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                          Dancer                           
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Approximately twelve hours prior to the return of Nightmare Moon, Canterlot was just beginning to spark with the activities of the evening. As stars lifted into the dim-lit sky, a familiar half-mist crept into the streets of Canterlot, coating the cobblestones in silver and alighting upon the streetlights with a heavenly glow. As ponies bustled about for dinners and get-togethers, a small building two streets to the left and one block up from the Market Square sat, huddled and dim, between two thin wire fences.
Drawing closer, one could hear soft, crooning music from within, and upon opening the door, the sound increased to a dull ringing in the back of one's mind as their ears lost focus.Through it all drifted the satisfied sighs and loving moans of a business most unfit for young eyes.
A small horde of ponies clambered around a neon-edged purple walkway, scrambling for a better view of the glittering purple pole in the center or behind the red velvet curtains to where the occasional performer could be glimpsed rinsing down with a canteen of cold water. Above the walkway, a few younger mares danced in suspended cages, smiling down at the patrons.
Behind the clamor, two ponies reclined comfortably on the plush benches near the back of the room. The first, a dark gray Pegasus stallion with a blue-and-gray fringe of hair, shot a lopsided grin towards the current performer, the mare blowing him a kiss before sauntering off the stage. His companion, a red Earth Pony with a short-cropped yellow mane frowned, chewing the edge of a straw.
"Ah don't get what's takin' 'im so long." The Earth Pony rumbled. "Normally he's right on the last dancer's tail."
"He's right on the stallion's tails, that's for sure." The other laughed. "You know him; he'd never act ungentlemanly, even at a place like this."
"This club 'ere's a right fine establishment," he began, "when Mister Fancy let me get a job-"
The Pegasus held up his hooves in innocence/ "Ey, Mac, calm your jets. You know I don't mean nothing of it."
Big Macintosh huffed, frowning. "Still, Thunderlane, you talk bad about my place of work-"
"And you'll kick me out, like a jerk." Thunderlane teased, sighing wistfully. "Oh, if only I could seduce you just one eensy-weensy little time..."
"Ah said no before, and Ah'll say it again. No."
"Alright, alright." Thunderlane held up a hoof, silencing any further protests. "But whenever you want me, you can come get me."
"I've near had enough of you already." The farmpony snorted.
Thunderlane shrugged, shuffling his wings. "Hey, it never hurts to beg."
They both perked up as the noise level increased, along with the decrease of several dozen ponies from the stage.
"There he is." Thunderlane droned. "Told you he'd be on."
A dull navy stallion with a pale yellow mane strutted onto the stage, outfitted in a glittering purple cape and silver bodysuit. The thin fabric stretched taut over each surging muscle, even though the steps he took were soft and gentle, and his half-lidded eyes drew across the expectant faces below.
He reared up, hooking a hoof around the pole, and began to circle it. Subtly, he drew a hoof up to the ties around his neck, and with a short spin and a push, his cape flared out around him, draping him in it's satin veil before gliding to the ground. The stallion stood, both hooves wrapped around the pole and glitter-speckled tail wrapped around his Cutie Mark, and began gyrating softly.
"He never lets down, does he?" Thunderlane let out an appreciative holler before spreading his wings, their stiffness setting in as he watched the stallion.
Big Macintosh nodded in agreement, shifting uncomfortably. "My Moondancer never lets down."
Sure enough, some of the ponies watching had retired to the back rooms for a few moments, and Moondancer had dipped down into the crowd to half-please some lucky stallions himself. Bits spotted the platform like diamond's in a rich pony's ears, and almost too soon Moondancer gathered up the coins and exited the stage.
A white Earth Mare trotted up beside the two colts, only needing to bat her eyelashes before Thunderlane followed her away into a back room. Macintosh got up as well, trotting across the abandoned entrance and through the two heavyset Unicorns at the door to the stage.
After a short walk down a narrow hallway, Macintosh knocked on the door with a blue comet hastily taped onto the front. The door swung inward, and a particularly messy-maned Moondancer welcomed him in.
"Mac! Oh, I was wondering if you were here! I know you don't like coming on your day off, but I couldn't stand leaving you at home - oh! - Thunderlane was good company, wasn't he? Oh, I hope he wa-"
Big Macintosh silenced him with a sudden, deep kiss, and the dancer took a few moments to respond. As if by habit, the larger stallion moved him away from the door, into the small room behind. Moondancer gently pressed a hoof against Macintosh's chest, shaking his head.
"I'm sorry, but tonight... it took a lot out of me, and I..."
