Late night stroll
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“And for the final climax of tonight’s show,” a low and sultry voice continued, the sound of his lips brushing the microphone audible, “The mare that will chew you just as easily as you can chew her namesake...” the narrator of the show, backstage and invisible to the crowd, paused for dramatic effect as wordless upbeat music stomped through the club, “...Bubble Gum.”
Wisps of steam hissed up from the shadowed stage, dancing and disappearing into the hot air of the crowded room. A pole, cast in silhouette via clever light placement, rose up from the stage, the figure of a pegasus mare wrapped languidly around it.
Unseen by the horny onlookers, many of whom were now spitting out catcalls, Gum wore a nervous expression on her face. She blew a lock of her mane from her eyes, only to have it resettle where it had been previously.
‘C’mon, Gum, you do this every night and you do fine. Just stick with the routine as usual!’ She pep-talked herself.
She swallowed her fear, wiping the nervousness from her face and replacing it with a seductive, half-lidded look as the spotlights lit her up. The lights revealed a bubblegum pink pegasus with grape purple hair, wearing tight-fitting panties, knee high socks, and a mask of the same color.
It was time and she put on a show.
She gripped the pole with her forehooves, flaring out her wings to the full extent, something that garnered a similar effect from the more interested pegasi in the audience.
She threw out a forehoof, and spun clockwise around the pole, letting her gripping forehoof slide down and lower her body to the ground, her hind legs moving quickly to keep up with the spin until she was bent over backwards on the opposite side, one hind leg kicked up and into the air, the other firmly cemented to the ground, and her fem fatale-esque grin upside down to the audience.
In a blur of pink and purple, she righted herself with a roll, opposite forehoof now gripping the pole, now bent over forwards, but not for long.
Another flash and a flap of her rigid wings, she leaped skywards a yard and latched onto the pole with her hind legs, wrapping her purple tail around it as well. She let go with her forehooves and leaned backwards, sliding down, the movement pulling the panties tight around her plot and revealing more of the slitted shape that it hid beneath as well as giving her a warm sensation of pleasure.
As her plot hit the floor, she leaned back further, letting her forehooves make contact and relinquishing the pole from her two-legged grip. Bent over backwards, making a sort of table, she kicked out and performed a backwards flip, ending with her pantie-covered plot to the audience, a small damp spot clearly not sweat. The sight drew in more aroused cries and grins.
“Take it off!” one of the more lewder, or hornier, patrons cried from the crowd.
Gum gave a mental sigh, ‘Whatever, ya fucking sicko.’
Gum flashed a quick smile back over the object of everyone’s attention before sauntering forwards to the pole again, swaying her hips and flicking her raised tail back and forth. She reached up, cat-like, and gripped the pole with her forehooves once more, rubbing the loosely-clothed appendages along a short length of the pole, no doubt giving most of the stallions a nice mental picture of her rubbing something else pole-like. She flicked her tail upwards for once, undoing a cleverly placed quick-release and letting the article of clothing free from her shapely ass.
She twirled her tail like a whip, snapping it and flinging the article of clothing into the crowd, where a few more rowdier of the patrons began to fight over it, the others cheering wildly as she gave the crowd a quick flash of her assets.
Now with her fine ass and moist pussy exposed, she let go of the pole and performed a front flip, wrapping her tail and a hind leg around it while performing a handstand with her forehooves. She gave the crowd another upside down smile, her darker pink tits like two small eyes staring back from her crotch, and began to ascend the pole, using the strength in her forehooves to propel herself slowly upwards, grinding her pussy against the metal’s length, mare-juices acting as a lubricant to help in her ascension.
At the top, there was another flurry of pink and purple as she righted herself, now clinging to the pole with all four hooves, shapely ass pushed out towards the crowd, tail lifting to give them a sight to behold as she slid back down once more.
The cheers of the crowd sickened her as the night wore on.
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(Closing time)
“A great show as always, Bubble Gum,” The named pegasus’ boss told her with a smile, magicking her a bag full of bits as she headed for the door.
Bubble Gum trotted over and took the bag with a wing, tucking it against her body. She offered a simple nod and a bored expression. She began to head past the unicorn, but he continued with a lifted hoof, giving her an attempt at a winning smile.
