle a bit.
“Was it that bad though?”
>”Yes. No. Shut up Anon.”
>Redheart blushes a bit, light irritation in her expression as she pushes past you a bit.
>”So, ‘Iron Stomach’, what have I missed?”
“Well Rainbow and I puked, so that happened.”
>”WHAT!? Who beat y- wait it was Berry wasn’t it?”
>You nod a bit, your pride injured slightly.
“I mean...it was a draw.”
>”Whatever you say Anon!”
>You both laugh until she notices the mistletoe above your crotch.
>”Clever.”, she says, clearly not amused.
“Yeah I thought so too!”
>She rolls her eyes again as cheering erupts from another corner of the room.
>You look to find Berry, the queen of the eggs.
>”EGG QUEEN EGG QUEEN!”
>Berry chugs back a mug to celebrate her victory as Lyra looks toward her, clearly ticked off.
>Spotting you, she approaches and waves to Redheart.
>”I can’t believe Berry beat me!”, Lyra pouts as she speaks.
>”At least I am still a queen in your eyes, right Anonnnn?”
>Redheart fake barfs.
>“Get a room you two.”
>With that she walks away to engage other party goers.
>Well Iron Stomach, is Lyra a queen? Is she your cheerleader Anon?
>>25936862
Tell her that she is, and give her a new throne atop our shoulders
>>25936862
Yes, Lyra is best mascotAnd everyone knows at the end of the party the mascot is kidnapped and fucked.I think. It's been a while since high school.
>>25936862
>>25936896
>>25936910
“But of course, Lyra!”
>You pick her up and place her on your shoulders, giving her a new throne to overlook the whole party.
>”Thank you King Anon, much better!”, she happily plays with your hair as you walk around with her.
>”Give me an A!”
“A!”
>”Give me an N!”
“N!”
>”Give me an O!”
“O!”
>”Give me another N!”
>This time the crowd around you shouts in unison.
>”N!”
>”What that spell!?”, chants your queen and cheerleader.LRYA
“ANON!”
>”Damn right”, state Lyra, folding her arms across her chest.
“So queen, where are we headed.”
>Where are you headed?
>You find yourself nearing Rainbow who sickly looks up at you with Lyra sitting on your shoulders.
>Rainbow shoots you an annoyed look, and blushes a few shades of red as she looks away.
>”What’s her deal?”, Lyra whispers in your ear.
“I am not sure, I mean we hooked up on-”
>”WHAT!?”, yells Lyra.
>Her body stiffens on yours, and her hooves stop ruffling through her hair.
>Her yelling draws the attention of a few people nearby.
>One of them being AJ, standing nearby you shaking her head with her hoof covering her eyes.
“W-what Lyra?”
>”...nothing?”, her response is short and you peer up to see her with her arms still crossed.
>Was she blushing too?
>Well, now what Iron Stomach?
>>25937028
>the jealousy begins
Oh come on, it's not like we can't just fuck all of them.
>>25937028
Ruffle her mane and find an activity everyone can do together.
>>25937121
>an activity everyone can do together
>>25937028
>Was Lyra jealous?
>The look on her face seemed flustered, but not entirely angry.
>More frustrated if anything.
>To her credit you DID go home with Rainbow that night, instead of Lyra.
>Kind of just left her there drunk.
>You got nasty looks from Bon Bon that whole week.
>Okay, time to make it right!
“Are you mad that I did that?”, you whispered.
>”...no, more mad that you just left me there Anon. Jeez.”
>You ruffle up her mane which elicits a grumble from her.
“I’ll make it up to you.”
>”How? Going to go back in time and go home with me instead?”
“I could make it up to you tonight.”
>Your teasing gets a blush out of Lyra, and you can’t help but laugh.
>Until you feel a slight wetness on your neck.
>You look up, she looks away. Rainbow looks at Lyra, AJ looks at ya’ll, Berry looks at her empty mug and begins to tear up, Redheart begins backing up without looking, knocking into you.