"I understand." Macintosh rumbled. "You're a prime piece of horseflesh."
"I'm your prime piece of horseflesh." Moondancer corrected, bringing them together in a second kiss before leading Macintosh out into the hallway. The thinner stallion's flanks glistened with sweat, among other things, and his weight bore down on his shoulders as he made his way to the staff exits at the back of the building.
"I'll get us a chariot. Just wait here, alright?"
Macintosh shook his head. "You're barely in a state to be standing. Ah'm not leaving you here all on your lonesome. There are worse ponies out at night then you'd believe."
"Yeah, don't you go giving me the streetwise lecture, you country boy." Moondancer stumbled, falling against Macintosh's side. "The companionship would be good, though."
"That's what I thought." Macintosh started walking, making sure to stay beside Moondancer.
The two continued in silence, making their way through the back alleys and darkened roads to the main street. A few mares hung about the lampposts, watching the passersby with false longing and heavy makeup. Moondancer's ears perked up as he focused on a pale green Unicorn across the street.
"Hey, Mac." He poked the workhorse's shoulder. "She's new."
"So what?"
"So, she's going to get picked up by some pervert. They all do on their first night."
Macintosh sighed. "Moondancer, you can't just go-"
"I am an adult! I have full control over what I can and cannot do!"
The mares around them had begun snickering, a few who had met the pair in the past rolling their eyes. Moondancer glared at them.
"Fine, do what you want. Girls, you'll keep an eye on him, right? I have to go get a chariot."
"You won't stay?" One of them sighed. "We'd love to have you."
Big Mac trotted off with nothing more than a swish of his tail, leaving Moondancer in the mare's company. One, a pink Unicorn with a two-tone purple mane, guided him over to a bench. "How was work?"
"Eh, same as always. No new customers tonight."
"Everyone's staying up for the Summer Sun Celebration." She replied, sitting on the bench beside him. "Nobody can sleep off a night with one of us either."
"You say sleep like that's what's going to happen." He teased.
She sighed, moving closer to him to allow another pony onto the bench. "It's best for us when you have one of your parties, Moondancer."
"I know, girls. It's best for all of us when we can get a night without our jobs, hm?" He laughed bitterly. "I can't say I hate what I do, but... it's good to get a break, y'know?"
She nodded. "We've been getting paid less as we stick around. Ponies are starting to settle down more than they used to."
"I know," he agreed, "I have trouble paying for the flat if Macintosh has a hard month."
They sat for a few moments in silence, calm together. Moondancer lifted a hoof, pointing at the lonesome green mare.
"What's her name?"
"We don't know." The pink mare replied. "She just showed up a couple hours ago. Her Cutie Mark is a harp, so maybe it Harpy or something."
Moondancer hauled himself off the bench, hissing as his hooves hit cold pavement. He trotted over, slowing down slightly as she looked up in fear.
She backed away, mint-and-white forelock falling over one eye. "T-ten bits for an hour. T-t-twenty for the night. Anything y-you want."
"Sh, sh. It's alright. I'm not going to do that to you." He gently touched her shoulder, recoiling as she flinched. "My name's Moondancer. What's yours?"
"H-Heartstrings. Lyra Heartstrings."
"Well, Miss Heartstrings, I'll give you fifty bits to be with me tonight. How's that?"
"T-thank you." Tears rose in the corners of her eyes as she took up stride beside him, crossing the road and returning to the bench with the other mares.
"Her name is Heartstrings." He told them, letting her take his spot on the bench. "And I'm sorry, but I don't have enough room for any more in the house tonight. Trust me, come the warmer seasons, the pay'll pick up and I'll get the hall booked again."
The mares nodded, disappearing into the night. Lyra shivered next to him, staying a distance away that Moondancer recognized as the fear-or-pay gap. A chariot turned the corner, the gray Earth Pony pulling it avoiding eye contact with either passenger, and allowed them into the covered carriage. Big Mac sat against the opposite door, hoofing through a magazine.
He looked up as the mare entered, terror crossing her face as she saw the other stallion. "Moondancer, you sure this is a good idea?"
"Why wouldn't it be?" He replied, slipping around the mare and taking a spot next to his coltfriend. "Excuse me, Miss, but how long have you been out here?"
She glanced up, startled. "J-just today."
"Great!" Moondancer turned to Macintosh, smiling. "She's new. Just one night."
"Fine." He relented. "Miss, mah name's Macintosh Apple, and this here's Moondancer. Ah'm happy to make yer acquaintance."
She nodded, looking down at the floor.