“So,” the red and yellow unicorn leaned against the open door frame, cold night air blowing past him, he adjusted his glasses with a touch of magic, “You wanna head over to my place tonight?”
“Sorry, Hot Rod,” Gum replied with a fake smile, “I’m working the streets. Funny thing that my clients pay more than my boss.”
‘They usually perform and smell better as well,’ She thought, giving Hot Rod a distasteful look as he looked away to chat with another of the club’s performers as she headed out. He passed her her own bag of bits, and gave her ass a little tap as she left. When he looked back to Bubble Gum, her seemingly genuine smile had returned.
He shrugged, “Hey, well you do what you gotta do, have a nice night.”
“Yeah, you too,” Gum replied as she trotted past him and out of the strip club.
As she trotted out into the chilly downtown Canterlot night, she took a breath and savored the fresher smell of the air outside the club. It was a nice night for a trot and her flying there to speed things up wouldn’t hamper her chances of getting a late night client.
‘I need a breath of fresh air anyways,’ Gum thought to herself.
As she made her way to her usual spot, she took some time to weigh the bag of bits Hot Rod had paid her. To her annoyance, it felt as if the bag was lighter than the last one. She couldn’t be completely sure until she counted it, but she got suspicious that the jackass wasn’t paying her-
Her thoughts were foiled as a mass of pony came crashing into her side, knocking her into a side alley as well as a daze. She was rolled onto her back and felt two heavy hooves hold her down with unnecessary force.
“Looks like we got a little mare on a late night stroll,” said her assailant while Gum clutched her head. As her eyes stopped spinning, she spied a large unicorn twirling a small blade beside his head, “How unfortunate,” the unicorn continued, dropping his voice as he leaned closer, “for her...”
“Hey, qui foolin around and ge the goods!” came a shaky voice from behind Gum, she tilted her head back to spy two more ponies, a dark grey pegasus with a dark blue mane and a silvery unicorn with a white mane.
“Shut up,” the peach and blonde unicorn pinning Gum down shot back with a sneer, he looked back down at Gum, “Just hoof over that coin, missy, and I promise that me and the boys won’t leave you too,” he smiled an ugly smile, “Fucked up.”
“Wh-what the hell is this? Some kinda joke?” Gum asked, folding her wings around the bag of coins protectively nonetheless, “Hot Rod set you assholes up to this or something?”
“I might be smiling, little missy,” the unicorn smiled, the blade in his magical grip spinning slowly in little circles, “But this isn’t a joke, hand over the bits.”
‘Oh, Celestia! Oh, Celestia! This jackass’s serious! Fuck! I can’t give him this, it’s practically all that I own!’ Gum thought in a panic, before quickly trying to improvise, “Let’s...let’s not be too hasty here,” Gum replied, cursing her voice for coming out fearfully, “I’m sure we could...work something out,” She put on a seductive smile that came out more like a grimace.
The unicorn laughed.
“C’mon, can we jus grab the stuff an go?” asked the pegasus, giving his wings a few restless flaps. His bloodshot eyes flicked about uncertainly, “Deal or no deal, I don like takin too long.”
Ignoring the pegasus, the unicorn finished his laugh and pushed his face closer to Gum’s. She could feel the heat of his breath on her face as well as smell the sourness of it as he spoke.
“I’m not sure you get the picture, little mare. You give me the goods and I may or may not let you off easy. Now give it!” The unicorn wrapped his magic around the bag of bits and started to pull it towards him.
Gum grabbed the bag in a hoof as it left the safety of her wing. She wrestled with the unicorn’s magic, but felt the cloth slipping as his magical strength overcame her physical strength. He gave her another nasty, knowing, smile as he felt the bag slowly come.
Knowing that it was a losing battle, Gum shoved the bag at his face, feeling the mass of metallic coins slam right into his nose with his and her combined force.
The unicorn stumbled back with a pained curse, the knife dropping from his magical grip as he clutched at his nose. Gum snatched up her bag of coins in a hoof, rolled over, and leapt skyward, heart racing with her wings.
All she had to do was put enough distance between her and her attackers and-
A silver glow grabbed onto her head, yanking downwards and sending her spiraling towards the ground. She had no time to change her trajectory before she hit the concrete hard, stars exploding across her vision as pain flowered through her skull.