>And you all come tumbling down as you fall into AJ, who falls into Rainbow.
>A dog pile has no formed with you at the epicenter.
>Berry laughs hysterically approaching you all as laughter and grunts come from your catastrophe.
“Well...now that I got everyone's attention, maybe we could play a group game?”
>You hear a collective moan of irritance.
>Close enough to a yes.
>What should you all play?
>EVEN BETTER. Who would all be included?
>Or should you finally take your mistletoe and put it to use byromantically kissing in the hopes to marry the lips you touch
>Or fuck.
>See if Iron Stomach cares what you do.
>>25937262
>asking 4chan-dwelling horsefuckers what party game to play
Well, this is where my usefulness ends
>>25937262
whip out your dick and start the real golden shower ^:^)
>>25937262
We could always do the egg challenge.
>>25937262
Play "Spank Rainbow Dash while piled on top of her"
>>25937262
>>25937427
>>25937446
>As everybody collects themselves you are struck with drunken genius.
>First, you swat Rainbow’s ass as she lies tangled up on the ground.
>Second you look at Lyra, preparing your liquid gold.
>What better way to satisfy Lyra than with a golden shower?
>You begin to unzip your fly, to which Lyra is the first to notice.
>Her eyes widen with a slight hunger, then with a slight confusion as you can’t seem to properly unzip your pants.
>As you drunkenly stumble around with your zipper, Lyra approaches and carefully lowers your hand.
>Oh.
>You two were not thinking the same thing.
>She bites her lip and tilts her head, whisking you away as the others struggle to get up.
>The bathroom is where you end up, and she shoves you against the wall.
>”Okay, you’ll make it up to me huh? How about I kiss under the mistletoe then?”
>You open your mouth to respond, but close it as she unzips your pants.
>Hurriedly she disrobes you, your erect member now hanging out in the open in front of her face.
>For a moment you stifle a chuckle as you imagine “drawing” on her face.
>But now was not the time for laughs.
>Now was THE time.
>She licks her lips, excitedly breathing hot air on your head.
>Then door opens.
>Lyra didn’t lock it.
>”Hey sugarcube? Want to do an egg competition for our ga-”
>AJ locks eyes with you, then with Lyra.
>Then she looks into your other eye, below your waist.
>”Uh.”
>”What’s the holdup AJ? Drag Anon out h-”
>Rainbow pops into the room.
>”Girls are we doing more dr-”
>Berry dammit.
>Make it stop.
>Or start.
>What now?
>>25937685
"Ay bby, wan sum fuk?"
>>25937685
I don't see that this is necessarily an interruption
>>25937685
do it anyways
>>25937685
>>25937715
>>25937746
>>25937792
>You always liked an audience, anyways.
>The more, the merrier!
“Ay bby, wan sum fuk.”
>Lyra blushes, shying away a bit.
>She must not be into public “affection”.
“I mean...this isn’t that much of an interruption, right?”
>Lyra bites her lips, contemplating for a second as her blush turns her face pure red.
>”Ah, Anon. As much as ah’d like to say, I won’t. But do ya’ reckon ya’ could LEAVE THE BATHROOM SO OTHERS CAN USE IT.”
>AJ sounded more than a bit annoyed.
>Berry seemed to being sizing you up, turning up her hoof as if to say so-so.
>Rainbow...wait, where is Rainbow?
>”Uh um, uh y-yeah sure AJ!”, Lyra spouts out as she signals you to pull up your pants.
>Lyra and Berry leave you there, erect cock gracefully saluting in the bathroom.
>AJ looks on, comfortably staring.
“Uh.”
>”Just ‘cause I don’t want ya’ doesn’t mean ah never been curious about what yer packin’ sugarcube.”
>Oh.
>”Hey though, Anon. Look, none of my business. But if yer plannin’ on planting your seed in any available plot, could ya’ at least make sure none ah that plot likes ya’ as more than just a seed.”
“AJ...I don’t speak farm.”
>She shoots you an irritated glance as you rebuckle your belt, adjusting your mistletoe.