The cart shuddered to a halt, a brief silence augmenting the time between the clicking of the puller's bindings and the door swinging open. "We've arrived." The gray colt stated, backing away to let them out.
Moondancer exited first, helping Lyra out after. Big Mac jumped down effortlessly, gravel scattering from the impact of his hooves on the packed dirt.
"Could you be quiet?!" Moondancer whispered. "We don't need a friggin' parade!"
"Ah'm sorry Ah'm big!" The workhorse snapped back. "Now get along and unlock the door."
Moondancer rolled his eyes, kicking the door open with a back hoof. "You say that like it's locked. Miss Lyra, do remember to come inside."
She lifted her eyes from the pavement, following the two colts into the small building. Moondancer flicked a switch, and a dim lightbulb coated the room in off-white light.
The building itself was squat and dingy, but for the place itself the inside was quite clean. The carpet was slightly stained in places, but was not dusty, and the kitchen looked sanitary across the room. A pair of doors led off into a bathroom and a bedroom, both in the same half-dirty that the rest of the house sat in.
Lyra wandered into the middle of the room, looking around awkwardly. She timidly lay down on the carpet, rolling onto her back. "T-take what you must."
Macintosh looked down at her, holding a small pink cup. "Would you like some tea?"
"Yeah, I told you, don't worry." Moondancer grinned, helping her up. "After all, if I wanted one of you night workers, I'd have gotten someone of the opposite gender. And it would have been him," he gestured to Macintosh, who had sat down on a pillow nearby.
"B-but... you're giving me fifty bits."
"Au contraire, mon ami," Moondancer waved a hoof, "I'm not giving, I'm paying you to be with me for the night."
Lyra stared at him, her tea floating in a golden magic aura.
"A hint of advice; move to that one little town where he's from-"
"Ponyville," Macintosh interrupted.
"-and get a job there. It's just starting out, so there'll be jobs there that won't require... innocence." He placed his tea on the ground. "Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to go take a shower. I may or may not require company~!"
Big Mac rolled his eyes, watching the stallion saunter his way through one of the doors. "Ah'll be joining him in a little while, alright? Make yourself at home. The door has a chain on it if someone starts knocking, 'kay?"
Lyra nodded, glancing fearfully towards the door, and Big Macintosh left her for the bathroom.
Moondancer sighed under the warm water, arching his back as the slick sweat ran off of his coat and down the drain. He tilted his head up, rinsing his mane out, and sat down, letting the water pour down over his shoulders.
He hissed as the curtain was pushed aside, welcoming in a gust of cold air. Macintosh noted his discomfort with a snort, pushing the curtain back into place behind him.
"Y'all gotten clean?" Big Mac rumbled, cramped uncomfortably in the far corner of the bath. "Ah don't want to smell some other colt's jizz all over mah coltfriend."
"I'm clean, I'm clean." He leaned over, falling back against his coltfriend's wide chest. He stared up into his eyes, smiling. "But hey, if you want to make me dirty again, well, I wouldn't object."
Macintosh smiled, leaning down and kissing Moondancer. The slimmer pony shifted as a not-so-subtle pressure was introduced to his lower back.
Breaking the kiss, Moondancer drew away, drawing his tail away from his nethers and nickering softly. Macintosh slowly lay down atop the smaller stallion, thick member pressing at the soft spread of skin below his lovers' tail. The farm pony hissed in a breath as his arousal grew, his hips shifting backwards to get into position.
"Are you ready?" He rumbled, leaning forward.
Moondancer bit his lip, aware of his own stallionhood swinging below his haunches, and nodded.
Macintosh pushed forward, entering Moondancer's plot with a second hiss. The latter groaned loudly, the hair on his spine lifting with the intense sensation of being filled. Sweat beaded on his forehead, washed clean by the warm water cascading over the pair.
Big Mac ground deeper into his partner, living up to his name. His tail flicked excitedly over his flanks as he neared his climax, unconsciously pushing Moondancer down into the porcelain basin.
Warmth filled Moondancer as the larger stallion came, white gunk spattering around the stallion's haunches and dribbling down to the drain. The second stallion's member quivered before spraying it's load as well, Moondancer moaning in pleasure.
Macintosh withdrew, standing in the water for a moment before exiting the shower - cold draft and all - gathering a towel from the cupboard and leaving the room. Moondancer took a deep breath, steadying his pounding heart before leaning back against the cold tile wall.
"Why is it that he says he loves me," the colt sighed, "but this all feels like just another job?"

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Moondancer sauntered out through the curtain, purple cape draped haphazardly over his back. "My most precious of treasures!"