“Celestia-damned whore!” Somepony spat through gritted teeth from behind her, a clatter of hoofsteps following. Gum, still dazed, got to wobbly feet, opening her wings to try to escape again when a sudden pain stabbed into her side, right below her unfolded left wing.
Gum cried out, clutching the fiery wound. Something hit her in the head and she hit the ground again, more stars lighting up her wobbly vision.
“Shit, what was that?” Came a slightly faded voice from to her side.
“Shut-up and grab the bag, let’s split,” Something kicked her and Gum curled up even more, “You stupid little whore,” There were a set of escaping hoofsteps and then silence.
Bubble Gum lifted a hoof to her face, away from the stabbing pain in her side, and forced her eyes to open. In the moonlit night, she could see a black stain clinging to her furred appendage.
Gum tried to move, but her efforts were in vain. All she wanted to do was lay there and hope that the pain would soon fade.
After a while, it did. Her consciousness fading and the pain with it.
Author's Note
Don't expect this to be updated very often.
House Guest
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Bubble Gum gave a short gasp as her frantic eyes snapped open.
She was in a spacious room, the constant ticking of a grandfather clock somewhere off to one side. The room was rather dark, glowing curtains drawn to keep the sun’s light at bay. Just moving her head, Gum noted that she was laying in a luxurious four-poster bed. The walls were a medium oak colored plaster.
‘Where the hell am I?’ she wondered to herself, eyes flicking back and forth wildly.
Gum tried to sit up and get a better look around the room, but a stabbing fire bit into her left side and forced her back down with a hiss of pain. A wave of dizziness and nausea following the pain, a light headache sliding into her skull.
“Ow! Shit!” Gum spat between gritted teeth, laying back down as the wave of pain slowly ebbed, pressing a hoof to her head and feeling a bandage. The pain reminded her of what had happened the last time she’d been conscious.
Leaving the strip joint, walking to her usual spot, the alley and muggers, her resistance and the ensuing pain…
‘So how’d I end up here?’ Gum wondered.
Once the pain had ended, she lifted a portion of her thick blankets from atop her, noting the intricate patterns woven into them as she did so. A short and ugly, red line of flesh lay across her side, stitches holding it together. A knot filled her gut.
“No! No! No! Damnit!” she moaned at the scar, fear filling her belly.
“...tats and piercings need to be approved by me, lucky you that you haven’t got any,” Hot Rod told her, brushing a hoof against her pretty face, “scars, injuries, malformities, any of that stuff? Not okay. Hate having to turn those ones down, but, again, you haven’t got any, so you’re good…”
“If this thing doesn’t heal then I’m out of a fucking job!” Bubble Gum worried, again looking about the room, “Damnit! First things first…”
More slowly this time, trying not to use her left foreleg or strain her left side lest she agitate the wound again, Gum propped herself up and got a better look around the room. The flooring was carpet, its intricate and darkly colored tabriz-rug-like patterns matching that of the blanket. A series of expertly-carved wooden furniture, everything from fancy changing curtains to eight-foot tall dressers and painstakingly detailed end tables with golden lining.
‘Okay, seriously? How the hell did I end up here?’ Gum wondered to herself, confused, ‘last thing I remember was those thugs in the alleyway and if that scar means anything it’s that that wasn’t a dream. Besides,’ she threw another look around the luxurious room, ‘I know that none of my clients has a house like this,’ she used her right hoof to throw away the bedcovers and proceeding to try to get out of the bed, ‘Fuckers can hardly afford to pay me half the time!’
Rolling onto her uninjured side, she paused for a moment in surprise as she noted that she was still a little more than her body’s width from the edge of the evidently expensive engorged bed.
“Fancy,” she mused to herself, rolling onto her stomach and getting to her hooves. Another lash of pain bit into her wound and she gritted her teeth against it, fighting back a few tears. Gum limped to the edge of the bed and hopped down to the carpeted floor, the thick material silencing the movement.
Gum took in her surroundings again, this time more thoroughly analyzing them. The bedroom was rectangular in shape, the far wall being one of the shorter sides. This wall was adorned with two doors. Midway down the longer wall to the right of the bed was another door. The left, long, wall bore two curtained windows.
“Let’s see what’s behind door number one,” Gum muttered to herself as she limped to the door on the right wall.