>”Ah mean at least talk tah Rainbow before ya’ do anything. Would rather not spend my New Year with tears on my shoulder Anon.”
>Oh, oh. Oh.
>With that she leaves you, erect and bothered.
>Lyra is probably waiting, but where else would you go to engage her unless you just left the party?
>You could talk to Rainbow too, and speaking of.
>You have yet to continue your discussions with Pinkie and Berry.
>Well how should the Iron Stomach handle this one, gang?
>>25937979
More alcohol would probably be a good start
>>25937979
way too much shit going on, just find a pone to fuck already, ditch party, do loira and fuck the rest
Will have a short delay while we switch writers
re-commencing.
>>25937979
>>25938104
>>25938129
>You stop to consider the situation at hand.
>Too much heavy shit to deal with at a party meant for fun.
>For a brief moment, you consider ingesting more alcohol.
>That brief moment is all it takes to convince you to do just that.
>Stumbling a bit, you make your way back to the table that holds the liquid you seek so much.
>You scoop up two large mugs in your arms, taking them with you to no place in particular.
>By the time you reach whatever imaginary waypoint your mind sat for you, the mugs in your hands are empty.
>Funny, you don’t remember drinking those.
>... that fast, at least.
>With a brand new buzz going through your head, you look at your current location.
>You don’t quite know how, but you are now in a dark bedroom of some sort.
>A short amount of time passes as you try to find out just who’s room this is.
>However, the sound of hoofsteps behind you breaks your weak concentration.
>”Heya Nonny! Whatcha doing in my room all alone?”
>The energetic voice nearly scares the shit out of you in the lightless room.
>You turn around, seeing the source of the room’s new occupant.
“Oh, what’s going on, Pinkie?”
>The pony steps into the door with a big smile on her face.
>”I didn’t see you anywhere in the flood of party guests, so I thought you might have been playing hide and seek! I started to look, and I found you!”
>A small chuckle escapes your drunken lips.
“Congratulations then, good work.”
>Pinkie begins to step closer, a certain look replacing the goofy grin.
>”So “Iron Stomach”, do I get a prize for winning?”
>She’s right up on you now.
>”I have an idea, I did mention something earlier…”
>Oh shit, option 3 is here.
>Do you take it, or do you go do something else?
>>25938818
no one has to know. Go for it.
>>25938818
Do we really need Pinkiesex at this point? Besides, alcohol is literally the worst drug. Maybe Pinkie has something more exciting? Be sure to slip one to Rainbow for fun ecstasy cuddles
>>25938818
>>25939156
>Despite your hazy mind, you keep some sense in you.
>As much as you’d like to get your rocks off, no use in fucking shit up even more.
>Funny, back on earth, you only got this sort of attention every once in awhile.
>Now though, it’s like you’re the most attractive creature on the planet.
“Sorry man, can’t do that right now.”
>You back up a few steps.
>Pinkie loses her sultry expression, before returning to a smile.
>”Ah well, it was worth a shot! Do you need anything before we go back downstairs?”
>You ponder for a bit as an Idea works its way into your head.
“Now that you mention it…”
>She tilts her head, waiting for your request.
“You got any more of that stuff you gave me a while back? You know, the powder that the one creepy zebra chick in the woods gave you?”
>Pinkie’s smile widens as she rushes to a drawer nearby.
>”I JUST got a new batch the other day! Here, take a little!”
>Out of the drawer she pulls out two small pouches that are tied up at the top.
>She tosses them both to you, which you catch.
>You return downstairs, your new items stuffed in your pockets.
>Looking across the room, you spot a bit of multicolored hair moving around.
>Making your way across the room, you shout out Rainbow’s name.
>She flies above the crowd, over to you as you pull out the pouches.
>”What’s up Anon? I’ve been wondering where you went.”
>You extend an arm, dangling the pouch in front of her face.
>The pegasus grins excitedly.
>”Oh, is that what I think it is?”
>You nod.
“It is. Shall we?”