"Oh, knock it off," a white mare laughed, kicking her hooves over the side of the platform. "We all know you don't need the practice."
Moondancer sighed exaggeratedly, sitting down beside her. "Can't blame me for training!"
Around them, a large group of mares - and a few stallions - milled around, waiting for the five-to-nine mark when the club opened. The mares wore long white dresses, adorned with white feather-and-glue wings. A few of them had golden wires braided into their manes, but most had simply brushed their manes out and pushed them back with a jewel-studded headband, matching the colors of their eyes. The looked beautiful rather than lusty, and Moondancer frowned.
"What's with all the get-ups, Twinkles?"
"Twinkleshine." The mare corrected, shifting her own false wings to a more comfortable spot on her shoulders. "I heard we've got a private party tonight. The theme is guardian angels after what happened last night."
Moondancer mumbled thanks as somebody passed him a set of wings. "What happened last night?"
"You didn't hear?" The pink-maned mare replied. "The Mare in the Moon returned to Equestria, and guess who stopped her from creating eternal night?"
"Princess Celestia?" He guessed.
Twinkleshine laughed. "Nah! Rumor is, she was locked in the sun for the whole event! It was that one purple girl who never came to your parties, and five ordinary ponies from some backwater town in the middle of nowhere! They used some ancient power called the Elements of Harmony to banish the darkness and release Luna, Celestia's little sister. It was pretty crazy."
"Backwater town... where have I heard that before?"
"We've even managed to get the makeup crew to do the Elements on some of us. Everyone loves rutting a national hero. See, over there?"
Moondancer looked across the room, spotting a group of six mares who looked rather uncomfortable under what must have been layers of makeup. The purple mare with the darker mane was a costume he recognized - she hadn't come to his last party, or any of them, really - but the other five seemed new. There were two Pegasi, one yellow with a pink mane and the other blue with a rainbow mane. There was another Unicorn like the purple one, a white with a styled purple mane, and two Earth Ponies, one pink and pink, and the other orange with a blond mane.
His eyes lingered on her Cutie Mark for a moment. "Apples... apples! That's Applejack!"
"I thought you said you didn't know what happened."
"I didn't! Applejack is Big Mac's sister!" Moondancer got to his feet, snorting. "He'll be away all summer if she's off doing other things!"
"He's away every summer, Moondancer. Hey, maybe you should work more like us and get a new partner for those long times apart. He'd never know."
"That'd be wrong! I love him!"
The five-minute warning bell rang out, and ponies filled away to backstage. A few of the actual Pegasi flew up to the cages above. Twinkleshine got up, trotting down the walkway and out of sight.
"I do love him, don't I?" Moondancer mumbled, following her.
Moondancer hung around behind the velvet curtain, hoofing through some particularly provocative magazines that had been left out to get the dancers in the right mood. Someone snorted impatiently, and Moondancer glanced up. A white stallion with a royal blue mane and tail stood in front of him, huffing through a thin mustache. A golden watch chain dangled from the black vest he wore.
"That watch's going to get stolen if you keep it hanging out." Moondancer quipped, looking back at his magazine.
The stallion snorted. "This has been booked for an all-male party, and they've requested female dancers. You'll be offstage all of your shift."
"But I need the extra money to pay for my house!" Moondancer protested. He left out that paying a prostitute fifty bits for no action had scraped his monthly funds dry.
"Well, you'll have to do better on our regular days!" The stallion snapped.
"But Fancy Pants, boss-"
"They've booked an all-female cast and an all-female cast is what they're going to get!" Fancy Pants roared, stomping a hoof. "I see one stand of your hair on that stage and I'll make sure there isn't any left to do it again!"
Moondancer lifted his hooves in surrender, blowing her forelock out of his face. "I get it, I get it!"
Fancy Pants glared a moment longer before storming away. Moondancer sunk back into his chair with a timid sigh. Twinkleshine walked up, resting a hoof on his in sympathy before trotting out to the platform.
He sat back, hooves itching to get out there, hair on his neck standing up as he heard the din outside. He tapped a forehoof idly, trying to focus his attention somewhere else.
The clock on the wall turned faster as he looked at the ceiling, mind wandering into the void, and snapped back to Equestria as Twinkleshine poked his hoof.
"Moondancer, they're requesting new ponies."
"So?" He rolled his eyes, turning his muzzle away from her.
"So, we don't have any mares left. Moondancer, Mister Fancy is gone, and we all know he won't be back." Twinkleshine pleaded with him, "if you play it up, they'll take it as a joke and won't complain."
