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Brass

by Sir Hat

Chapter 1: Drinks

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I brought the drinks to the counter and pulled out my ID. "Hey-yo." I put my card onto the pony's counter and leaned against it. "How much?"

The Saddle Arabian behind the counter stared at me. "How old are you, monsieur?"

I tapped my card with my finger, the alcohol sitting next to it. "Eighteen...like it says on the card." There was a decent amount of snarkyness to my voice.

The horse person grunted and slid my ID back. "Impressive fake...now get out."

I stared at the brown stallion. "It's not fake! The seal is right here!" I picked up my ID and pointed to the Manehatten seal, I'm certified to drive a rickshaw and a car!" I pointed to my name. "It's even got my real name on it! Like, five people know my real name!"

The pony snorted at me. "I don't believe you...now go before I call the police." He stuck his hoof out towards the door. "Out!"

I threw my hands up. "Dude, I can pay and--"

The stallion bashed the counter with his hoof. "Get out tu petit merde!"

I laughed loudly. "Fuck you!" I flipped him off and turned to the door. "Call me a little shit, you fucking smear!" I stormed out of the liquor store and out onto the cold winter street. "Jesus Christ!" I turned to Babs, waiting just outside the store, wrapped up in a pair of cotton pants, thick leather boots, and a thick jacket. "He threw me out!"

Babs rolled her eyes. "I told ya."

I looked down at my ID. "It's real too, that's the screwed up part!"

Babs pushed me aside and walked into the shop. I leaned against the snowy wall, watching the ponies fresh from driving school trying to get used to cars. A street car chugged along the center of the street. It always seemed strange that cars were in ponyland, but ten years since first contact and something was going to change. Only bad thing was they were all tiny, no muscle cars or anything, just tiny smart cars or compacts.

"Here." Babs popped out of the shop and shoved a bag into my arms. A bag full of different kinds of alcohol sat heavily in the brown paper bag. "Wasn't hard."

I glared at the bag and turned to my rib high friend. "Are you kidding me!? They didn't even card you!?"

Babs smiled and walked around behind me. "It's about lookin' older."

I grumbled angrily as Babs forced herself under my legs, sliding under me until I was riding her. "God damn it...." I rubbed my face. "It's not like it's from lack of trying!" I held onto Babs' back as she started off, carrying me along like some little kid. "Foot taller than you and people still think I'm the younger one!" I snorted angrily. "God damn it."

Babs chuckled softly, leading me on through the streets. "Like I said, about acting older."

I looked down at her, the four foot mare could match my height when standing on two, but there was no way she looked eighteen. "No...screw being older, just pretend and bullshit your way along." I huffed and focused on staying balanced on her back. "God damn it...." I rubbed her back, leading my hand up through her short mane and over the metal clips on her ear. "Happy anniversary by the way.... Sorry I couldn't let it be a surprise."

Babs leaned her head up, nuzzling my hand with the base of her ear. "Thought that count, York."

I frowned hard. "You can call me Caleb if you want...."

Babs looked back at me. "Do you like when people call ya your real name?"

I looked towards the ground, watching Babs' covered legs trot along the salted concrete walk. "Not really. But hey, I don't mind if--"

"Well then why would I call you that?" Babs shook her head, bumping her hips up to keep me from falling off. "Colt toy or not, I'm not gonna be mean."

I felt my chest heat up. "Cool...but I'm not a toy."

Babs looked back to me, eyebrow cocked high. "Hmm...alright."

"I'm not!" I held my arm out. "I hold my own!"

Babs laughed softly. "See, I know how to mess with you. I don't need to be mean to ya."

I mumbled to myself. "Oh yeah, I'm the boy toy, you don't whimper when I lay you down." I snorted and shook my head, an equine display I'd picked up in school. "Bullshit."

Babs looked back at me, her tail stuck between my ass. "Hmm? What about me whimpering?"

I huffed as Babs took a turn into the alley to her apartment. "It's adorable. Never would have pegged you for someone like that before we--"

Babs smiled at me, her eyes betraying a bit of anger. "Keep talking and I'll peg you." Her tail wiggled around between my ass. "I ain't cute."