The knob was a shiny brass color with a large keyhole below. She peered through the keyhole, closing one eye and peering around. On the other side she could see another mahogany door with brass door knob. To either side was a chalk-white wall. It appeared to Gum to be a hallway.
The next door, on the short far wall, led to a large closet that looked as if it could be a lesser bedroom of its own with the right furniture. The last of the three doors was a bathroom with pearly tile flooring and marble countertops.
Finally, Gum made her way to the first window, pulling back the curtain.
Blazing sunlight blinded her, forcing her to cover her eyes as they adjusted. Once they did, she was only blinded again.
Uptown Canterlot.
Each and every house was its own unique mansion, each having been built by powerful ponies as Canterlot itself had been constructed ages ago. Some were wider, some were taller, and all were magnificently breathtaking in both size and beauty.
Most had lawns stretching out before them, fenced by hedges or high, golden or silver fences adorned with intimidating spikes or smaller statues. A few lesser ponies trimmed lawns and hedges into either blocks or other, more exotic, shapes.
The cobblestone streets were wide and impeccable, as if every stone had been measured and placed by gods. Not a bit of grime covered them to a degree where they appeared to sparkle in the sun’s light.
Those trotting over them, the medium amount that there were, were dressed to perfection with crisp and clean suits as sharp as a general’s uniform, but all far more dazzling and wealthy. Many strolled with partners of the opposite sex, often towards massive and dazzling homes or to other, unknown destinations.
Dazzling enough to silence a sudden creak that heralded the opening of a door behind Gum.
“Ah!” a cultured voice spoke up from behind her, making Gum jump and wheel around, “You are awake, madam.”
‘Shit!’ Gum mentally swore, eyeing the speaker up and down as she demanded, “Who the hell are you? What am I doing here?”
An tall and thin, elderly light grey unicorn with a greying black mane trotted in. One of his dull green eyes was partially hidden behind a golden monocle and he wore a grey, upper body suit with a white undershirt, brass buttons, and a large, red bowtie. His wrinkly old face seemed to droop into a permanent frown, his dull eyes complementing the unhappy look.
He had been pushing a silver cart with his magic, a single bowl of steaming liquid in a china bowl rested atop a china plate atop a large, white napkin. A silver spoon rested in the bowl.
“My name is Alfalfa, madam. You are,” his eyes flicked to the bed, “or at least should be resting. It would not be very good if you tore those stitches walking about and forced me to close your wound again. Additionally, I don’t know for certain if you have a concussion or not, and if you have then I would not advise walking about. I fear that I may not have the strength to lift you back to bed should you faint, at least without doing so myself.
“So, all that said, if you would, please, get back to bed to give you wounds a little more time to heal.”
Gum gave the bed a glance, ‘First time I’ve ever been asked onto a bed by a stallion for something other than sex,’ she silently mused, “So I’m here to rest after I got fucking stabbed. How did I get here?”
Alfalfa wrinkled his nose at the explicative, “I understand that a lady in your position would have quite a few questions and be justifiably upset, but at least let me tend to your injuries first.” He gestured with a hoof towards the bed, his expression unchanged.
“No, you give me my answers and then I do what you want, okay?” Gum retorted, not moving.
Alfalfa let out an annoyed breath, “You were brought here by master Mane, he found you with your injuries in an alleyway and brought you here on one of his midnight strolls.”
“Who’s ‘master mane’?” Gum asked, combatative tone not faltering.
“Master Mane is the owner of this mansion, madam.”
“Well, yeah, I guessed that much, but who is he?” Gum replied with a pair of rolled eyes, ‘Because I could swear that that name rings a bell’ “like, is he some doctor? Some big time celebrity I might know of? Something like that to maybe let me know who the hell he is?”
“You will have to see for yourself who he is, madam, as he would be better suited to explain,” Alfalfa replied, neither dull expression or tone ever changing, “now are there any further questions or may I check you for a concussion, madam?”
Gum held Alfalfa's gaze for a few moments, glaring back into his dull eyes, trying to spot some form of deceit. All she saw was an old guy looking back at her.
“Ugh, fine, but make it quick,” she said with a sigh, “Also, is this thing going to leave a scar?” she pointed to her injury, remaining where she was, “My line of work isn’t very tolerant of such things.”
