The need to pee, restore part of your brain memory. And you remember she mention a princess

"So, all this because your princess want you to make sure I'm please? What did I do to her, to deserve the royal treatment?"

Spit stop and look at you with sultry eyes. "Lets just say, you re wrote the kamasutra"

"WHAT?!"

"Oh she will be fine, the doctor said that she will recover the sensation in her legs in a couple of hours. But princess Luna is extremely jealous now, if you can manage to do that while drunk…"

Start to drool "What can you do, sober?" She launch against your crotch, but you stop her, and you tell her you need to pee.

Well, you have reached an impasse. Continue with the awesome blowjob, which was going just swell by the way, or take a much needed piss. She was lapping up your man meat like a puppy to a treat, her saliva covering it in a sticky sheen as pre-cum started to drip from the tip. And in time if you didn’t take action that won’t be the only thing dripping.

And it seems the need to empty your bladder cleared out the last traces of the hangover that had plagued your mind, and with this new clearer way of thinking came a sudden realization. She said something about princesses, right? Maybe if you can distract her enough to stop sucking off your cock, you can take a quick whiz.

"So, all this because your princess want you to make sure I'm pleased? What did I do to her, to deserve the royal treatment?" you chuckled, hoping it was nothing illegal this time.

Spitfire stopped her swallowing of your member and removed her mouth from your dick, saliva covering her face. She gave you a look with sultry eyes. "Lets just say, you rewrote the Kama Sutra."

“WHAT!?” you shouted. You were so good you rewrote the book of love with your moves? Not even mentioning the fact how a pony from a different world even knew about that book, it was a real step up from what you usually gets complimented for. Which was mediocre at best...

Spitfire waved a hoof in the air, returning to stroking your shaft, only electing your bladder further to release. "Oh she will be fine, the doctor said that she will recover the sensation in her legs in a couple of hours. But Princess Luna is extremely jealous now, if you can manage to do that while drunk...”

The pegasus started to drool, licking her lips in preparation. "What can you do, sober?" She launch against your crotch once more, her lips parting to grab ahold of your junk.

As good as you seem to be feeling, you don't want to alienate this fine piece of ass from a full bladder; tell her you got an extreme need to "bleed the lizard" a.k.a "take a wicked piss" and you just can't hold it in anymore; I don't recommend you keep going with a full bladder, as you'll most likely lose control after you cum and the piss will override the jizz you'd be spraying down her throat

To compensate for your body cockblocking you again, find in the bathroom some kinky sex toys (pretty much anything you'd like to put in this story, im not big on imagination right now), bring them out, and use them to tease the hell out of her, then after yer boner rises from the grave once more, go to fucking town on her and make sure she's left a drooling orgasmic mess

Run to the toilet, have a piss. Spot some hoofcuffs and a ballgag on the way back in.

Take them with you with a creepy grin on your face.

You hold up a hand to hold back her head, her tongue feebly licking your tip in an attempt to suck you off. You didn’t know how much longer you could possibly hold it in, so taking a piss now while she was off you seemed as good a time as any.

“Listen, Spitfire, I really gotta bleed the lizard right now,” you told her, holding her head with both your hands.

She looked up at you with a perplexed expression on her latex enclosed face and asked, “Bleed the lizard?”

“Take a wicked piss.”

She sighed and got off you, wiping away some of the drool on her mouth. “Fine, but hurry back. I want to be fucked, and I don’t want to be kept waiting.” She pointed to a door at the side of the room, and you quickly give out a shout of thanks and shakily got to your legs.

You practically stumbled inside the bathroom, a fancy shindig with marble everything along with a huge mirror on one side of the wall and a five star jacuzzi that could fit a dozen. But the cream of the crop, well, at least for you at that moment, was the shiny porcelain toilet. It shown in a heavenly light, the songs of angels springing up when you laid eyes on it. A single tear of joy rolled down your cheek as you ran toward it like it was a long lost loved one.

With a long held sigh of relief, you hold onto your erect, slobber covered penis and took the whizz of a lifetime. Truthfully, comparing the piss he was taking right now and the earlier blowjob he was receiving from her, this was much better. Nothing quite beat out taking a major whizz.