I slid up her back. "I never said cute, I said, adorable." I felt my skin creep as I thought of the word peg. "Speaking of, why did you get that harness thingy?"

Babs looked back at me with a confused expression. "The strapon?"

"Eh-- Yes...."

Babs kept walking through the alleys towards home. "Uh...I thought I told you a while ago."

I shook my head. "Been a mystery for about year and a half now, never wanted to ask lest I feel its wrath." I laughed to myself. "Seriously thought I thought you said--"

"...Not out in public." Babs grew a bit pink on the tips of her ears. "Just hold on."

I felt my throat tighten up. "Uh...wow, so that's--"

Babs looked around like mad, behind us, before us, side to side. The alley was utterly bare except for some sparrows nested in one of the fire escapes. "Everyone called me a lespony for a reason...." She snorted, pink around the cheeks. "One of my cousin's friends and I kinda...kinda experimented."

I felt myself grow tighter in my pants, pressed hard against Babs' back. "Wow.... I uh.... Awesome." I rubbed my nose. "And that thing is from way back then?"

Babs shook her body. "It was like a few months before we met...so not that long ago."

I chuckled to myself. "Uh, this was like a one time--"

"Two time thing." She huffed a withery puff into the cold air. "She was really-- She was-- if she was here you'd have two mares on hand."

I bit my tongue. "That good?"

Babs nodded. "If you saw her you'd get it. I don't think she'd be too interested in you though."

I shrugged, the bottles clanking in our bag. "So she's like, a legit lesbo?"

Babs looked back at me. "Rude."

I pushed my tongue into my cheek. "But is she?"

Babs rolled her eyes and turned into the courtyard they were building behind Babs apartment, closed down for the winter with all the construction equipment still left around. "Yes--I'm not! Just, like I said...there are some ponies that are just really--"

"Look, I get it." I rubbed her back. "Uh, back on.... I wanted to bang Johnny Depp when i was like, fourteen." I sighed loudly. "Some people are just hot...not that I still-- I--" I ran my hand through my hair. "So, you're actually a lesbian?"

Babs looked back at me. "Bisexual.... Seems like you might be gay though!"

"Fucking-" I stepped off Babs' back. "-ow!" I kept my voice low. "Jesus Babs! Shot fired." I rubbed my chest. "My pride! It's never--"

Babs walked past me towards the door into the apartment. "You mean your ego."

"Jesus Christ! Stop crucifying me!" I laughed loudly.

Babs stopped at the door and jabbed my stomach with a hoof. "I know what you're thinking!"

I stared down at her. "Do you? Then what do you think?"

Babs huffed and turned towards the hall. "Get inside."

I carried the bottles into the warm wood laden hall and over towards the elevator. Babs followed me quickly and snapped her hoof against the button. "So--what does she look like?"

Babs shook her head. "I shouldn't have said anything."

I looked down at her, the mare's tail whipping around like mad. "Babs, sorry." I reached down and brushed her unpierced ear. "I didn't mean to make you mad." I rubbed from the tip down to the warm base of her head. "Babs...sorry."

She leaned into my hand. "I know, idiot, I know." She sighed loudly. "She's cute."

I rubbed her head, her bright red mane jostled under my touch. "Apparently. You still--Babs you think you might be happier with her?" I felt my stomach twist slightly. "You said you weren't--"

Babs shook her head. "Look, she's cute, not anypony I'd want to settle down with." Babs held her hoof out. "She's really touchy feely and gooey and junk."

"Girly girl?" I asked calmly.

Babs nodded a few times in quick succession. "Big time."

I laughed sharply. "Ah. Yeah, I don't think you'd be too happy with that. All those emotions."

Babs turned to me with an extremely bitter glare. "I'll show you emotions...just you wait."

"Emotions outside of rage?" I laughed gently. "Babs? ... Babs?" The elevator dinged open and she stormed out. "Baby?" I hurried after her. "Come on, don't do the silent game."