Moondancer took a deep breath, getting to his hooves. He flicked his tail, rolled his shoulders, and exhaled. "Get my song going. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EosW1OTuV9s)"
Moondancer was met with hoots and laughter as he strode out onto the platform, swinging his rear in time to his music. Decked out in one of the other mare's white sleek gown and a pair of white wings, he reared up, grinding passionately into the pole.
The stallions laughed and went to their drinks, giving Moondancer the rare chance to scan the faces in the crowd. There were a few he had seen before, along with Thunderlane - it was always dubious whether he knew the pony throwing the party or stole in through the back - and a few he hadn't seen before.
Among them was the most handsome face he had ever seen.
He was aware that his dance was slowing and quickly picked it up again, barely taking his gaze away from the pony across the room.
The stallion was a copper-colored Earth Pony, leaning back and looking disinterested, brown mane pushed back from his forehead in a yeah-it's-messy-but-I-don't-care kind of style. He slowly noticed that Moondancer was watching him, pale blue eyes sparkling in the flickering neon light.
Moondancer tore his eyes from the stallion, returning to his dance with a newfound vigor. His false wings spread out behind him, he pressed his chest to the pole and spun, wrapping his tail around the pole and sliding his back up and down it. Another mare had appeared at the curtain, ready to get back out, but Moondancer kept her where she was with a darkened gaze.
He felt his own passion growing, and he took a short break, panting hard with the cold metal of the pole searing a line of ice down his back. His ears lifted as the ringing sound of coins on metal broke through his focus, and he shifted his stance to see the 'donation'.
The copper stallion stood beside the platform, a flirty half-smile across his muzzle. Moondancer stared for a few seconds before the colt turned back to the crowd, his short tail flicking away from his nethers for a mere moment.
Moondancer noticed his song had ended and slid back down the pole onto all fours, blowing a kiss to the crowd before swaying his way into the back hall.
He ducked behind the curtain, feeling his blood run neon. He sat down, leaning against the wall, and sighed happily.
His muzzle exploded with pain.
Sputtering and choking on his own blood, Moondancer scrambled to his hooves, looking through a bloody veil for his assailant.
Fancy Pants stood in front of him, lowering a hoof to the ground. Without a word, he lunged forward again, biting the base of Moondancer's mane and pulling him away as he backed up. Pain blurred Moondancer's senses as he was thrown into his dressing room, the back of his head cracking against the small table inside. He stared up, adrenaline pounding through his heart and not reaching his brain.
"I told you not to come onto the stage!" Fancy Pant's roar fizzled through the ringing in his ears, "you directly disobeyed my orders! You are a scourge to this business and a hindrance to me!"
Moondancer coughed, aware of blood running down his muzzle and his throat.
"It's only out of pity that I let you keep this job! Get your shit together, or you'll be out on the street like the filthy slut you are!"
He was dimly aware of the door slamming before the fuzziness in his head blurred out everything else.
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Moondancer took a deep breath, pain knifing through his chest. He opened his eyes slightly, staring at the ceiling.
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"Feeling better?"
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That wasn't a voice he knew, but he could nearly picture it.
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"You were messed up pretty bad."
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"Who did that to you?"
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"Angry customer?" He laughed, and Moondancer felt a hoof touch his own.
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"Sorry, not really a good time for jokes, is it?"
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"Can you talk?"
"Y-yes." Moondancer croaked out.
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"My name's Time Turner." He gently rubbed Moondancer's hoof, sighing. "Your friend Pokey Pierce didn't believe I heard yelling from the hall."
"He wouldn't."
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"Is this... a regular thing? Getting beaten up?"
Moondancer hesitated.
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"Normally he tunes it out because we get customers back there sometimes."
"That angry?"
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"Have you even seen porn these days?" Moondancer coughed, tasting copper on his tongue.
"Don't hurt yourself."
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"What's all wrong with me?"
"Broken nose, fractured ribs and the possibility of a minor concussion."
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Moondancer sat up, pain spiking through his chest. "Can someone shut this damn thing off?!"
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The copper Earth Pony reached out and turned a dial, muting the noise. "Better?"
Moondancer settled back down with a wince. "Better."
"Now," Time Turner sat down, tucking his hooves into the awkward hospital chair beside the bed, "why were you beaten up?"
"What are you, a psychiatrist? Do I have to pay you for this?" He laughed bitterly, dropping his head down on the pillow.
"Well, I work with Princess Celestia, so I can bring down the heavenly fire itself down on whoever messed you up." He tapped a hoof patiently. "So, why were you beaten up?"