Finally done with that, you flush the toilet and turn to the sink to go wash your hands. What, this may be a dream, but you still performed proper hygiene. You weren’t a barbarian. And while you were washing your hands your eyes spied upon a shelf near the back of the bathroom reflected in the large mirror.

Assorted on the shelf was all manner of sex toys and pleasure devices: gags, rope, dildos, vibrators, lube, anal plugs, hand-er, hoofcuffs, strapons, fleshlights, and even more sexual tools he couldn’t even name. Suddenly a creepy grin sprouted on your face as you walked over to the shelf and selected your new toys.

Spitfire was waiting on the bed, a hungry expression on her face. Her suit was opened on the front, exposing her delicious belly as she laid on her back and stared at you with an arched eyebrow. A cocky smile played on her lips as she moved her arms up as if she wanted a hug, her legs spreading themselves open.

Actually, she looked just like this.

“So big colt, ready for some fun?” she asked, not yet noticing the devious smile on your face, her eyes locked on your still erect cock.

You pulled out the two sets of hoofcuffs and ball gag you swiped from the shell, your smile only growing wider. “Oh yeah, I’m ready for that and more, hotass.”

Spitfire sat up with a start and was practically hopping up and down in joy. “Oh boy, oh boy! I just love someone who’s into the kinky stuff!” she yelled happily, brushing a hoof down her chest as she laid back again on her back, the hole revealing her vagina completely revealed as she spread her legs wide. “Now come on over and try those out on me.”

Rainbow Charges in and yells something about it not being fair where they both get in some fight and you find a bathroom to relieve yourself while they have at it. You come back out and they are whispering about having a threesome. When all is settled, RD states in her determined voice "Lets Fuck already!" And flies up to you at an alarming speed, as she does so,  you swear you saw a ripple in the visible light spectrum

Before you can make good on her demands, the door to the room slammed open and in walked another pegasus, this one of a cyan coat with a rainbow mane. Okay... did all the creatures in your dreamland have such weird color combinations?

“This isn’t fair! Why did the princess let you have the human all to yourself?” she yelled, the mare walking right up Spitfire. Spitfire merely rolled her eyes and humphed.

“Because, she knew you’d never be able to handle all of him,” she answered back, sticking out her tongue at the rainbow maned mare. “Face it, Rainbow Dash, only a Wonderbolt like me can take on a human.”

“That’s untrue! I so too handle all of him, and more than you ever could!” Rainbow Dash shouted, getting right in Spitfire’s face. The two continued to bicker and argue about who can handle what while they completely ignored you. Well that went swimmingly.

Needing something to clear your head, you return to the bathroom to splash some water on your face while the mares went at each other. Looking over yourself in the mirror, you came to the clear conclusion you looked like shit. Your short brown hair was a ruffled mess, dark bags hung over your dark brown eyes, a hobo’s nine o'clock shadow stuck to your face and your skin was a deathly shade of palish yellow. All painting a picture of an all night drink fest.

Man, he just got the weirdest dreams from drinking, huh? Listening and hearing no screams from the bedroom, you return with hoofcuffs and ball gag in hand to discover Spitfire and Rainbow Dash whispering with each other. The word threesome reached your ears, earning a hardening of joy from your dick.

Both mares nodded their heads in agreement, Spitfire saying, “So it’s settled. We both fuck him, no holding back?”

Rainbow Dash states in a determined voice, “Sure. Let’s fuck already!” She hops off the bed and flies at you at an alarming speed, and as she does so you swear you saw a ripple in the visible light spectrum.

With only a moment to lose you reached out with your arms and grabbed her in a hug, backtracked from the impact. You held Rainbow Dash close, leaning and finally sliding down the wall your back hit into. The mare shook her head, apparently in a daze for a few moments from the sudden stop you forced on her.

Looking up at you, then at your arms wrapped around her, and finally the ball gag and cuffs you still held, she shrugged and reached down to start rubbing your dick with her hoof as she leaned close to kiss your neck.

“Please human, fuck me good,” she whispers, her hoof equally as skilled as Spitfire’s as she stroked the tip with the tip of her hoof. “I want to feel your stallionhood inside me.”

        "Hey, what about me?" Spitfire asked from the bed, giving her ass a little shake while still wearing the tight latex suit. "I want to feel you inside me too!"

So, Casanova of mythological creatures, what are you going to do now?

What the hell do you do?

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