“I am afraid that the odds are not in your favor when it comes to that, madam. Knives tend to be very unforgiving when it comes to things like that. Now if you could please come over here to let me check you, please?” Alfalfa gestured to the bed.
Gum let her eyes flick to the bed before setting them back on Alfalfa, “I’m good standing,” she said, trotting over to him.
“I would advise that you get your rest, madam,” Alfalfa said as she came to a stop in front of him.
“I had a good night’s sleep, that’s all I really need besides breakfast to keep me going,” Gum replied, ‘though getting some chow might be a bit hard without any damn money.’
“Very well, madam,” Alfalfa said, looking into each of her eyes, “if you could please stand still a moment and answer a few questions. Do you feel sick or off balance at all, madam?” he asked, “Have you ever had a concussion before?”
“Nope and nope,” Gum replied.
“Do you remember how it is that you hit your head, madam?” Alfalfa continued, moving around to her side and eyeing her knife wound.
“One of the fuckers grabbed me with magic as I tried to take off, used my momentum to throw me into the ground,” Gum reported, watching Alfalfa as he eyed the knife wound, “And you can call me Gum, no need for that ‘madam’ crap.”
“Very good, then, madam Gum,” Alfalfa replied, face never changing except a deplorable flicker at Gum’s deplorable language, “It hurts to move your left wing and left legs?”
“Just my left foreleg and wing,” Gum replied, “only when I reach out like I’m walking,” she frowned momentarily, “Are you a doctor? No offense, but that cutie mark doesn't fit the title." She gestured to his flanks and the single alfalfa sprout cutie mark resting upon it.
“It would be a lie to claim that doctoring is my special trait, madam Gum,” Alfalfa said, turning and trotting off at a slow pace, “However, I consider myself to be more than adept when it comes to healing wounds. After having dealt with many bloodied noses, scraped knees, and broken bones over the years a simple knife wound is far within my abilities. You may trust me when I say that you are in able hooves.
“In any case, it seems that you do not have a concussion and your other wound appears to be healing nicely,” he turned back to the cart, “I brought up some soup, though if you wish I can make you something of more sustenance as I assume you are quite hungry.”
As if to prove a point, Gum’s stomach gurgled happily at the mention of food.
“Well if we’re done here then I could go for a bagel or something quick like that, I guess,” Gum replied, “I mean, thanks and all for saving my butt, but I’ve got to get to work, which way’s out?” she asked, starting for the door, ‘Maybe I can cover this stupid scar with some makeup or something--’
“I would advise that you rest a while longer, madam Gum. As nopony reported you missing I would assume that you haven’t any family in Canterlot and are welcome to stay here for the time being,” Alfalfa said, turning to her as she reached the door, “Your wound has not yet entirely healed and stressing it by moving about would not be wise.”
“I’ve got a job, pal! Rent isn’t going to pay itself, now which way’s out?” she asked, turning a demanding look on Alfalfa.
Alfalfa was quiet at first, but gave an annoyed sigh before replying, “Master Mane wished to speak with you first,” he began, “and for the record, you have been asleep two days, now I would assume that you would need far more than a bagel.”
Silence fell over the room.
“What?” Gum asked, the word dropping from her lips like a brick.
Alfalfa’s face failed to falter, “You were unconscious when master Mane found you, you only awoke today. You have been on a liquid diet for the past two--”
Gum turned from Alfalfa, “Shit,” she muttered in the middle of Alfalfa’s speech, not noticing as the unicorn again appeared annoyed at her choice of language as she pushed past the door.
Alfalfa froze for a moment as the door slammed shut behind Gum, a flicker of surprise showing in his eyes before he followed as fast as his long, old legs could carry him.
“Madam Gum? Where are you going?” he called after her.
“Out. Thanks for the wound care and all, but I’ve gotta--” Gum froze mid-sentence and -step as she came face to face with another pony.
His coat was a light mocha color, mostly hidden by a purple silk robe. Jade eyes sparkled above a friendly smile, his two-tone chocolate mane impeccably done into a fancy hairdo.
It was features Gum recognized, the name clicking in her head.
“Oh, shit. You’re Spruced Mane!?” Gum exclaimed.
Alfalfa wrinkled his nose at the curse.
Author's Note
So yeah, like I said: don't expect updates often. Sorry about it.