Babs walked up and opened up her apartment door. "You sure I wouldn't fit with a girly girl? We work pretty well." She kicked my knee lightly, still enough to unintentionally hurt.

"Fuck-- Ow." I rubbed my knee and hobbled in.

Babs ran up beside me. "Did I really hurt you?"

I set the bottles down on the floor and hopped over to the wall. "Babs! You hit like a tank! You can carry me around like I'm a hat! You are strong! Mare of Bronze, man of flesh!" I rubbed my knee. "And bone I guess."

Babs rubbed my stomach with her side. "I swear, you really gotta learn to take a hit." She stayed with her hip against my lap for a bit. "York, you okay?"

I rubbed my knee a few more times and stood up properly. "I'm fine. Still hurt, but I'm fine." I ducked down and hugged her, letting her neck rest along my shoulder. "More of a chew toy than a boy toy." I laughed softly and rubbed her neck. Babs nuzzled my neck with her chin.

Babs tugged at the back of my scarf. "York, we gonna drink or what?"

I sighed loudly and stretched my neck. "Babs, I love you." I kissed her neck and stood up. "Now...I'm going to get too drunk to stand." I walked over to the bag and grabbed a bottle. "Hard cider?" I turned to Babs with the sweet looking bottle. "Really?"

Babs rolled her eyes, stormed over, and took the bottle from me. "Bite me--"

"Present something to bite!"

Babs swung her flank into my leg. "Do it filly!"

I ducked down and bit a squishy bit of her ass. I held her against me, chewing lightly on her ass. Babs leg clopped off the floor, leaving me to let go. I rubbed off my mouth and looked over to her. Babs puffed her cheeks out and snorted. "You told me to!" I shouted, holding my arms out.

Babs rolled her eyes. "Keep it up, you'll be sleeping in the tub." She turned to the couch with the bottle in her hoof. Her tail swished angrily left and right, her pants tight around her flanks. "Stop looking at my butt!"

I followed after her. "But it's so tight, someone has to admire it."

Babs hopped onto the couch and uncorked the bottle. "Shut up." She took a deep drink. "York...happy anniversary."

I plopped down next to her and took a drink, the sweet apple liquor burning lightly. "Hey, you put up with me for two years! Huzzah! I'm in the clear!" I raised the bottle and put my arm around her. "Babs...I love you." I looked over and kissed her forehead. "Never forget tha--"

***

I woke up on the floor, my leg over my back. "What the hell...?" I flung my arm out across the ground, knocking away a bottle. "Oh god." I rolled onto my back, spotting Babs hanging half on half off the couch, drooling onto one of the pillows. "What happened?" I looked around, our apartment was half trashed, bottles, chip bags, and a condom sat scattered across the rug, the TV was playing some Griffon movie with horrid acting.

Babs let out a loud snore, her earrings missing, her pants flung over the couch, jacket half on and half off her foreleg. "Oh god...I don't-- What happened?" I rubbed my head, a growing ache starting to take over.

I put my hand down to keep from falling over and felt a piece of paper stick to it. I tore the note off my hand and looked it over. "S--B cumming for Heart Warning." I laughed stupidly. "Cumming...heheheh. Eugh." I looked towards Babs. "Babs...we still got--" I stopped and stared at the bombed out mare, slowly slumping sideways off the couch. "Yeah...fuck school." I threw myself against the floor. "Happy aniversas-sary."

I looked back at the note. "Who the hell is SB? ...Sexy bitch?" I shot upright, sitting sloppily on the floor. "Oh god, please, please god!" I looked up. "Hear me now, God! Please...watch over me in my drunken hours, and deliver me to my girlfriend's sexy friend." I crossed my fingers and fell back. "Please god...give me this one! You dropped me alone into Ponyland! Give me this one damn it!"

I grumbled loudly. "I wonder what mom and dad are doing back home.... Probably fucking." I scratched my head. "Come on karma god, pony Jesus, whoever, give me this one. I don't care if someone comes and kicks my ass the next day, just make it happen."

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