Afterparty party

>It was the end of another successful party
>red solo cups littered every available surface
>Polka music was playing in the background
>Something in the house had been on fire recently and quickly put out
>No windows were broken as far as you could see, but you honestly hadn't checked as well as you could have
>Everyone that wasn't unconscious had left ten minutes ago, and the ones that were out cold were the usual suspects
>Applejack laid on the floor, snoring loudly and covered in marker sketches
>Rainbow had her head in a fish tank filled with beer
>You didn't know where Twilight was, and Sunset was sleeping on the kitchen table, a ping pong in her mouth and half of her head shaved
>You looked around the destroyed room
>Welp...
>The Cake's probably wouldn't be happy if they saw the state their place was in right now
>Honestly though, it'd be cleaner than ever once everyone got sobered up
>Especially Pinkie
>That party animal could clean a whole house faster than you could spit
>You actually watched her turn a destroyed living room into something in a magazine before some kid's parents opened the door
>Speaking of Pinkie...
>Turning around, you saw Pinkie out cold on the couch, a bottle of vodka in hand
>Her head was tilted upward, and her mouth hung open
>She was snoring even louder than Applejack
>You sighed
>You were tired, and ready for some sleep
>You weren't much of a partier, just sort of coming here because Ponk begged you to
>In fact, you should probably be getting home, but before that you could make sure these girls are alive
>Especially Rainbow...
>So you went through the house, collecting each girl
>You found Twilight underneath the kitchen sink, clenching a bottle of rum close to her chest
>You picked up the little nerd, carrying her into the living room and sitting her down onto the floor
>You grabbed Rainbow next, making sure that she was, in fact, breathing

>Each of the girls were checked, then picked up and placed in the living room as they were
>It took a few minutes, but you were able to find enough pillows and blankets for each girl
>They were all tucked in, and the lights and music were shut off
"There we go," you said, dusting yourself off. "Now we just got you..."
>You turned back toward Pinkie, who was still fast asleep on the couch
>Since this was sorta her house, you figured why not take her to her room
>Walking over, you grabbed the bottle of vodka
>Pinkie snorted as the bottle left her grasp, her eyes opening
>Her big blues were hazy and unfocused, and her cheeks were red
"Nonnish!" she slurred. "Whatsh you doing?"
>She giggled, trying to reach for the bottle
>The movement send her top half leaning forward, almost causing her to spill off the couch
"I'm getting everyone to bed," you said, placing the bottle on the coffee table
>"Bed? Pffffff! I donish need no bedsh! We partying allsh night long!"
"No, you're not, now come on. Let's get you up."
>Pinkie giggled again as you grabbed her under her armpits and lifted her up
>As soon as you pulled her to her feet she began to sway
>"Yoush a good cock, Nonnersh," she said, wrapping an arm around you. "I meansh, guy. Yoush a good guy. I bet yoursh weiner is good too."
"Ah-huh. Come on. One step at a time."
>Slowly but surely, you led the girl toward the steps
>She couldn't get up them whatsoever, so you gave her a piggyback ride, which she seemed to thoroughly enjoy
>You could smell the alcohol on her as she giggled and slobbered on your shoulder, along with her usual sugary, banker-y scent
>"Look ma! I'm ridinsh a guy!" she said
>The upstairs had a few rooms
>You just picked the messiest one, figuring it was Pinkie's
>The little toothless alligator clued you in that you had chosen correctly
>"Hey gummy!" Pinkie said, waving at the little creature. "Mommash got herself a man."
>You carried Pinkie into a small bathroom connecting to the bedroom

>Putting Ponk onto her feet, you handed her a toothbrush and toothpaste
"I'm gonna look for something for you to sleep in. Can you brush your teeth?"
>Pinkie replied by squeezing far too much toothpaste into her mouth and swishing it around like mouthwash
"...Alrighty then..."
>Her room was a mess
>Like you actually couldn't see the floor
>After a few minutes of searching, you did manage to find a pair of pajamas and an undershirt
>They were a bit dirty, but they'd do
"Pinkie? Are you done in there? Because--"
>Pinkie wobbled out of the bathroom, completely topless and in her underwear
>You stared at her tits for a good five seconds, then sighed as she began giggling hysterically
>"I lovsh life, Nonners! I lovsh beer too! Beer ish the best!" she said as you made your way over toward her
"Alright, there we go. Now get some sleep," you said, helping her into bed. "You comfortable?"
>Pinkie nodded, then gave you a thumbs up
>"Yepper pepper!"
>You turned off the bedroom light
"Alrighty then, good night."
>"Nonnersh! Wait!" Ponk said, waving both arms at you
"What?"
>"C'mere."
"For what?"
>"C'mere, silly."
>Shaking your head, you made your way back over toward the bed
>You then leaned down to drunk girl
"What?"
>Arms wrapped around your neck, and you were pulled into the bed
>Before you realized what had happened, a blanket was thrown over you and Pinkie was pressed up against you, your face pressed deep into her cleavage
>"Thanksh for comin' tonight," she said, nuzzling the top of your head. "It woulda been such a clamsh fest without you."
>You murmured around tit flesh
>Pinkie giggled one last time, before the snoring stared
>...Okay
>Guess you were sleeping here then
>Also, why didn't that alligator have any teeth?