Moondancer weighed the options. "Doesn't matter."
"Look, you're severely injured and-"
"It doesn't matter!" Moondancer shouted, leaning over to spit blood into a nearby trash can.
Time Turner fell silent, moving to get out of his chair.
"Don't go."
He hadn't meant to say it out loud, and he looked away when Time Turner turned to him.
"I wasn't leaving."
"Y-you...?"
"In fact, I was only getting closer."
Moondancer's heart pounded as Time Turner leaned forward, drawing him into a kiss that would have sent that infernal machine into palpitations. Moondancer kissed back, ignoring his pain, and found his every nerve alight with fire.
Time Turner drew back first, eyelids lowered passionately. "I'll be waiting for you when you get back to work."
He turned and left, closing the door silently behind him. Moondancer sank into the stiff hospital bed, sighing.
The door reopened as Big Macintosh trotted in.
"Ah'm going back to Ponyville for the growing season." The farmpony rumbled. "Thunderlane's house-sitting for us while you're in the hospital. He'll come get you once you're better."
"I love you." Moondancer whispered, but Macintosh had already turned and left.

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Moondancer rocked back and forth on his hooves, tail flicking nervously. "Did he - Macintosh - did he come to see me often? Before he left?"
Time Turner glanced over at him. "The nurse said he only came by a few times. Why do you ask? Have something going on?"
"We used to," he muttered, "but ever since times got tough for his farm, he's been getting distant."
"Is it my fault?" The second stallion stretched out a hoof, waving down a passing chariot. "I'd hate to be causing you problems."
"No, no, it's been a while." Moondancer idled as Time hoofed out bits to the driver before clambering into the carriage after him. "He's always been kind of jealous of my line of work. He used to be a stripper too, but he got a bit too large for the dancing and became a rutter instead. He spends his days working with sex lines and his nights being guided by marely hooves. He doesn't love the work - he prefers the guys - but he's paid off our rent doing that."
Time had blushed heavily, looking out the window. "That's... a bit more information than I needed."
Moondancer sighed, "sorry. It's been kind of hard on us, and we've drifted apart. I haven't had someone to talk to in a while."
"I get it."
A few minutes of awkward silence passed.
"So, how many times did you visit me? I know I was out of it for a while before they got all the drugs out of my system." Moondancer made sure to look away, crossing his hind legs just in case.
"Not too often." Time replied quickly, seeming to focus on something invisible or just really ordinary.
"Time Turner," Moondancer repeated, "how many times did you visit me?"
The stallion sighed, looking down at his hooves. "I rarely left."
"H-how long was I out?"
"A few days. I went home to get some supplies, answer some mail, clean up, and then came back." Time scuffed a hoof on the bench. "I didn't mean to be with you so much, I just... I didn't want you to wake up scared."
Moondancer smiled weakly. "I wake up scared most days. It's what I do."
"W-well, I wasn't staring at you like a maniac or anything." Time Turner laughed gently. "I just, y'know..."
"Fell in love?" Moondancer suggested, looking out the window.
Silence.
Time Turner shifted. "Yeah. I guess I did."
Moondancer's skin tingled as he felt hot breath on his neck. He shifted his back legs, tail flicking excitedly albeit against his will. "No..."
"Why not?" Time Turner's voice was low and husky next to his ear, and it took all of Moondancer's willpower to not give in right then.
Moondancer shifted, turning his haunches away from the other stallion to half-hide his growing erection. "We're almost home. We'll do it there."
"Well, actually, we're not going to your place." Time Turner drew away, laughing nervously. "Thunderlane kind of threw a party while you were at the hospital, and he may have gotten you kicked out."
"He did what?!" Moondancer shouted, slamming his shoulder against the door as he turned. Biting his tongue against a wave of pain, he growled. "I'm homeless now?!"
"Not exactly homeless, per say," Time Turner muttered. "There was more than enough room at my new place, so I moved all of your stuff into my guest room."
Moondancer turned to him with a look of pure horror plastered on his muzzle. "Did you look in the back of the third drawer?"
Time Turner hesitated before nodding slowly.
"You saw the magazines?" He muttered, putting his head in his hooves.
"You were pretty photogenic." Turner stated.
"Don't buy their saddles." Moondancer mumbled into his hooves. "They chafe horribly and the oil to make them smoother costs a fortune."
"Noted."
Another silence stretched between them, ended suddenly by a soft groan from Time Turner.
"Are you alright?"
"Fine." The stallion squeaked.