>Rainbow nods, shooting off in a blur and returning with two mugs of cider.
>You pour the contents of each pouch into the two glasses.
“Bottoms up!”
>The two of you down your mugs and wait for the magic to happen.
>It isn’t long before you are swept up in a great trip.
>>25939538
>At some point, you must have blacked out.
>The last thing you can remember from the trip was having sex with someone, then a bright light emitting from the both of you as you reached your peak.
>That light saved the world.
>But now, you are coming to.
>Something warm is pressing into your chest, and your arms are wrapped around it.
>Once your vision clears, you see what it is.
>It was the mare you took the stuff with, Rainbow Dash.
>Normally, you’d try to separate yourself to avoid confusion, but you were too fucking comfortable to right now.
>Unfortunately, fate must have other plans, as a familiar unicorn steps into your view.
>You hear Lyra’s voice call out.
>”Anon, what’s going on?”
>Shit.
>What do you do now?
>>25939596
Yell the one thing that gets you out of everything.It's just a prank, bro!
>>25939596
>>25939837
>You speak on instinct. The drugs may have had a hand in it.
“IT’S JUST A PRANK BRO”
>Your yell awakens Rainbow Dash as Lyra looks at the scene before her.
>There was semen everywhere, everywhere!
>On you, on Rainbow, on the bed.
>Wait who’s bed is this?
>A quick inspection let's you know this is Pinkie’s room.
>Did you even have this much in you?
>You were not only the Iron Stomach, but the Iron Testicles as well it would seem!
>Able to hold 10 times the amount of semen as a normal human!
>While in a daze you realize the mares are yelling.
>”You know I liked him Rainbow!”, Lyra yells.
>”So? I did too, and I ALWAYS win Lyra! ALWAYS!”, Rainbow snaps back.
>You can tell Lyra is upset, but if anything she is pissed.
>Like a bomb about to go off.
>”AND YOU!”, Lyra points in your direction with a hoof.
>”I waited for you this whole time and you were just just...here! With RAINBOW. Out of EVERYBODY here it had to be her! And for a ‘prank’?
>”WHAT!?”, Rainbow turns to you.
>”A PRANK!”
>Anon, you got lots of splainin’ to do!
>>25940075
Explain to them the effects of the drugs, and that you were not yourself. And It's probably the best time to find a solution to this dilemma.
>>25940075
>>25940160
>You feel like you need time to put your thoughts together, but you doubt that wish will be granted.
>Instead, you say what is the most obvious thing.
“Okay, first of all, I was under the influence of that powder that has yet to be named. You know how bad the hallucinations with that are, right Rainbow?”
>You turn your gaze to the pegasus.
>She looks back at you as if you’d just said that pigs can fly.
>”Hallucinations? That stuff doesn’t do that at all!”
>What.
“No no, it totally does. We saved the WORLD Rainbow, with our orgasms!”
>Lyra shoots you both a nasty glare, but begins to laugh a little.
>Rainbow bursts out into laughter, rolling around in your post coitus fluids.
>Lewd.
>”What did you take Anon!? Because we sure as hell didn’t take the same thing.”
>Looks like the tension has eased in the room, for now.
>With your balls drained and your head clear, what should you say?
>>25940393
Uh..shit. That stuff may have a different effect on us than it does on ponies.
Considering that, we probably can't be held responsible for our actions, right? Guys?
>>25940495
I'd agree. But now it's a three way choice. Lyra, Krusty Kunt, or neither.
>>25940562
>not both, with Ponk joining in as is her right since it's her room
>>25940600
So, we attempt a harem now?
>>25940612
Ponk's harem, technically.
>>25940393
Fuck it, let's take the hard route.
>Whynotboth.jpg
>>25940393
>>25940495
>>25940562
>>25940600
>>25940612
>They hadn’t asked you to, but you know you have to make a decision.
>It’s a hard choice to make. Each one would mean hurting whoever got left behind.
>As much of an ass as you might be, you don’t really want to do that.
>The easiest way would be to just say no to both, but that would still leave some awkward feelings the next time you talked.
>Well, there’d be awkward feelings around either one, depending on who you chose.
>But, there’s still one choice.
>It’s a bit far out there, but not fully unheard of in this land.
>”You may have an Iron Stomach Anon, but you sure can’t hold up under the drugs!”
>Rainbow says this in between gasps of laughter.
>Shortly after, Lyra joins in on the fun.
>”Yeah, and for someone so large, too! Dash, tell me, was his junk as big as his confidence?”
>This comparison brings out an entirely new wave of giggles from the pegasus.
>”Well, it’s not too bad, but definitely not as big as that!”
>The conversation continues for minutes on end, each side getting a jab in on you, until it branches off into other way off topic subjects.
>They both look like they’re having a great time with each other.
>This makes it all the easier, even if your pride is injured.
>Eventually, the conversation dies down enough for you to get back on subject.
“So, seeing as you two get along so well, how’s about you go about this together?”
>They pause for a moment.
>Dash is the first to speak.
>”Like, us? Together?”
>You nod.
“Yeah, that way, everyone is happy!”
>They look at each other, then both back to you.
>The unicorn looks at Rainbow inquisitively.
>”What do you think?”
>She pauses for a while, before shrugging.
>”Eh, why the hell not?”
>You pump your fist.
>And then your arm and jaw fall to the ground when you see them leap into each other’s embrace and begin making out.
“Uhh…”
>Lyra turns to you, separating from her partner for a bit.
>>25941428
>”What a great idea, Anon! You should play matchmaker more often!”
>You don’t know what to think.
“So, does this mean I-”
>Rainbow cuts you off.
>”You can leave now? Sure, go ahead.”
>After staring in stunned silence, you do just that.
>Back in the main room of the party, you seek new options.
>You kind of wonder what Berry is up to…
>As that thought occurs, you look up at the clock, it reads 11:45, almost time to enter the New Year.
>”Hey Anon!”, you hear Berry yell, as she makes her way toward you.
>What do you do now?
>>25941440
>>After staring in stunned silence, you do just that.
Sorry, I didn't realize this was cuckquest.
>>25941440
attempt dicking with Berry.
>>25941440
“Well, funny thing…”
>You explain the situation to Berry, eliciting a few laughs and a few ‘ouches’ at your expense.
>”It’s alright Anon, plenty more mares out there for you. At least you got some.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”
>You reach down and pull off your mistletoe, dangling it above you as you sit down next to Berry.
“Still though, not exactly the fun and happy ending I envisioned for New Year’s Eve, you know?”
>You aren’t very upset, but you know your night could have gone way better.
>”COUNTDOWN!”, you hear Pinkie screech from across the room.
>”Well”, Berry starts, “That just means you have to make the first day of the New Year special, right?”
>You nod, and watch her slowly straddle into your lap.
>”10! 9! 8!”
>Berry’s lips are up against your own, pressure pushing into your crotch as you feel her legs around your waist.
>”7! 6! 5!”
>You pull her into you, lustfully pulling her into the kiss.
>”4! 3! 2!”
>Your hands explore her body, smacking her ass as she runs her hooves through your hair.
>”1!”
>Berry pulls away with a bite of your lip, looking into your eyes as the party screamed in celebration at the clock striking midnight.
>”Happy New Year, Anon.”, Berry says, a sultry look on her face.
>You take a moment to savor the experience, before replying.
“Want to spend the night at my place?”
>She laughs, smacking a hoof against your chest.
>”I thought you’d never ask, let’s go enjoy the New Year. Iron Stomach~”And then they fucked. Good end. Happy New Year’s Eve you pieces of shit.
>>25941919
That was nice I guess. You're a pretty good writer. Any other stories I should know you from?
>>25942120
Just something short and sweet to do since nothing was going on today. We are actually two writers, by the way. We have done some stuff on and off on throughout the past two years. Nothing too crazy, but we might do more stuff in the future.We go by Obzedat and Nehem respectively.