Moondancer turned around, rolling his eyes. "You've been watching me sleep for a week, you can tell me," his eyes drifted downwards, "anything."
"Don't look!" Time Turner yelled, squirming around until his back was to Moondancer. His fur shone slightly with sweat, the thin bands of light coming through the curtains dancing across his flicking tail.
"Hey, Turner." Moondancer quietly moved off of his seat, inching closer to the other stallion. "How long is it until we get to your place?"
"I live up near the castle, so we have a while." His frown was nearly audible. "Why?"
"Because," Moondancer crooned, hooking his front hooves over the other stallion's shoulders, "staying away from my job for this long has made me a little... frisky."
Time Turner keened softly as Moondancer ran his lips down Time's neck, his tail flicking against Moondancer's crotch as his enthusiasm grew.
"Not in the car." Time muttered, pulling away.
"Oh, come on." Moondancer purred, "you didn't mind that a few minutes ago."
"I mind it now!" He squeaked, turning halfway around to face him. "And since you're living in my house, we have to play by my rules."
"Mm, but I'm very upset that my house is gone. It would make me a lot better if you could just," Moondancer slipped his hoof around Time's flank, "play along."
"Boys?"
Moondancer glanced back over his shoulder, noticing the cabby's dark silhouette in the now-open door of the carriage. Time Turner muttered curses under his breath.
The cabby blinked a few times, shaking off the shock. "We've arrived. If I find any stains, you're paying for the cleaning."
"Of course, sir!" Time chirped, blushing, "and if you don't tell anyone ever, we'll tip you heavily!"
The cabby considered before stepping back and closing the door.
Moondancer let out a long hiss, drawing away from Time and collapsing down onto the bench. "In Celestia's holy name, you've driven me to rambunctiousness. You're a horrible influence on me."
"A horrible influence on you? The last sex I had was with a mare! Heck, they've all been with mares!" Turner pointed an accusing hoof at him, faltering after a moment and tapping his chin, "not that I'm complaining."
"Horrible influence." He repeated. "You are a horrible influence on a homeless, gay, stripper stallion who's been beaten up by his boss and probably fired."
Time Turner looked down at him. "Are you being sarcastic?"
"Was it not obvious?" Moondancer rested the back of his hoof on his forehead.
"Get up. The cabby's probably getting suspicious."
"He saw your dick." He stated, looking out from under his hoof. "Is suspicion really a part of this?"
Time Turner rolled his eyes. "Get up."
Moondancer rolled off the bench onto his hooves, doing his best to sound like he was in heat as Time Turner pushed the door open. Smirking at a backwards glare, he stumbled out into the driveway of the largest house he had ever seen.
The cabby pulled away as Time began trotting up the path. "Are you coming?"
"This is your house?!" Moondancer shouted, galloping up beside him.
"No," Time Turner corrected. "It's our home."
"You're kidding. You have to be."
"Nope. Not at all."
"This is your house. Like, to live in."
"Most definitely."
"And you call it a house."
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because I live here?" Time Turner pressed a number pad beside the door, and the lock audibly clicked open. He stepped aside, letting Moondancer through first.
"This is a mansion!" Moondancer shouted, turning in circles as he tried to take in the hallway. "You've got freaking gold inlays on your ceiling!"
"Well, I'd hope so. This place cost a fortune."
"Your curtains are silk! What is this carpet even made of, clouds?"
"Well, actually, I bought it from that little store down the street on sale, but-"
"Where in Equestria do you work?!"
Time Turner looked at his hooves. "I'd rather not say."
Moondancer rolled his eyes. "I am a stripper. I spend my days and nights making sure my penis is healthy. Are you sure your job is bad enough to hide?"
"I'm Celestia's scribe, okay?! I keep records of everything she does!"
"You're a nerd?" Moondancer questioned.
"My Cutie Mark is an hourglass because I have an hour of photographic memory." He continued. "I can write down everything she does, every transaction, discussion and movement, and I get paid for how detailed it is!"
"Have you ever seen her touch herself?" Moondancer interrupted.
Time shot him a potent 'don't-even-go-there' look. "Anyways, I get to have a big house because I don't have a wife or kids to spend any money on."
"You've got me~!"
Time Turner grabbed Moondancer's shoulders, pulling him into a kiss. "That's right," he purred, "I do."
"So, where's the bedroom?" Moondancer queried happily.
"The bedroom... the bedroom!" Time Turner pulled away, looking towards the back of the house. "I left Thunderlane here to house-sit while I picked you up. That's probably where he is."
"I'll get him out of here." Moondancer sighed.
"What are you going to do to him? You're not really built like a bouncer." Time led him forward, turning through a small doorway to a wide staircase.
"I'm built like a stud." Moondancer agreed. "That's the fun part."
Time turned down the hallway at the top of the stairs. "Third door down. Do you want me to come in, or...?"
"I'll be fine." Moondancer trotted ahead, shoving the door open without knocking. "Thunderlane!"
A gray head poked up from the shifting mound of blankets on the bed. "Oh, hey, Moony!"
"What are you doing?"
"What do you think I'm doing?" He laughed. "Moondancer, meet Flitter. Flitter, Moondancer."
A mare's head poked out next to his, blushing heavily.
"Now, if you just give me a few more minutes, I'll be done, and then I'll get out."
Moondancer trotted up to the bed, tapping a hoof on the side. "Wing."
"Aw, come on, man!"
"Wing." Moondancer repeated.
Thunderlane gave, spreading one wing across the sheets. "This is so unfair."
"It was unfair that you got me kicked out of my house." Moondancer ran his hoof over the feathers, counting down to the third from the base.
He pressed down on the small feather's base, and both Thunderlane and the mare let out embarrassed squeaks. Thunderlane's head fell back on the bed with a dumb smile, and Flitter blushed crimson and tried to hide under the blankets.
Moondancer shoved Thunderlane's wing back towards him. "Great, we're done here. You two can go get cleaned up in the bathroom, and then you leave."
Thunderlane sighed heavily, pulling the top layer of blankets around him and his marefriend before half-falling off of the mattress and trudging out of the room.
Time Turner entered moments after the two left. "He had sex in my bed?"
"Most definitely." Moondancer replied, pulling the covers back into place. "Why not beat him at his own game?"
Time kissed him, wrapping his hooves around his neck and pulling him onto the bed. "Are we going for the high score?"
"Why not?" Moondancer pulled the blankets over them, pressing Time down into the mattress. He muffled a soft purr from Time with a deep kiss, massaging the other colt's sides with the soft centers of his hooves.
He felt Time's tail wrap around his nethers, and he pulled back slightly.
"What?" Time teased, running his hooves over Moondancer's neck. "If we're going to win the round, I'm going to need a joy stick."
"Oh, we're going to keep punning?" He lifted an eyebrow, moving a hoof down to where Time's erection was steadily growing. "Because this is something I'd rather experience first-person."
Time Turner didn't respond vocally, just squeezed his eyes shut and moaned.
"I'll take that as a no?" Moondancer teased, kissing his partner.
"Put," Time pulled away, trembling, "the damn tokens in."
"Ahaha! That's the spirit I was hoping for!" Moondancer purred lustfully, pressing against Time Turner with a new fervor. "Now, let's press your buttons."
Time moaned happily as Moondancer's head penetrated, his whole body shaking at the new sensation. Moondancer purred, a deep noise that reverberated down his whole body. He rocked his hind legs back and forth, feeling waves of sensation rippling down his spine.
Moondancer pulled almost all the way out, kissing Time passionately. Time leaned into the kiss, ears pinned back, and rolled onto his belly. Moondancer bit his lip against the sudden vibration as his partner rolled, and whimpered softly. Time pulled a pillow closer in his teeth, muffling his groans as Moondancer pushed back in again.
Time's back leg started to tremble and he fell down onto the bed in a tangle of blankets, startled yelp muffled by the sudden impact of a pillow over his muzzle. Moondancer pulled out in shock, falling backwards over the foot of the bed and pulling the blankets Time hadn't pinned down with him.
Moondancer lay on the ground, winded, and felt himself climax despite the interruption. Sticky white cum sprayed over his thighs and belly, and he let his head fall to the floor with a muffled thud. Time's moan from on the bed indicated he had peaked as well.
There was a minute of shocked silence between the two, punctuated by Time Turner rolling around to look down at his partner. Moondancer wiped a stray stand of cum from his muzzle.
"Well," he looked down at himself before grinning up at Time, "that could have gone better."
Time Turner gave him the once-over and managed to nod before tipping over in a fit of giggles. Moondancer laughed with him, eventually untangling himself from the covers and joining his lover on the bed.
As the sun just started to dip low on the horizon, Moondancer pulled the blankets up around them and gently nuzzled Time's neck. Time muttered something unintelligible back before he fell asleep.
Moondancer sighed softly into Time's mane. If he was this happy with Time Turner... what would he do when Big Mac got back?
Author's Note
I apologize to those here solely for the M/M, but F/F and M/F may appear in later chapters. Just a warning.
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